God Aura

Yeah, the God is here
Recognize
Straight outta the deepest dungeons of the underground
Make room (make room, make room) Bronze Nazareth

Yo, Apache helicopters hover your block
Choppas and Glock's, front and get shot
In front of your Pops, it's the grimiest ack
For the money, I'll be gunnin' your top
I'll be stunnin' Allah on my mama, the sun, he is hot

The fly architect build the pyramids with the Bronze man
Like Billy Johnson spreadin' the gospel, I'm Allah-sent
5,000 marksmen ready to spray your conscious
Be cautious, I trade metals with the finest swordsman
The time to play, pierce through your heart, World star

I done been to battle, I can show you war scars
More sauce, tryna catch up, you're four short
Bitch, I'm like Shoemaker in a sports car
No others filled with more bang
Shoot-outs from close range for cocaine
The fiends barely shoot it in their cold veins

How you got fire without no flame? You so lame
I pull propane, hop on my soul train
Just for you, the realest, see what's inside of me
You know the policy, Lena Plug on this odyssey
Honestly, I would sin to give y'all the prophecy
Burn your temple 'cause your circle promotes sodomy

Plan is to dominate, consolidate
The championship, you hear lil' trumpets from a mile away
No scholar slave, four score just like Solomon
Check my resume, Justin get your masala, ay
Home of flyin', guillotines, man the Kings can sell it
I crack grounds and all for drillin' holes in Melons
Before God said, "Let there be light" I was in heaven
You facin' Armageddon, season of the seven, yeah

Season of the seven

I'd be less than honest if I gave you more hope
In the city, that's the way it is