VAKILL

VAKILL - Armor of God lyrics

rate me

Let me talk to him!

Let me talk to him!

Talk to me!

I’m from the era were we murk the bearer of bad news like leonidas

And family don’t speak till tragedy reunite us

Scout to see who tightest and slay hordes

Who wanna test V.A. sword

I wanna meet the Fockers

No Gaylord

An angelic presence the delegates blessing

It’s hell against heaven

My flow is god’s relic in essence

Why in the fuck is you replicas testin

With a delicate pressin

I can blow you to maggot delicatessen

They restless til I’m soul clapped with no mercy

Till they witness the crown get hold captive and murk me

No industry flow active can hurt me

The upper echelons about effective as proactive to herpes

Instruct spit to keep niggas with chalk employed

The gods fully armored

Apology talk is void

What part beast you don’t understand

I write the sickest shit to hit white sheets since cross burning Caucasoid

Chorus:

V a verse for all the fallen that left me

A may the armor of god protect me

Kill everything thing that’s movin expect me

If you offended then I’m talking to you directly

Sick as an abortion activist germ biochemist

Strapped by yo clinic

Clappin’ clients with a grill that’s cryogenic

The ice that my tear ducts cry authentic enough to hypothermia what I

Breathe upon even freeze a pond

The game will never be fixed

Cause every new nigga heavily bricks

Or exploited like 70′s flicks

Machine and beast cleverly mixed so

Fuck around and get carried by six

Like the nuggets in 76

I’m a good fucka

A sick migraine cross contaminated with strychnine strains and click

Nines aimed

Split a soul three ways in an auction

You celebrity fit thugs weighing your luck and weighing your options

Subsequently no slugs can dent me

Spit freeze whatever rubs against me i creep like a stealth winter

Frost bitin shit till your health splinters

This is I, fill in you the blank lord and master bitch I’m self-centred

Chorus:

V a verse for all the fallen that left me

A may the armor of god protect me

Kill everything thing that’s moving expect me

If you offended then I’m talking to you directly

Niggas want me to rehash beef with Twista till the targets destroyed

Run up on him at 106&park with the toy

Fuck all that

That’s a marketing ploy

In fact

I’m proud of what the nigga accomplished

Bark at cha boy

Envy breeds from not stackin right

Non packin pipe

Insecure non tough, tough actin tinactin types

You clients of panda pussy pimpin

The source of your extinction in existence is right here in black and white

Till I’m emancipated

I birthed terror that stans Al-Qaeda

Switch up

Give a fuck if fans okayed it

All I got is my balls and my word

If the streets hold me to my word, we already know where your hands located

Your fears confirming my thesis

The time fabrics in permanent creases

Pressing the luck you weigh

When bucks spray

You lay

uckfay ouyay

Want some positive shit

Mother fucker play Lupe

Talk to’em

Chorus:

V a verse for all the fallen that left me

A may the armor of god protect me

Kill everything thing that’s moving expect me

If you offended then I’m talking to you directly

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Thanks to madailui

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