Global Domination

Lyrics

[Spoken intro] [Verse 1: Lord Lhus] You don't wanna say we fucking you up I'm with the clique now in T.Dot running em up Hit you with sick styles Comin' for your daughters and sons with a crew of henchmen I'm the father, have you shot with a gun, get 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 to fuck It be like some killin and 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, spark marijuana everyday It's Lord Lhus, South Carolina born and raised muthafucka! [Verse 2: Sean Strange] I'm a New York giant, attackin your front line The shotgun clap and have you gaggin on blood Try my clique, the morgue'll have another toe to tag Chop you up and stuff your head into the bowling bag Show the flag, prepare for a Global Domination Control the population, never fold to confrontation I'm doper than a bundle, if you dare to try Better know I got the shovel and a bag of lime My name's Sean, a true product of the Creep Code No matter what, my heart will forever be cold Jump through the jungle, my people keep lurkin' Cousin Pat to the death the fuckin' Street Urchin We keep the heat burstin' [Verse 3: J Nyce] They gon' kill us, nah, we gon' kill them We're not gorillas, we just real men Real killers gripping heaters 'till 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 think God is sitting back, watching and enjoying this Destroy this, J Nyce hit the button, the missile deployed with [Verse 4: Sicknature] Sicknature part of the goons, stompin' platoons Ya'll get entombed if ya'll 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 this the reaper deceases Eager to eat this saw a beast strategic snatching your chain Leavin' you pieceless Sinister with prominent wishes stoppin your business Shit is in reverse you get your eye popped for the spinach Got immaculate plans used to chill in Copenhagen Now I'm crashing through the gates of your city Like a battering Ram [Verse 5: Shallow Pockets] Total the damage, I've broken the planet, awoke in 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 Livin' the life that you writing about Seek Pockets and the lights went out!