[Intro]
\nYeah! Lord Lhus! Chief Kamachi! Snowgoons! Sicknature! Psych Ward in this motherfucker!
\nWorld domination, yo!
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\n[Verse 1: Lord Lhus]
\nYou don’t wanna step, we fucking you up
\nI'm with the clique now in T.Dot running amok, hit you with sick styles
\nComin' for your daughters and sons with a crew of henchmen
\nI’m the father of your style with a gun, got ammunition
\nI can never be stopped, you can never take my spot
\nBut you can get shot, ask about me on the block
\nThere's no one real as Lhus, never faking the funk
\nThey be like "Son killed it", punchin' in the face of a chump
\nThis is murder rap, the rebirth of bomb music
\nWe connect in T.O with Reel Wolf and Tom Vujcic
\nA nuisance, sparkin' marijuana everyday
\nIt's Lord Lhus, South Carolina born and raised muthafucka!
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\n[Verse 2: Klee Magor]
\nThe enemy is really within, reflections of my inner demons
\nAre defeated with heaters committing sin
\nAnd like The Patriots I'm playing to win
\nJust defend 'em, I can't win, Satan's hate has come to slay 'em within
\n'Cause I done been there so deep in the dirt, that's why I'm speaking the verse
\nWith the authority of the priest and the church
\nYou want to murder me? I'm creepin' there first
\nPray my soul emerge immaculate
\nI feel the filth where it's been immersed
\nAs I be trekkin' through the violent storm
\nWho is the man who can transform the Valley of Thorns into a land where waters flow?
\nWe all travel alone, lost in the wasteland
\nWith predators and beasts, this is how we atone
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\n[Verse 3: Benny Brahmz]
\nThey got you all up in a trance with your eyes wide shut
\nDisguise what your minds assigned to think
\nToo blind to blink from the lies you speak
\nA generation where pagans and evil nations steady climb the peak
\nThe rise is cheap, the guide's a thief
\nLies are heaped, spell driven, hell ridden, demonize the weak
\nYour demise is bleak like miles of heathens
\nStacked up piles of sheep in the backlands of your towns and streets
\nBest to watch for the martial law police
\nNever talk to the peeps, I rock The Mark of The Beast
\nThe heart of deceit, the sparks of defeat, the dark won't retreat
\nToronto City repping like I hark on a beat
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\n[Verse 4: J Nyce]
\nThey gon' kill us, nah, we gon' kill them
\nWe're not gorillas, we just real men
\nReal killers gripping heaters 'til your steel bends
\nReal recognize real, but I don't hear them
\nEnd of the world, end of the road, disappearing
\nHanging from the end of the rope, this is where it ends
\nMy friends were informants saying there were warrants
\nThey got me in a sting like a nest full of hornets
\nI'm not going to the bing, I'm going to war with
\nThe Canadian government, judges and lawyers
\nI thank God, sit back, watch and enjoy this, destroy this
\nJ Nyce hit the button the missile deployed with
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\n[Verse 5: Sicknature]
\nSicknature part of the goons, stompin' platoons
\nY'all get entombed if y'all interrupting
\nWe bargin' into this game with the marvelous boom
\nYour better off embarking for doom
\nI fuck your image up like a tattoo artist on shrooms
\nI ain't stoppin' for less, think because I'm sick I'll be stuck in the bed?
\nYou dickfaces are fucked in the head
\nWe could release as I reap and decease
\nIt's eager to eat this saw a beast strategic snatching your chain
\nLeavin' you pieceless
\nSinister with prominent wishes stalkin' your business
\nShit is in reverse, you get your eye popped for the spinach
\nGot immaculate plans used to chill in Copenhagen
\nNow I crash through the gates of your cities like a battering Ram
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\n[Verse 6: Shallow Pockets]
\nTotal the damage, I've broken the planet, awoken a panic
\nSo much for granted you don't understand it
\nI'm blowin' the fam that live close with the chrome and the cannon
\nBrought a gun to the show, they should've pat me down
\nDead bodies on the floor, hope you happy now
\nNow the cops on the phone tryin' to talk me down
\nWon't let the hostage go but I'll let off a round
\nTake over the globe, take over your town
\nVancouver to Scotia, I hear you loud
\nCop dope when the price is down
\nLook at your head, it got a price on it now
\nI live the life that you writing about
\nSeen Pockets and the lights went out!
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\n[Verse 7: Chief Kamachi]
\nIt's Chief Great, spittin' sorcery on the street tape
\nStay posted up on the East Gate, 95s and dollars a keepsake
\nCan't let the beast wait, step inside the water, the sea shake
\nKamala, they holler, African sea snake
\nUnderground DJs dig in the deep crates
\nJackpot, just hit the murderous sweepstakes
\nBlack op, young boomer body can beat brakes
\nBaptism in the fire, rap rhythm
\nThe black prism hit like something The MAC give 'em
\nMessiah, all these small fryers and foolery
\nOne King, nigga, just shine up my jewelry\n\n
