Global Domination (Original Demo)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah! Lord Lhus! Chief Kamachi! Snowgoons! Sicknature! Psych Ward in this motherfucker! World domination, yo! [Verse 1: Lord Lhus] You don't wanna step, we fucking you up I'm with the clique now in T.Dot running amok, hit you with sick styles Comin' for your daughters and sons with a crew of henchmen I'm the father of your style with a gun, got ammunition I can never be stopped, you can never take my spot But you can get shot, ask about me on the block There's no one real as Lhus, never faking the funk They be like "Son killed it", punchin' in the face of a chump This is murder rap, the rebirth of bomb music We connect in T.O with Reel Wolf and Tom Vujcic A nuisance, sparkin' marijuana everyday It's Lord Lhus, South Carolina born and raised muthafucka! [Verse 2: Klee Magor] The enemy is really within, reflections of my inner demons Are defeated with heaters committing sin And like The Patriots I'm playing to win Just defend 'em, I can't win, Satan's hate has come to slay 'em within 'Cause I done been there so deep in the dirt, that's why I'm speaking the verse With the authority of the priest and the church You want to murder me? I'm creepin' there first Pray my soul emerge immaculate I feel the filth where it's been immersed As I be trekkin' through the violent storm Who is the man who can transform the Valley of Thorns into a land where waters flow? We all travel alone, lost in the wasteland With predators and beasts, this is how we atone [Verse 3: Benny Brahmz] They got you all up in a trance with your eyes wide shut Disguise what your minds assigned to think Too blind to blink from the lies you speak A generation where pagans and evil nations steady climb the peak The rise is cheap, the guide's a thief Lies are heaped, spell driven, hell ridden, demonize the weak Your demise is bleak like miles of heathens Stacked up piles of sheep in the backlands of your towns and streets Best to watch for the martial law police Never talk to the peeps, I rock The Mark of The Beast The heart of deceit, the sparks of defeat, the dark won't retreat Toronto City repping like I hark on a beat [Verse 4: J Nyce] They gon' kill us, nah, we gon' kill them We're not gorillas, we just real men Real killers gripping heaters 'til your steel bends Real recognize real, but I don't hear them End of the world, end of the road, disappearing Hanging from the end of the rope, this is where it ends My friends were informants saying there were warrants They got me in a sting like a nest full of hornets I'm not going to the bing, I'm going to war with The Canadian government, judges and lawyers I thank God, sit back, watch and enjoy this, destroy this J Nyce hit the button the missile deployed with [Verse 5: Sicknature] Sicknature part of the goons, stompin' platoons Y'all get entombed if y'all interrupting We bargin' into this game with the marvelous boom Your better off embarking for doom I fuck your image up like a tattoo artist on shrooms I ain't stoppin' for less, think because I'm sick I'll be stuck in the bed? You dickfaces are fucked in the head We could release as I reap and decease It's eager to eat this saw a beast strategic snatching your chain Leavin' you pieceless Sinister with prominent wishes stalkin' your business Shit is in reverse, you get your eye popped for the spinach Got immaculate plans used to chill in Copenhagen Now I crash through the gates of your cities like a battering Ram [Verse 6: Shallow Pockets] Total the damage, I've broken the planet, awoken a panic So much for granted you don't understand it I'm blowin' the fam that live close with the chrome and the cannon Brought a gun to the show, they should've pat me down Dead bodies on the floor, hope you happy now Now the cops on the phone tryin' to talk me down Won't let the hostage go but I'll let off a round Take over the globe, take over your town Vancouver to Scotia, I hear you loud Cop dope when the price is down Look at your head, it got a price on it now I live the life that you writing about Seen Pockets and the lights went out! [Verse 7: Chief Kamachi] It's Chief Great, spittin' sorcery on the street tape Stay posted up on the East Gate, 95s and dollars a keepsake Can't let the beast wait, step inside the water, the sea shake Kamala, they holler, African sea snake Underground DJs dig in the deep crates Jackpot, just hit the murderous sweepstakes Black op, young boomer body can beat brakes Baptism in the fire, rap rhythm The black prism hit like something The MAC give 'em Messiah, all these small fryers and foolery One King, nigga, just shine up my jewelry