God’s Incense

[Verse 1: Priddy Ugly]
God is a woman
Modimo ke mosadi
A re gane ko godimo badimo ke bo rakgadi
I'm God's incense, my aroma and aura godly
So I pen my writtens on paper, I turn to Origami
Love everybody, trust nobody though my bros sort of got me
All I hide behind my pens caught a body
My art more Franco Modigliani
Need an encore
I'm Don Giovanni dripped in Armani
ZuluMecca that's not voodoo, that's a true forever
The root protector
Food is better when the fruits are fresher
Can't diffuse the weather
Use your feathers when there's super pressure
Prove you're clever
Pursue the pleasure with those you treasure

[Verse 2: ZuluMecca]
The righteous don't ever die but don't think high of me yet
I might also just be a lie with a Messiah complex
The kind to hide behind a wise line I find on the 'net
Shit, I don't mind eye for an eye and when it's time God bless
I wipe my iris, not guided by terrestrial loss
I sight the Bible but I'm the type to question it all
I might be the brunt of the jokes until I open my jaw
No need to stunt when your Quotables are holy Quran
Only Shukran in my prayers lately
Only shook ones on my pages daily
Supposed to be fun but it's the pain that made me
But if what made you hasn't made you any money
Then do it like they do and cater some totals if all fails
'Cause I'm no woke rapper
Or old fashioned not even close to wholesome
No, I tow the cloak and dagger in my tote bag
I'm holding mass and quoting passages
From old imaginings but know the sacrilege is actually where the cash at
From sole protagonist to cold assassin
For the golden Ganda
For the bag between my ransom and my Moses staff
A broken canvas or a chapel, I'ma show my ass
Then moments after pose for cameras with rappers below my standard
The only battle I imagine I might have is with my past
'Cause dammit half of these dancing lances don't hold the candle
Quote me on that one, it's rap but I'm not the only actor
It's only banter, Mecca

[Verse 3: ZuluMecca]
Yeah
Y'all are bending causing tension
Bars are pensive, talks of vengance
Y'all are restless
Stars and starving artists, stock with friendships
Hardest lessons are often taught in endings
All pretentious pause the business
Loss of figures cost the office, always wins this
Top positions brought the difference
Watch the victims
God and women odds against us
Dropolis of politics of parliment
Of polotricks I'm not offended
Wallow them to compliments
And bought this shit
I bought it with the song I'm singing
Calm collected cross dimension
Of the vessel garden of the Armageddon
Of a sense I'm not attending
Off the recording cast the lentice of to Mecca

[Verse 4: Priddy Ugly]
Okay, pray and manifest
I learn to trust a man by the way he manage stress
I got a kay I bagged it yes
But never lost a race to a man I ran against
So pace and catch a breath
Gotta take a break, got to learn to panic less
I get paid and bag a cheque
I play at happiness, bless
Man fuck fame, I'd rather rest
Tables stacking deck
And baby acting fresh, labelled as a threat
But label that finnese
I got no masters but they were that prepared
Angels acting scared
Say it like Lazarus, saved by Nazareth
Four days after death, bless

[Verse 5: ZuluMecca]
Hip Hop saviours huh
I spit on your manjor
The tables rotate
I erase all the fables without even saying much
My pages are ancient, ageless
The dress that I'm drapped in, apex
Get us a straight oasis
Wait up your cradle
Wait, wait don't make me change you, Eric
All of the tales you embelish, this ain't as prophetic
You ate in a burden, the waste of an era
Created on merit, these tenants are nothing to play with, Eric
My phrases are relix, I'm trained in the ways of the legend
I paid independence
The ways of the flesh
If I gave you my chest
And made in the image of angels, Eric
Start singing my praises dammit