[Intro: Mr. Lif]
Hmm
One time
One time
[Verse 1: Mr. Lif]
When I rang your bell you thought it was Avon
Sight kid is Operation Rayon, stay calm
You always wanted to be in the spotlight
Now the whole world's got the battle fight via satellite
Grab your mic for some close caption rapping, don't think it can't happen
Direct mic to face slapping
Slap him in the Boston crab, now they lost their gab
Handing you more L's than your niggas do
I'll figure you out, then mould you like [?] when I harm you
My thing swamp you impromptu
Hit the Mosque like my man Salaam do
There ain't no excuse, kid? I was [?] too
As my mom do, you ain't no kung fu
I stomp like [?], kick more shit than doo-doo
Who do you think you are? Nigga, you can't be raw
Do you know who we are? God's angry
Now attacking all cеntral nervous systems of your families
[Verse 2: Akrobatic]
Yo, еvery MC wan't flex, but most drop the wack context
My style, like the God, is Complex
Opposite to yours, like concave to convex
Most niggas focus on Glocks or on TECs
Or maybe on sex, how deep's your intellect
Huh? Shallow like the kiddie pool
'Cause all you niggas care about is which city rule
But my steez transcends geography
I work too hard to be labelled by my position on the globe
Akrobatik style will crush your lymph nodes
I question why most rappers are in nymph mode or pimp mode
Will your ego or the Earth first explode?
The world is full of players, but what's the game?
Is it pursued pursuit of respect or pursuit of fame?
That car that you drive ain't really bringing status
It only brings the hole with the backside that's fattest
I guess it all depends on how you look at it
But I'm angry because I'm constantly surrounded by this crooked shit
Angry, not because I think I'm the man
I'm just angry at the matters at hand, yo, understand
[Verse 3: Trevor Karma Gendron]
It's Complex, God's chosen one's ventin' anger, son
(How they getting done?) Ripped out with a hanger, son
Abort that shit, counterfeit, we don't support it
Contorted, back in the lab, your shit's distorted
Reported, crabs in our zone get deported
For sure, kid, sippin' green bottles that's imported
It's morbid, I stay in my rest to train my brain
To rise above the wax, same time, maintain on a plane
Most cats consider abnormal Immortal mind shifts and drifts through a portal
Fix 'em it, poisonous gases when they bleed
It be karma, the snake charmer son take heed
True indeed, God, what you see, God?
What you be, God, what is is
True indeed, God, what you see, God?
What you be, God, what is is
[Verse 4: Esoteric]
God's Angry Men, shame it's the god awfuls come to hang ten
Duck MCs un-reluctantly from your brainstem
Established the fact you get smacked in my habitat
My raps attackin' visionaries like a cataract
I decompose opponents like a cobra to a rodent
Raising my power like an exponent
Can you handle the dismantler
Channeling stamina through a 12-inch diameter
Or radius? I'm one of God's angriest
Flipping, I take a shank to your pancreas
My mind's combat reacts like a wombat
Don't keep a real kid to fake ill like hypochondriacs
I annihilate those that violate
Lyrically, I'm android, your mind state's primate
We putting fear in heart like a tub of sodium
When God's Angry Men step to the podium
