Jesse Jagz - God on the Mic lyrics
[Jesse Jagz - God on the Mic lyrics]
Its Jesse Jagz nation baby
Hurled from the sky like a discus
A god has fallen from Olympus
Dethroned from high, thrown from the sky
Why? He shall live alone till he die
He forged him a sign endorsing his crime
Sovereign rhyme
Enforcing the laws of the lords of the shrine
Born with a spine
Formed from the remnants of Optimus Prime
In the darkness words formed in his mind
Blind, double edged swords that will rhyme
So a nigga got resourceful with his time
The forces of kind, life forms in his kind
Sеrvants in the vine for
The mеrchant of rhyme sovereign rhyme
Urban and fly he spit's for the people
For the Government sly army for army
Cloaked in Armani we return to the mountains
The place where they found him
Disgraceful surroundings
The racists that bound him
Erase, and replace in they place a new Zion
The rod that’ll strike
Make way for the god on the mic
His sword’s full of light
Epidermis illuminate the fog in the night
God on the mic love on the mic
Pause for the strike like jaws on the mic
God on the mic (God on the mic)
Give you all that you like
(Give you all that you like)
Forcefully strike fell to the earth
Hell was his birth remembering, trembling
The dawn of the Nephilim
Beware of him, Seraphim
Spawn of the Cherubim serpentine
The man came at the perfect time
It’s the perfect crime
God on the mic got the perfect lines
Fruit's on a tree
Now we squeeze apples make juice and gin
God on the mic his booth is a gym
Where he work it out and the truth is in him
And Tupac got 6 bullets in
So the streets could get a new bulletin
Mutants from high lieutenant I
What ‘em motherfuckers wouldn’t do for ma
Fly do for ma fly the truth is a lie
In the booth there’s a spy
These bullets fly for the nuke in the
Sky bullet proof till I die
Poof! Roof to the sky
A’ usubi la hi bloody Jew till I die
Parachute’s full of wind troops follow him
Yes there’s nothing they wouldn’t
Do for their king songs that they sing
Crew full of gin
Youthful within hope they don’t pull a pin
We ride on the cosmos almost
God’s ghost god on the mic
God on the mic give you all that you like
Forcefully strike
Hurled from the sky like a discus
A god has fallen from Olympus
Dethroned from high, thrown from the sky
Why? He shall live alone till he die
He forged him a sign endorsing his crime
Sovereign rhyme
Enforcing the laws of the lords of the shrine
Born with a spine
Formed from the remnants of Optimus Prime
In the darkness words formed in his mind
Blind, double edged swords that will rhyme
So a nigga got resourceful with his time
The forces of kind, life forms in his kind
Sеrvants in the vine for
The mеrchant of rhyme sovereign rhyme
Urban and fly he spit's for the people
For the Government sly army for army
Cloaked in Armani we return to the mountains
The place where they found him
Disgraceful surroundings
The racists that bound him
Erase, and replace in they place a new Zion
The rod that’ll strike
Make way for the god on the mic
His sword’s full of light
Epidermis illuminate the fog in the night
God on the mic love on the mic
Pause for the strike like jaws on the mic
God on the mic (God on the mic)
Give you all that you like
(Give you all that you like)
Forcefully strike fell to the earth
Hell was his birth remembering, trembling
The dawn of the Nephilim
Beware of him, Seraphim
Spawn of the Cherubim serpentine
The man came at the perfect time
It’s the perfect crime
God on the mic got the perfect lines
Fruit's on a tree
Now we squeeze apples make juice and gin
God on the mic his booth is a gym
Where he work it out and the truth is in him
And Tupac got 6 bullets in
So the streets could get a new bulletin
Mutants from high lieutenant I
What ‘em motherfuckers wouldn’t do for ma
Fly do for ma fly the truth is a lie
In the booth there’s a spy
These bullets fly for the nuke in the
Sky bullet proof till I die
Poof! Roof to the sky
A’ usubi la hi bloody Jew till I die
Parachute’s full of wind troops follow him
Yes there’s nothing they wouldn’t
Do for their king songs that they sing
Crew full of gin
Youthful within hope they don’t pull a pin
We ride on the cosmos almost
God’s ghost god on the mic
God on the mic give you all that you like
Forcefully strike