Call of the Gjallarhorn ft. Omar Glomar Lyrics

This the lost recital, rolling chronic on the papers from God's Bible

I'm your mom's idol, hear the call of the Gjallarhorn

Concoct a force in these bars that got your mind torn

From reality, the beat hitting like battery

These visions are complete scriptures, that the ancient Egyptians predicted in a battle scene

Fucking lifted, summon spirits when I'm rapping B

One lyric will shatter half your fleet

Verbal catastrophes, mic mastery

Light the night with the ghastly aura, you couldn't match the horror

Immortal like I snatched a Horcrux

My sword swung, made the fucking Earth split

I slurp clits, till my jaw aches

Y'all below me like a Hawk's prey

A1 on my raw steak

Enter the booth, when I'm done you'll see chalk and tape

Ayo, we causing havoc on the motherfucking scene

Beat hitting like a fucking hatchet to the throat

Racking up the dough, watch the smoke float

This elite creative mastery

You can't see me like I'm in between realms

I'm Houdini, I maneuver with stealth

I bring terror like the sewers in hell

Fuck

Drain your fluids, watch them melt

Lost in cells trying to make my way out

The pain shouts, it's a motherfucking war zone

The score's dope

Shouts to Omar

The flow's dark, shit's deep

Couldn't find it with a sonar

Got a golden heart

And my mind's full of ferocious sharks

Frozen darts hit your sector

Feel the venom hit your veins

My brain's an art museum

Dissect the vivid planes

Every bar will twist your face

A bit insane, but I control it

The pen glowing

I awaken beasts with my speech

It's explosive