Call Of The Gods Intro

[K*O*B: Talking]

Revolutionized and energized
I'm ready for the revolutionary war
I get to bussing sparatic
I'm causing the havoc
On every track I'm bringing the static
I'm way iller than matic
Emaculate with this rapping
I get to slapping wack rappers off the map
I'm attacking
I get to snapping when I rip up the microphone
No media hype
It's a meteorite
Don't believe in your likes
I'm a thief in the night
I'm catch you slipping
Hit you with a right hook
Hard collision now you bleeding wit to life took
Dropping supernatural hits
Attack and you miss
Muthafucka you'll be resting up in my piss
That come out of my dick wit Canadian mist
Don't get my lady up in this bitch
When ninas poppin got errbody takin it to the floor
Letting it be known
My status is above the average
And even hazardous to your health
My verbal venom get all up in em
Leaving niggas in critical condition
Blocking my vision is a no no
My mission is rocking this mic wit the might of a thousand
Yeah I'm buck and I'm wilder than all of them
Annihilation is a promise
Imma run it to be honest
These niggas ain't nothin but shit in the drawls
Midwest we ripping em all
Showing no remorse
That's why I'm goin full force
Doin mo damage than the atomic bomb did Hiroshima
Having niggas eerwhurr saying that he's the king of the mic
That nigga K*O*B be the king of the mic
You wanna battle that'll be a death wish
I'll body all of you rappers
Not the one to mess wit
Stepping up in that croc pit
You'll be looking like slop shit [Repeat]
Competition I'll abolish will be demolished and brutalized
All across the nation I'm dominatin I'm super high
Contemplating a killer chorus so call the coroner
A bitch nigga repellant quit peepin round the corner
You keep on looking suspicious your probably a foreigner
A lyrical lethal weapon the people shoulda warned ya
Dicenegrate you feminine rappers into a minimum
To demonstrate that musical murda will be the end of you
The resurrection of real people the fake will flee away
Take no exceptions my verbal weapons will make em knee and pray
No politicin in pink drapes claiming a thugs life
You entered into the wrong theater it's not a bugs life
The end is comin near for you faggots that stay fakin
Mainstream rap niggas are gayer than Clay Aiken
Paddy cakin for a profit they chop it giving you pennies
If you album flopping they quick to drop it you back in Denny's
For a job interview
Twenty seconds of fame over
Shoulda dodged when I blew trynna fuck wit a flame thrower
Imma finish them entirely
Finish em on them fire beats
A Don Dada
Siranada
I'm a beast nigga