War With God

The time has come for bad things to end

The time has come for life to begin

Yes!

The time has come for the war of the gods

It's that time

I'mma take the subtle approach first

'
Cause I'm just gettin started

Let's go!

Look:






I'm the best and there's nothing that you can do about it (nope!)

Never needed a publicity stunt, let's tell the truth about it (yeah!)

Even in the core of the streets, you can't sway the youth about it (nah!)

But keep running yo mouth

And I swear I'mma knock a tooth up out it (blaow!)

I never claimed to be nuthin but who the fuck I am

Never sold cocaine in my life, but I'm still the fuckin man (right!)

Understand, nuthin you did makes you better nigga

You claim the streets, but the streets respect that cheddar, nigga

Luda got twice as much yo life you can charge it to 'em (ching!)

I fit four of your houses inside my daughters room (woo!)

And still have room for young Karma to play

Givin back to the children of tommorrow, for good karma today

So you can say whatcha wanna say, and you can talk that talk

But real niggas ain't doin no talkin cause we walk that walk

Album for album, you can see I got a multimillion plan

So call yourself whatever you want except The Multimillion Man

Nigga!






Lucifer, oh Lucifer

Whatever you want except the multi-million man, nigga

God of evil, you're the god of hate

Call yourself whatever you want except the million man, nigga

Lucifer, oh Lucifer

Call yourself whatever you want except the million man, nigga

The darkness is waiting, fire and light

How many, man?






How many times is you gon rap about busting your gun? (huh?)

How many times is you gon trap without busting your gun? (gon' bust it!)

Only shots you ever took were subliminal to the general

Disrespecting those doing real time with real criminals (woo!)

And I ain't never did a day in my life

But it should be illegal to walk a day in my life

I paid the price and the cost to be the boss

So you can rest your mouth

I'm universal, Luda never limits hisself to the south

I give a damn about ya hootin and hollerin, it ain't botherin me!

I hear you talkin but you ain't made it to three!

You know where I live, but you ain't made it to me!

You ain't made, nigga

I'm havin a house party, kid, come get played, nigga

You got played, my record label never jerked me

So shoot me, stab me, but words will never hurt me

I feed off your energy (woo!), my powers with God

So it's even better if you make ya diss record real hard






Lucifer, oh Lucifer

Make the record real hard

God of evil, you're the god of hate

Make the record real hard

Lucifer, oh Lucifer

Ya diss record real hard

The darkness is waiting, fire and light






See, even without all that bass and treble, I'm as hot as the devil

But I work for the top floor, homie, get on my level

I been stripped away ya powers 'cause I gave you my blessing

So it'll take more than majority vote to win this election

Man, mixtapes are not my resume, it's too hot

And I warned them I was coming, I got that number one spot

So unless you using tampons, quit acting stuck up

And do like your records say, or shut the FUCK up






Do like your records say, or shut the fuck up

Do like your records say, or shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Ch-ch-ch-ch-shut the fuck up






Lucifer, oh Lucifer

God of evil, you're the god of hate

Lucifer, oh Lucifer

The darkness is waiting, fire and light