GOD FLOW (100 BARS)

The way I take out thousands, they call me a tsunami/ I’m like a Tommy, gun, shootin’ at your party/ If you saw me, duck, I’m comin’ for your whole army/ Blastin’ with a bomb on my chest like a kamikaze/ Wanna try me, ya face bashed like Trinidad did Joppy/ I don’t believe in peace, I’m the opposite of Gandhi/ Never sloppy, so try to stop me/ Make attempts to pop me, an’ I’ma’ shred yo’ ass like I was Uroko Saki/

I’m a ninja, with no contender/ Up on my throne like I’m an emperor, with bad temper/ I’m like the mixture, of Godzilla, Attila the Hun and Jack the Ripper/ Strippin’ you to bits when I’m rippin, now get the picture?/ Got my fist up, ballin’, never call me mister/ I’m the doctor, quit talking, and this is my agenda/ I’m iller than a cell that be labeled a Salmonella/ And I don’t need a beat, I could rip you a acapella/

I’m a danger to every artist, that’s on a major/ Label, though I’m a stranger, I will invade ya/ I want to take America over and then Eurasia/ And I ain’t on no fantasy thinkin’ like this Fantasia/ It’s in my nature, to write hotter than a vapor on a paper/ Take your breath away like I just ripped your trachea/ You gettin’ smashed like the Lakers/ I'm feelin' like Vader when he chopped Luke’s arm off with his saber/

I promise, I’ll keep on chargin,’ like I’m the sergeant/ Bargin’ in to breakin’ the target and hit the market/ No matter what they charge, you getting’ more than what you bargained/ I got the breath and rhythm and muscle to climb a mountain/ Be cautious, my topics, go all ways like a starfish/ Marshes, jungles, to outer space like a comet/ I’ll never be the one to get weak and then lose my posture/ I’m what Dr. Frankenstein would call a monster/

I’m eager, to smoke these MCs like they was reefer/ Until I got the disease they callin’ emphysema/ Split ‘em like amoebas, I’m spreadin’ like an edema/ Now I’m speedin’ like I just snatched the feet up out a cheetah/ See I’m feelin’ sometimes like I’m not human, but a creature/ I’m feelin’ hungrier than my father without a visa/ Hustlin’ in the streets of Detroit for cash flow/ Lookin’ like a Cuban exiled from Castro/

From a village in Pakistan, now lookin’ at my image/ Woke up in America, livin’ inside a scrimmage/ Got no limits, I’m a menace, my common sense is diminished/ Feelin’ like I’m hemorrhaging, temperature risin’ to infinite/ I’m on fire, start embarkin’ a journey like I’m MacGuiver/ Don’t ever look at me funny and thinkin’ I’m Al Qaeda/I’ll prove you false like the fake teachings of Elijah/ I’m a pitbull, take the leach off my collar/

Horizontal, or vertical, wherever I go you will follow/ I’m the rhymin’ version of Tony Soprano/ Philosophizing like Plato, I may go/ Crazy like, people who confuse between potato and pota(a)to/ I’m like Nato on a mission, launchin like Apollo/ You claim to be a spitter, but you swallow like Karamo/ I’m a gorilla, iller poet than Dr. Seuss/ If you ever read Greek mythology, then I’m Zeus/

Stand up, another stanza, my flow's bananas/ Triangle or rectangle, I’m hittin’ at every angle/ I’m Kurt Angle, strangle ya head until it dangles/ Mangles, tangles, I think it’s time for us to tango/ Everything I spit is nothing but extravaganza/ Out of control, like Tyson when he bit Evander/ So what am I: A man, reptile, or salamander?/ All you need to know, who the boss like Tony Danza/

Damage, any rapper, who wanna manage/ To wreak havoc, over the hip hop Randy Savage/ Been this way, since I was born, now I’m a sansei/ These Uncle Toms need to read the history of Kunta Kinte/ Before they can say, anything, you think I’m insane?/ Lookin’ at the world and feelin’ disdain? / Yeah, feel the wrath when I enter the room/ Rip your heart out like the villain from the “Temple of Doom."/

My vocabulary, got your capillaries rushin' and it’s scary/ 'Cause you think I just possessed your car like I was carried/ You might just want to think twice before you getting' married/ ‘Cause I prolly was the one that went and *click, click, boom*/ The sickest rhymer, King Tut, the Dalai Lama/ Wearin’ Versace, you still wearin’ your pajamas/ I’m every rapper’s worst nightmare, I’m Freddy Krueger/ Nah, I’m Willy Wonka, and y’all are my Oompa Loompas/

Lookin’ like I ain’t slept in days with insomnia/ Starvin’ like a little kid dyin’ in Somalia/ Ogre, vulgar, cougar, spit like a cobra/ Venomous, blowin’ you up like a supernova/ Takin’ over like Hova, my rhythm make you feel a coke rush/ I could drink a pint of vodka, and I’m still sober/ It’s not my choice I’m the bad guy I just/ Happened to be born with “Decepticon” on my chest/

So any time that I get brought up, in conversation/ Know that Lazarus is bringin’ more flavor than William Drayton/ No longer do I take participation, in emancipation/ Proclamation, till it's structured like a constellation/ My observation, too much problems in our nation/ From high college tuition, to a racist constitution/ I’m itchin,’ flippin,’ strappin’ with ammunition/ Lazarus is here, now where is my competition?