Godflesh

We're so sick with the flow, sing along like you caught

A disease

Manifest in the mirror, don't sing lip shows, we go beyond

Man it's hard to believe, guess we're blessed it's a miracle

So watch, it's the Army Of Pharaos when you swallow your needs

Go from flesh to the spiritual

Gotta pray for a miracle like Moses when he parted the seas

Yes, yes, it's a miracle

They call the stupid on the

Stoop, I'm in the studio with Stoupe

I'm unusually loose in a movie role with true

Co-starring, don't spar with no heart, it's my level

Those targets, slow harvest, bombarded by metal

So garbage, so ghetto, so far but so settled

Don't harp but no father, slow peddle

Rosetta made blooms [? ]

We all got a history of violence on the record

Except for this record, Baby Grande

This lady take the stand and my record's playing in the court like a reggae band

Still a ladies man, Mag expensive

I don't get brain, I test dames' gag reflexes

Ecstasy dealer, I bag their exes

Stab em breathless without grabbing breakfast

I might pull ahead or

You're lower than a flat when I'm reaching with a spare [? ]

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]

Yo, you could never fucking test the god

The kickback of the Smith and Wesson hard

I love to think that you a devil for ingesting lard

That's a part of every lesson that he sent the father

Vinnie never claimed to be a prophet, I'm a vessel, god

Me and my seven Mac 11's have a special bond

Same bond when the Koran give me a special calm

I wave the motherfucking ratchet like it's Desert Storm

And use it so I can detach you from your legs and arms

I'm the one who's reinventing the steel

The one who took the art of rhyming, reinvented the wheel

My venom will kill, my spit game like a neurotoxin

They call me blood 'n guts warrior, Arturo boxing

It's nothing anything or anyone could do to stop em

Matter of fact, even attempting it's a foolish option

Anyone who try to disrespect my crew, I'll pop em

And tell the rest of the puerto ricans bring the tools and [? ] em

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Jus Allah]

Bury them and the Aryans that carried them

All stare, scared that humanitarians

Spare none of them, tear their young from them

Shun them, punt them into kingdom come's conundrum

Hunt them, punish them, confront them

Drunken them, come undone thunking

Summons him from the stomach of a sunless dungeon

Bludgeon them, make the chump to become consumption

Not an option to stop us, fairly obvious

They're innocuous, the despair of the populous

Get your fill of I'll-gotten goddesses

Drill them with a modest amount of bottomless promises

Turn the water scarlet red, let it turn from the faucet heads

Get to [? ] little trails in the carpet threads

Have em adamantly smack on the architect

[? ] on the carnage, have my heart set