Universal (ALLAH)

[Hook: GZA] [x2] Universal, biochemical Arm, leg, leg, arm, head is my physical I keep rhyming till it's unbearable No individual is comparable [Verse 1: Bomshot] Prepare for the second-coming. Soldiers drumming; the wicked's coming [?] watchtowers armed with holy gunmen We skilled marksmen: pierce hearts of steel targets Still marching; kill martyrs with God's sergeants The ill squadron. Peel shots; you can't [?] us The holy ghost; leaving kids fatherless like Jesus We true saviours; slaying the crusaders Christians use lies to enslave us; the Jews fucking hate us My rhymes prevail, [?] are sharp, blasting with force Go against the God, I'll nail your ass to the cross I drink the blood of Jesus and piss out holy water Approach the alter and sacrifice your only daughter Who in their right mind would ever test Allah? When we be blowing up spots like Hasbollah Conquer your kingdom; I'll kick your crown in the mud Torture you until you get drowned in your own blood [Hook] [Verse 2: Jus Allah] The power that I hold in my hand could fold a frying pan The Arab sand do as I command And if I want the night to last across the sky mass The clouds won't even allow light to pass My group leave alien loops inside graphs Bow trees, [?], flutes of brass A must-have, like my dagger and cloak And red streaks of blood on my white lab coat A virgin first woke to give her her first poke She crept over to my crib after church broke Since we ain't spoke, but I hit it dumb ways The unsaved; some days I don't bathe Unphased by the light: the scorching flame Tears fall from the ice dripping off your brain Even if you cry, it won't soften the pain Your heart is dead: go and get your coffin framed, nigga [Hook] [Outro: GZA] One by one; who you calling your troops on? Couldn't even bust a grape with spike boots on Biters are crooks that steal the stage I read 'em like books, flip 'em and turn the page Be the GZA; you're living in deep fear Go home and write and come back in the leap year With stacks of of shit, you'll be feeling ill troop Cause you didn't know the scoop on the GZA