Speech Cobras Feat. Mr. Lif

<br>[Mr. Lif]<br>I`m the fire bearer<br>Holder of the sun<br>The Earth and the universe combined as one<br>An everlasting energy taking all forms<br>Blue skies on sunny days tell the storms<br>The one who tears down what you adorn<br>And curses the material things that you mourn<br>But look up in the sky `cause I am the dawn<br>And the light that empowers your flesh as it yawns<br>Strong, undeniably so<br>Lif better known as a society fault<br>The deity glow reach into my center<br>I bet you feel pleasure and pain as you enter<br>The tormenter, pleaser, embracer, squeezer<br>As your skeleton crush<br>Your physical turns into gelatin plus<br>Due to over stimuli<br>You liquify<br>I send you back to the earth soil to quench the turmoil<br>When the ground splits<br>To swallow of corporations and cops<br>Give birth to rocks<br>So we can have solid ground on which to walk<br>Stand strong and talk<br>And write down theories in chalk on the side walk<br> <br>Chorus:<br> <br>&quot;The devil lurks and my heart irks for the hell<br>Look into the eyes of a *nigga* who fell&quot; -----&gt; Buckshot<br>&quot;The devil lurks and my heart irks for the hell<br>Look into the eyes...&quot;<br> <br>[Jus Allah]<br>My style orbits<br>Around nine planets of forces<br>Ominous metaphorics in vision of double corpses<br>Lying order, mad scientist slash doctor<br>Present the type of horror that boils your holy water<br>Get warped with the knowledge that folds the holy father<br>Hard boys become toys inside the real saga<br>So why bother<br>My whole flaw lines is harder<br>So bring the drama<br>We all know the signs is smarter<br>I set off crowds, style wild like a circus<br>I seek through souls when I walk past churches<br>Allah praise you, stay true to a devine purpose<br>Seeking out the wise wherever the dark searches<br>Flows that I embark and leave your squadron shadow dodging<br>Lyrics are softened like slugs that fill harkness<br>No option, narrow odds<br>Fucking with god is straight gambling with your tarot cards<br> <br>Chorus<br> <br>[Ikon the Hologram]<br>Open the gates of Midian<br>For the fangs like the flesh<br>Three cyborgs who Bang like Ladesh<br>We hang the best<br>Spit venom until your face burn<br>Yet the critics are parasitic like a tape worm<br>The hate burn, scathe the urn of a Buddhist<br>Snake turn and fake yearns to kiss `em cutest<br>We take lives with knives steady abusing ya<br>With the vicious intentions of denting your uvula<br>Bruising ya with text of a Harvard class<br>Ikon will smash into shards of glass<br>To reform into a whirlwind of sand<br>Then reborn into the word Hologram<br>A solid man with plans to intwine matter<br>Mind splatter from the grind of my divine hammer