Global Domination (Original Demo)

[Intro]
Yeah! Lord Lhus! Chief Kamachi! Snowgoons! Sicknature! Psych Ward in this motherfucker!
World domination, yo!

[Verse 1: Lord Lhus]
You don’t wanna step, we fucking you up
I'm with the clique now in T.Dot running amok, 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, got 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 the funk
They be like "Son killed it", 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, sparkin' marijuana everyday
It's Lord Lhus, South Carolina born and raised muthafucka!

[Verse 2: Klee Magor]
The enemy is really within, reflections of my inner demons
Are defeated with heaters committing sin
And like The Patriots I'm playing to win
Just defend 'em, I can't win, Satan's hate has come to slay 'em within
'Cause I done been there so deep in the dirt, that's why I'm speaking the verse
With the authority of the priest and the church
You want to murder me? I'm creepin' there first
Pray my soul emerge immaculate
I feel the filth where it's been immersed
As I be trekkin' through the violent storm
Who is the man who can transform the Valley of Thorns into a land where waters flow?
We all travel alone, lost in the wasteland
With predators and beasts, this is how we atone

[Verse 3: Benny Brahmz]
They got you all up in a trance with your eyes wide shut
Disguise what your minds assigned to think
Too blind to blink from the lies you speak
A generation where pagans and evil nations steady climb the peak
The rise is cheap, the guide's a thief
Lies are heaped, spell driven, hell ridden, demonize the weak
Your demise is bleak like miles of heathens
Stacked up piles of sheep in the backlands of your towns and streets
Best to watch for the martial law police
Never talk to the peeps, I rock The Mark of The Beast
The heart of deceit, the sparks of defeat, the dark won't retreat
Toronto City repping like I hark on a beat

[Verse 4: J Nyce]
They gon' kill us, nah, we gon' kill them
We're not gorillas, we just real men
Real killers gripping heaters 'til 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 thank God, sit back, watch and enjoy this, destroy this
J Nyce hit the button the missile deployed with

[Verse 5: Sicknature]
Sicknature part of the goons, stompin' platoons
Y'all get entombed if y'all 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 as I reap and decease
It's eager to eat this saw a beast strategic snatching your chain
Leavin' you pieceless
Sinister with prominent wishes stalkin' your business
Shit is in reverse, you get your eye popped for the spinach
Got immaculate plans used to chill in Copenhagen
Now I crash through the gates of your cities like a battering Ram

[Verse 6: Shallow Pockets]
Total the damage, I've broken the planet, awoken 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
I live the life that you writing about
Seen Pockets and the lights went out!

[Verse 7: Chief Kamachi]
It's Chief Great, spittin' sorcery on the street tape
Stay posted up on the East Gate, 95s and dollars a keepsake
Can't let the beast wait, step inside the water, the sea shake
Kamala, they holler, African sea snake
Underground DJs dig in the deep crates
Jackpot, just hit the murderous sweepstakes
Black op, young boomer body can beat brakes
Baptism in the fire, rap rhythm
The black prism hit like something The MAC give 'em
Messiah, all these small fryers and foolery
One King, nigga, just shine up my jewelry