BODYARMOUR ft. Loneninjah & Malik Noir Lyrics

This the devil in a coffee bean,

Pavlov - a god's disease

Swords go from perpendicular up on the battlefield

To sliding through parallel horizontally

Born of war a child known to breathe an uneasy harmony,

Laced up, stone-faced cold to the arteries

Stained-eyes mosaic tiles where his heart should be

Mind of an anomaly with problems by the beaucoup

You can turn a blind eye just know he's looking right through you

And I put that on his ghost,

Chaotic scenes right in his element

I put that on his ghost

Yeah I put that on his skeleton

Can you see the earth within the iris,

See the cracks within his smile, see the cloud of which consumes the way he walks

I put that on his breathe

Put in effort for what's imminent

I put that on his flesh

Yeah I put that on his melanin

Ready to die for what he was birthed to uncover

From one war to another and still the torch what he carrying

Fuck a God

Of Destruction Title

That's shits

An understatement

Smacking cats

To atoms

Deeper than

Pavement

Deeper than bedrock

Putting every

Celestial being

In a headlock

Squeeze the

Ever loving fuck

Of these guns

To trigger a head pop

Welcome to

The Ted Talk

Make a rapper

Reveal himself

Verbal veto

The ego

Show his mirror

To kill himself

The execution is swift

The life lesson a gift

A single pen

Stroke leaves

A motherfucking shift

With the head

Decreasing

Distance from floor

Top segregation ensured

Fam turned

To Dora

Explore

Bodies lost

But never found

My existence

Leaves the loudest

Out of sound

Why yall always

Outta shape

When

Something New

Would come around

Been the Boogeyman

To every single

Snotty nose

Yall probably know

You'll hear the

YOs echo

From every member

Of the crowd

At shows

A orchestra

A Master

Of Ceremony

In flesh

If im screaming

Mic Check

You salute

In respect

You fear

The fire in

This general's eyes

I learned to

Pick the beat apart

While yall

Would generalize

Yall niggas fucking suck

Can't dress

You can't rap

You can't write

But can act

Modeling your Flows

After me

Tryna ransack

Clearly can't

Be imitated

Been myself

So niggas

Hate it

Fuck around

And find out

Human form

Has been

Demonstrated

Obliterated to

Smithereens

Heart and soul

Fusion dance

On ashes

We been

The team

Fuck nigga

And I put that on his ghost,

Chaotic scenes right in his element

I put that on his ghost

Yeah I put that on his skeleton

Can you see the earth within the iris,

See the cracks within his smile, see the cloud of which consumes the way he walks

I put that on his breathe

Put in effort for what's imminent

I put that on his flesh

Yeah I put that on his melanin

Ready to die for what he was birthed to uncover

From one war to another and still the torch what he carrying