The 8th Universe

Coming off rough
Think ya tough
You get ya weed coped
Get ya blood mopped up
While we wipe the floor
Clan assasination through war
Bringing smiths
And some inaudible gore
While we!
Taking out the problem
Breaking in floor boards
Slaughtering ya people
Murderin evil and your whores
Ignite the delightful people that we speak and we rhyme with
Define every crime
Through the weapons we fight with
You like this?
We mean every lyrics we wrote
We open up your mind
Like sharpened weapons to throats
Yeah it's the goat
Y'all shouldn't even mess with the finch
You get zipped bags
Yall caught me flipping the switch
Been gone for a minute but the triggers still hot
Man you thought, you ought to get you caught
Out by the cops, now it's the 25 to life
Yo life is coming to stop
You think you got ya homies
But yo friends left you to rot

Yo, yo, yo, yo
My raps got the attack to get you mopped up and shot up
Beefing with me leads to jaws wired shut
Rhymes hit like a punch to the gut
Your stupid ass truck got stuck in a rut
Droog type beat, bumpin' the jew tang
Been over 6 months, now release new things
Taking our time, it's god's work
Attack the moon gods, bomb church
And just so you know, for what it's worth
Raps so strong, leave you 6 feet in dirt
No forever wars, screw lockers of hurt
One quick strike, leave em bleeding like birth
Yo, i'm high cap, you high capping
Childish games, friggin, "Aye, Aye Captain!"
Beats and rhymes put together by the gods be slappin'
Cause boy your slippin', like janet jackson

Pumping out lines like a cocaine dealer
I roll up to the block in an 18 - wheeler
Better find yo girl, go ahead and shield her
if you don't watch yo back, the sporkman's gonna steal her
We bouta start a club, every sun god's a leader
Sungodia's our name and music is our healer
If you open up your mouth, you'll taste our solar cleaver
And if you want a bite of fame, your Teeth must be beaver
We grew up in a town with minecraft songs and screeching
our style has evolved but it's the message that we're preaching
They say we're leeching off the greats but we've invented our own groove
If the crowd gets bored, we hit em with a spin move
An astronomical point of view, our radical Attitude
Our creations and vibrations are emphatically smooth
Writing lyrics for a cause is our god given aptitude
The effect of our voice forces sensational graditude