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black godz remix - the devil'z rejects lyrics

[intro: jus allah]
yeah n*gga
what’s the f*cking deal
black gods n*gga
jus allah, chief kamach
what’s the f*cking deal my n*ggas
it’s good
yo, it’s a rap n*ggas, yo
check it out, yo

[jus allah]
jus allah is black god, runaway slave with back scars
devil won’t let me in the cave, i’m blackballed
n*ggas ain’t f*cking with the scientist, at all
for every five divine, there’s 95 slack jaws
i f*ck dimes, but i f*cked a couple wack jawns
p*ssy something that a n*gga just act on
i can’t help it, it’s magnetic attraction
i can’t melt in the sun, unless it’s passed on
i’m the last born, the f*cking end all
marine tilting the machine like pinball
my n*ggas fiend for the green like a menthol
when the fiend doesn’t have a reed and some tin foil
we earn our stripes, turn out dikes
smoke out just like rubber when it burn off bikes
chief kamachi, n*ggas need to turn off mics
more ideology than you could learn off christ
scent ya motherf*cking mind, we the best that you’ll find
it’s like lightning, striking consecutive times
allah gave me extra shine, extra divine
the finest flesh mankind’s ever designed
you ugly motherf*ckers got a reason to be leaving now
it’s open season on the heathens in the region now
we forever foes, beef will never close
’til you laying in a pose in your dress clothes
[hook x2: scratching]
*call the president*
*we might lose control*
[?]
*don’t make me have to call your name out*
[?]

[chief kamachi]
h*ll’s here, heaven can’t handle it
in the dark i keep the mirrors on the mantel lit
evil g*nius, black candles channel it
cult status, possessed by the amulet
keep my jewels, fools tryna gamble it
smoke bidis from habibis on the saddle strip
god sovereign, on any land we pick
african k!llers, cheetah skin handle grips
jus allah, kamach master common murk
let me play with your eye, see if your spine work
too complex but this still is a classic
my voice make a cobra pop up out of a basket
it’s warrior blood on twelve inch plastic
i’m finished with the vocals, the cadence is mastered n*ggas

[hook]

[bomshot]
the hostel apostle’s awful with the gospel, colossal
toss you in h*ll with pentecostals
i appear, white as a ghost though my heart is black
maybe cause i still shoot dope and smoke crack
i rock the mic like convulsions
see one man’s hand move mountains and part oceans
the title taker, the idle breaker
and when we run out of blunts we burn bible paper
we on the run like we escaped from alcatraz
i harbor fugitives from lost tribe shabazz
bomshot, jus allah and chief kamachi
we arab n*z*’s, like tragedy khadafi
your knowledges is irrelevant your rap’s too delinquent
you can’t f*ck with us, your words are celibate
we crack jaws and silence you wack frauds
all praises due to allah for creating black gods
[hook x2]

- the devilz rejects lyrics

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