Global Domination

[Spoken intro]

Verse 1: Lord Lhus
You don’t wanna say we fucking you up
I'm with the clique now in T.Dot running em up
Hit you with sick styles
Comin' for your daughters and sons with a crew of henchmen
I’m the father of your style with a gun, get ammunition
I can never be stopped, you can never take my spot
But you can get shot, ask about me on the block
There's no one real as Lhus, never faking to fuck
It be like some killin and punchin' in the face of a chump
This is murder rap, the rebirth of bomb music
We connect in T.O with Reel Wolf and Tom Vujcic
A nuisance, spark marijuana everyday
It's Lord Lhus, South Carolina born and raised muthafucka!

[Verse 2: Sean Strange]
I’m a New York giant, attackin your front line
With a shotgun clappin have you gaggin on blood dry
My clique will give the morgue another toe to tag
Chop you up and stuff your head into the bowling bag
Show the flag, prepare for Global Domination
Control the population, never fold to confrontation
I'm doper than a bundle if you dare to try
Better know I got the shovel and a bag of lime
My name's Sean the true product of the Creep Code
No matter what my heart will forever be cold
Through the jungle my people keep lurkin'
Cousin Pat to the death the fuckin' Street Urchin
We keep the heat burstin'

[Verse 3: J Nyce]
They gon' kill us, nah, we gon' kill them
We're not gorillas, we just real men
Real killers gripping heaters 'till your steel bends
Real recognize real, but I don't hear them
End of the world, end of the road, disappearing
Hanging from the end of the rope, this is where it ends
My friends were informants saying there were warrants
They got me in a sting like a nest full of hornets
I'm not going to the bing, I'm going to war with
The Canadian government, judges and lawyers
I think God is sitting back, watching and enjoying this
Destroy this, J Nyce hit the button, the missile deployed with

[Verse 4: Sicknature]
Sicknature part of the goons, stompin' platoons
Ya'll get entombed if ya'll interrupting
We bargin' into this game with the marvelous boom
Your better off embarking for doom
I fuck your image up like a tattoo artist on shrooms
I ain't stoppin' for less, think because I'm sick
I'll be stuck in the bed? You dickfaces are fucked in the head
We could release this the reaper deceases
Eager to eat this saw a beast strategic snatching your chain
Leavin' you pieceless
Sinister with prominent wishes stoppin your business
Shit is in reverse you get your eye popped for the spinach
Got immaculate plans used to chill in Copenhagen
Now I'm crashing through the gates of your city
Like a battering Ram

[Verse 5: Shallow Pockets]
Total the damage, I've broken the planet, awoke in a panic
So much for granted you don't understand it
I'm blowin' the fam that live close with the chrome and the cannon
Brought a gun to the show, they should've pat me down
Dead bodies on the floor, hope you happy now
Now the cops on the phone tryin' to talk me down
Won't let the hostage go but I'll let off a round
Take over the globe, take over your town
Vancouver to Scotia, I hear you loud
Cop dope when the price is down
Look at your head it got a price on it now
Livin' the life that you writing about
Seek Pockets and the lights went out!