God Hour Lyrics by Lord Jessiah & Bronze Nazareth (feat. Bub Rock)
Black Day Jolly Rogers
Tilt on an 85er
Pre-sold his wolf tickets
Shot him then he hollered louder
The Top Shotta
Don Dada
Waiting for the Stars to Line up
Ancestors Chi inside us
True and Living you cannot deny us
Quiet on the set
Real killers we move in silence
Potato on the barrels time to fry Oridas
Bloodied up apparel and all
My aura’s still the flyest
The torch igniter with suppressive fire
Execute the hit clean
Money’s in the dryer
Cash it out
insurance underwriter
Line you up we on assignment
I will never sleep on a soul
Holes in my eye lids
Often feeling like I’m alone
Off on an island
The rough coal molding diamonds
Your power can’t equate the God
I’m being honest
Make Salats and pay homage
Three shots send the devil to hell as once promised
Doped out, the tracks got tracks
Look how the Gods control the rack
The Band come with a drum, rock and roll rap
Watch a soldier Work
This is how you mold the work
Cobra Curse
Rock season’s greeting,
Light it up like a holy church
Look, the God passed it to me like I play with the wizards
See I’m God I can take it and give it, Pause
Don’t need BET to see how I’m living
Rock season when I speak it you can see it it’s vivid, yeah
I bridge the gap cut the ribbon with scissors
Jessiah do the justice suckers slither
85ers thinkin I’m some other n****
89 49ers, Joe Montana Jerry Rice vibes we give em
Kick izms too hard to obtain, real ones listen
Very consistent
I’m the one I’m the one like Isiah on the Pistons
N***** catchin glitches, Social, anti social
Rock orange like Goku, had hoes from Nobus to Whole foods
You still local
Cookies and cream kickin like Takabishi Noku
Arguing with shorty at four in the morning
That’s what the sauce do
I’m talking jeans with the horseshoe
Nudies the prps, running with some brooklyn n*****
Party all summer lotta cookouts
N***** cooking n*****
Seen him on a Tee,
N***** try to compete with me but still follow my lead
Was broke with a model on her knees tryna swallow my seed
N**** please, God flow, God willing, God speed
Obvi-ous they envious, stack benjis up
You n***** frauding for free
Doped out, the tracks got tracks
Look how the Gods control the rack
The Band come with a drum, rock and roll rap
Watch a soldier Work
This is how you mold the work
Cobra Curse
Rock season’s greeting,
Light it up like a holy church
The flood coming so tread water
Don’t tread light
You play nice
You get extorted
So Word to my Stillborn Daughter
Not taking orders
Now the rabbit got the gun with the scope
And it’s so gorgeous
Throw fits catch smoke
Clips assorted
This hard ball
92’ Mike in the 4th quarter
Even in the depths of my struggles
I’m pressing forward
I got it in the mud
You was watching it from the porches
Guns, bats, knives, brass knuckles
I’m here for it
We fully warring
Put the kill shot through ya headquarters
Tortured enormous
Opponents shot in the face like a self portrait
Inches from the scrimmage
You’re more of a Clinton Portis
I smoke ’em like Barry Sanders
With hammers that’s made of porcelain
Proceed with caution
No shorts taken often
So save all that high speed talking for the auction
The highest bidder
Joy road street winner
Who ox you with blade in the fist
The Cheek Splitter
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