Devils Lurkin' (feat. Feeray)

Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin' Gotta treat yo people right, need a angel by yo side When them prayers come in light, cuz them devils lurkin' Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin' Gotta treat yo people right, need a angel by yo side When them prayers come in light, cuz them devils lurkin' When serpents come lurkin They, bet not let a foot up in my circle Bet not slide a foot up in my circle Disloyal, fake, shifty - ain't Never made its way up in my circle So I always keep four squares inside my circle And I never close my eyes Or bow my head, cuz when I pray Rather stand in front of a mirror And stare at god inside his face They thought I lied When I forewarned about lions with tongues of snakes I rap about these pyramids Cuz black kings dying everyday This they burial Please don't make me bury you Even the thought of threatening mine Is cause for me to pyramid you I come in peace, king. Peace king Please don't make it rest in peace, king I ain't talkin' chunkin' deuces, When I say "they holdin' piece, king" I ride for my niggas, die for my niggas I ain't stupid I know I'm better off alive for my niggas Hold up, if you ever get the thought to try and play me I'm sprinkling yo ashes in two pi radius, no lurkin On my momma, out the gate nasty, I'm nothin' sirs Let's not make it somethin' and make yo' family airbrush a shirt Let's just keep it peaceful and save yo' pastor a sermon I'm certain yo momma can't handle that stressful type of burden, it's curtains I know haters think they can stop 'em Feel entombed like Akhenaten I been plottin' Now my shit is just bombin' like I'm bin Laden Catch me slidin for the FarEast And you 'on't want no problems Used to starch my pants with hard crease But now we tote them irons Straight jacket they looking crazy at me Never seen a GOAT talk Fix your face, 'fore I do it My hook and jab like a Botox Yo bitch is lookin' at me She wet just like where the boats are Marty Byrde is my name I stash my kids in her Ozark (oh God) Wack ass rappers please don't stand next to me Had to cut lil pussy off, hysterectomy Eat a dick til it's gluttony, y'all can't fuck with me And suddenly, envious ones act like they never covet me Two Hail Marys to keep a devil off me One chrome barrel to keep a jealous off me Sage and prayers known to make a devil anxious Test my patience, shit get dangerous, I send his soul with the angels On God! Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin' Gotta treat yo people right, need a angel by yo side When them prayers come in light, cuz them devils lurkin' Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin' Gotta treat yo people right, need a angel by yo side When them prayers come in light, cuz them devils lurkin' As I walk through the valley, checkin' my peripheral The Devil's right beside me, if I make it, it's a miracle What happens on Earth stays on Earth, ain't that the physical But ask whose image I'm built in, cuz that's the spiritual Now he's on my shoulder, tellin' me "be cynical" An angel on the other side, sayin' "Who the billy goat?" I'm like, I held it down for twenty years in this city so When I say this the flow of the state, guess I'm a Seminole I put a pause to what you sayin', like a semi-col' Plus, I'm still linkin' with the G's like a Figaro And I kept my patience, I ain't tryna pass clinicals But best believe, I dodge all challengers, you don't hear me tho (y'all not Hemis nigga) This is god body in a G.O.A.T.'s body and my flow pro'ly got you niggas runnin' out of luck Ain't that the Colts, Ollie, I retired then I came back in the game as the coach, sorry I control bodies, I'm puppeteer to these Muppets here, y'all are so Fozzie, I'm so godly The Devil took his ass down to Georgia, then he came back Just to find out that the god was livin' in Nap Bet all his money on a dice game, but then he crapped Best believe I took that dub, 'cause I'm bettin' all black - Westside! Chuck told me to go King David's Rolex, that semi-colon turns to a period, grab a Cotex It's gon' get grotesque, like David Koresh in Waco, Tex', so tell the Hoteps, I been a god They just ignore the signs like a protest, the son of God, I asked my father if his name was Joseph But wasn't no three wise men, there wasn't no gifts, just poverty and projects And three wise guys that's at yo' doorstep, click clack And your only job's to protect 'cause, I swear the Devil like Shang Tsung Only seven survived and motherfucka you ain't one Y'all seen me walk on water, motherfucka you can't run They put my faith at stake and found out I was A-1 Know that I'm the chosen that's whenever my day come God the Autobiog' I swear Chuck is my day one What happens when you put a capital G with a mason The Devil gotta deal with G.O.A.T. brothers, Feeray's done And make sure all my "G"s capital, all of 'em, ain't nothin' lowercase about me nigga, God