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perpetual majesty (the deity universe) - the deity complex lyrics

the deity complex ft. e. ahmed allah – “perpetual majesty (the deity universe)”
[emcee(s): e. ahmed allah]
[producer(s): ahurumazda (of the deity complex) [original instrumental from the deity complex – “perpetual majesty”]]

[intro]
peace, lord, this our time to shine, man. give it to the gods, man. give it to these motherf-ckers. they’re wack out here. you got supreme on the boards, get ‘em!

[verse: e. ahmed allah]
it’s the god on the mic, there’s lord on my right
luohan on the beats, and we got the party hype
copycats wanna bite ‘cause they think this sh-t is sweet
but like a cavity creep, i knock holes in your t–th
styles so unique in acquisition, guillotine
rap flow, i decapitate the compet-tion
sound side wisdom is all that i’m spitting
the all true and living, i show ‘em what i give ‘em
so turn it up loud when it’s in your sound system
heads be like, “d-mn, that’s the sh-t i’ve been missing”
hit their mans up like, “yo, you gotta listen. do you
hear what he’s saying?” the cadence, the rhythm
the supreme wisdom, the path, the mission
the vocabulary finds jerry with a vision
with more bars than prison, more bars than snicker
n-gga, you want bars? i got more bars than liquor
my flows are nile river, your sh-t is just a stream, boots
sprint across your chest when i walk across your team
dream i had my bank up, then i had to wake up
back to the grind, man, i got time to make up
battle? i’m with it. start it or end it, nine
times out of ten, you know the god’s gonna win it
talking all rap style, dropping bombs on the wack
the same ways george bush did in iraq
raised in the crack era, blazing the rap era ‘cause
that when sh-t was dope ‘cause that’s my era
the man at the school who said something, bust a move. you done
memorizing lessons, now it’s time to show and prove
so win, lose, or draw, i’ma bring it to you raw. i’m the
7 on the flag between the moon and the star
clutch the microphone, off the dome with the poetry
lost-and-found in the house, you already know it’s me
[?] and
the n-ggas in the back, that’s the rest of the squad. one
time for the show, two times for the party, three
rappers in my crew, and we all godbody
opinions are like -ssh0l-s—everybody got one
but only microphone emcees don’t want
none of this lyricist with metaphors so scandalous
punchlines make you think that i’m talking with my fist
you need to read a book, hit the gym, get your weight up
‘cause on the microphone, against me, that -ss get ate up
rap n-ggas nowaday in yoga pants and makeup
the day we’re going bankrupt, rappers taking pay cuts
[?] post it up, shoot the rock

[outro]
aight, supreme, stop, stop. enough. dead emcees, real emceeing lost-and-found. peace

- the deity complex lyrics

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