State of the art ft. ILL BLAZE Lyrics

Hood Rules Apply

Ill Blaze

Bar Shots Productions

Yeah

Derek Isle

It's the massacre

We're killing everything

Y'all ready

I don't think you're ready

Let's go

It's the massacre

We're killing everything

Y'all ready

I don't think you're ready

Let's go

It's the massacre

Yo, I'm spitting with excellence

Listen to these godly testaments

It's unbearable

Listen to these supernatural parables

None of you homos can get flipped up

And even be comparable

When you get clipped up it will be unrepairable

When the knife buckles hit you in the face

With these white knuckles

I'm God's right hand man

Standing beside I'm a beast

I'll slam and collide

Step into me

You get thrown inside

Denied like you get thrown outside

These pearly gates

As you resume the way

As your fate surely awaits

Listen to the poetry that I'm spitting

Like it was from the book of Psalms

Get tipped with these bombs

I rhyme with calamity

Spiritual like the ship's mammoth

I'm a visionary

Send out my twelve disciples

Nah, fuck it

My missionaries

I got this godly divine mind

To intertwine

To give you a sign

To bow down to my shrine

I'm in your head

You think of me like bad memories

You trying to see me like a dome shot

Let's look at your thoughts and rethink those

You're gonna miss like Shaq's three throats

Not me though

I'm in beast mode

With the heat that leave your body cold

And leave the scene with the particles

You live for me

You'll never grow

Debra Ka-El on death row

Straight outta hell

I won't get old

Cause I sold my soul for this sick flow

And a micro-flow

On these bar shop beats

We don't see defeat

When we kill elites

So fuck your favorite rappers

They ain't shit to me

When I show my teeth

And they turn to flee from this

The last thing they see

I come in my pants

When I kill MC's

And move to a lonely island

Where they can't find me

Cooling on the beach

With an old school glass bottle of O.E

Listening to everything

Easy E

Told me

I'm the origin of mathematics

Or anything you're trying to grasp

Pitch you with these godly hands

Make you do acrobatics

You can pray to me

Try and ask

Put my name in your mouth

And blaspheme

Never that

Me quavered for your face

Never that

My flow is luminous

I can see the doom in this

You can freeze frames

Frozen

Squeezing life out your name

Like you're the chosen

Blazed with ill tendency

Spiritual arts

Loose and close

I'm the Alpha Omega

Here in your heart

Pop a pill with dependencies

So come step in my sanctuary

Just to regenerate your mind

I got the degenerate grind

Which captivate the souls of a million

My rhymes controlled out of a billion

With the power of telekinesis

With these math defeats

The masses of thesis

My flow cause animosity

Right hand from my godly hands

Deliver a blow with monstrosity

You can't escape the velocity

I'm not a night vision

Computer, control, copy