Secret Lodge

[Verse 1]
Poetry's ubiquitous in my substance
Shiver with fear of the day of judgement, this is justice
Adjust my style to catch up with these rappin' busters
The bet's up now, no toppings like mustard
I leave cats diseased with my ill diction
Inflict sick appeals on contradictions
Your triumph's fictive, restricted to the physical
Like a fist fight, I bring knives to 'em not choosin' a side
Salute to the holy empire
No churches you admire, only an absurdness of the higher
L.O double G, we get labeled as a team
Of MCs but behind the scenes we be concretely
Schemin' plots like secret lodges
Black hoodies is what our trademark is
Not robes, 'cause we ain't old fashioned
To mention only some of our intentions:

[Hook 1]
We come up, conquer, contradict
To sum it up: We've had enough of your shit
Then we run up, gun down your whole clique
Hit a lick, then disappear with your bitch
We come up, conquer, contradict
To sum it up: We've had enough of your shit
Then we run up, gun down your whole clique
Hit a lick, then disappear with your shit

[Verse 2]
I ignite the buddha and tryin' to get through to ya
Got a finite stamina, I'm dyin' of famine
'Cause my hunger is like that of a lion
I examine my possible victims before I stick em
Eat 'em up, like my beats I rip 'em
Like the green I grip 'em, stack 'em up and get 'em
Acts of sinnin' but I'm cool with that
'Cause my commandments delude the fact
That I do this rap
With righteous motives, brightest tendencies
Hypersonic is how I'm attendin' these
Sessions, rap it in impeccable
Then get back home and do the inevitable
Perfectin' this sound for y'all to hear it as clearly as possible
It is merely an obstacle for me to do this
I'm the chief of my music, do not confuse this
The beats, the rap, the mixin'; I'm doin' it, salute me

[Hook 2]
We come up, conquer, contradict
To sum it up: We've had enough of your shit
Then we run up, gun down your whole clique
Hit a lick, then disappear with your bitch
We come up, conquer, contradict
To sum it up: We've had enough of your shit
Then we run up, gun down your whole clique
Hit a lick, then disappear with your shit