Armageddon
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🆔 ID: 10430513
📜 Lyrics
(At the McDonald's, the window was broken into again)(uh, tear gas has been thrown)(shit's gonna get very bad here if we don't have masks)
What we're looking at is the aftermath)(got to one police cruiser that is fully engulfed, right now)
Rap Jesus was just a warning, Rap Jesus was just a warm up
If that’s heat? Then this a torch then,rap beef? Stick a fork in
Pitchfork, for that rap devil, shootin' like Halo at that rap god
I’ma make this black and white, y’all white chalk on that blacktop
I grew up on that blacktop, I don’t talk shit behind laptops
Your hands hittin' them spacebars, my hands’ll hit your face, dawg
Better give me space, dawg, don’t enter a place of no return
Keep tabs on enemies, and then turn they home into a urn
Man, some people just won’t learn, they always on that fuck-shit
These trolls feed on news feeds, like groupies who suck dick
And you’ll soon see, I do me, if you meet me in public
But you not, you Tupac, 'til I pull up in that truck, bitch
You comment like I’ma read what you write
And critique what I write, what the fuck? Get a life
“Yo, what's up with his knife? Yo, what's up with his beard?”
But I bet you won’t hear, with a gun in your ear
And you runnin' your mouth, 'til that gun in your mouth
And you prayin' to God, but your luck runnin' out
And I’m prayin' to God, 'cause I’m losin' my mind
But you talk about mine, then you walk a thin line
So who want the smoke?
Tell me, 'cause I wanna know
I’m ready to settle the score, ready to kick in your door
You ain’t ready to battle, you, damn sure, ain’t ready for war
Too much to handle, Saint Mesus only a sample, I know you ain’t ready for more
Follow the handle, @SaintMesus, give all I have, 'til I’m dead, and I head to the Lord
Our Father, who art in Heaven
No devil, but I’m not a reverend
Pour my heart out, in this art I’m pennin'
I’m just tryin' to play my part, until it’s Armageddon
I know, I know, they ain’t bout that life
They ain’t 'bout that life
I know, I know, they ain’t got no stripes
They ain’t got no stripes
I know, I know, we are not alike
We are not alike
'Cause, I’m the type that live it
You the type that spit it on the mic!
So listen up!
I been nice for long enough!
Oh, you think you're tough?
I'm the type to call your bluff!
Yeah, you, pussy boy!
Don’t push me, boy!
'Cause you ain’t strong enough!
This is Armageddon, come and get it
Hope you armored up!
I know, I know I’m a livin' idol, 'til the day I die, but I resent the title
'Cause, I know I won’t ever measure up to the one up in the sky, that was sent in the Bible
So fuck-boys gon' fuck boys, and my homeboys gon' fuck girls
And I’m just finna post up, holdin' both nuts, fuck the world
'Cause, I am a problem that no one is solvin'
And only evolving, this only the start and
I promise you, I’ma do more than you ever thought possible
God is my witness, and all the Apostles
I’m sent on a mission, with full tunnel vision
While bitches are bitchin', 'bout every decision
I sit and I listen, and think to myself, wishin'
They would just mind their own business
I know my assignment, I’m growin' and climbin'
A mile, a minute, while on the road drivin'
Into the next city, and crowd, I’ma dive in
So if they’re still sleepin', then I pile drive 'em
My eyes, on the prize, and my hand, on a bag
Other hand’s on a strap, if a crook wanna jack
Yo, it’s no lookin' back, my boy, Cal, got my back
And I put that shit on the A-Cal on my back
What we're looking at is the aftermath)(got to one police cruiser that is fully engulfed, right now)
Rap Jesus was just a warning, Rap Jesus was just a warm up
If that’s heat? Then this a torch then,rap beef? Stick a fork in
Pitchfork, for that rap devil, shootin' like Halo at that rap god
I’ma make this black and white, y’all white chalk on that blacktop
I grew up on that blacktop, I don’t talk shit behind laptops
Your hands hittin' them spacebars, my hands’ll hit your face, dawg
Better give me space, dawg, don’t enter a place of no return
Keep tabs on enemies, and then turn they home into a urn
Man, some people just won’t learn, they always on that fuck-shit
These trolls feed on news feeds, like groupies who suck dick
And you’ll soon see, I do me, if you meet me in public
But you not, you Tupac, 'til I pull up in that truck, bitch
You comment like I’ma read what you write
And critique what I write, what the fuck? Get a life
“Yo, what's up with his knife? Yo, what's up with his beard?”
But I bet you won’t hear, with a gun in your ear
And you runnin' your mouth, 'til that gun in your mouth
And you prayin' to God, but your luck runnin' out
And I’m prayin' to God, 'cause I’m losin' my mind
But you talk about mine, then you walk a thin line
So who want the smoke?
Tell me, 'cause I wanna know
I’m ready to settle the score, ready to kick in your door
You ain’t ready to battle, you, damn sure, ain’t ready for war
Too much to handle, Saint Mesus only a sample, I know you ain’t ready for more
Follow the handle, @SaintMesus, give all I have, 'til I’m dead, and I head to the Lord
Our Father, who art in Heaven
No devil, but I’m not a reverend
Pour my heart out, in this art I’m pennin'
I’m just tryin' to play my part, until it’s Armageddon
I know, I know, they ain’t bout that life
They ain’t 'bout that life
I know, I know, they ain’t got no stripes
They ain’t got no stripes
I know, I know, we are not alike
We are not alike
'Cause, I’m the type that live it
You the type that spit it on the mic!
So listen up!
I been nice for long enough!
Oh, you think you're tough?
I'm the type to call your bluff!
Yeah, you, pussy boy!
Don’t push me, boy!
'Cause you ain’t strong enough!
This is Armageddon, come and get it
Hope you armored up!
I know, I know I’m a livin' idol, 'til the day I die, but I resent the title
'Cause, I know I won’t ever measure up to the one up in the sky, that was sent in the Bible
So fuck-boys gon' fuck boys, and my homeboys gon' fuck girls
And I’m just finna post up, holdin' both nuts, fuck the world
'Cause, I am a problem that no one is solvin'
And only evolving, this only the start and
I promise you, I’ma do more than you ever thought possible
God is my witness, and all the Apostles
I’m sent on a mission, with full tunnel vision
While bitches are bitchin', 'bout every decision
I sit and I listen, and think to myself, wishin'
They would just mind their own business
I know my assignment, I’m growin' and climbin'
A mile, a minute, while on the road drivin'
Into the next city, and crowd, I’ma dive in
So if they’re still sleepin', then I pile drive 'em
My eyes, on the prize, and my hand, on a bag
Other hand’s on a strap, if a crook wanna jack
Yo, it’s no lookin' back, my boy, Cal, got my back
And I put that shit on the A-Cal on my back
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.03](At the McDonald's, the window was broken into again)(uh, tear gas has been thrown)(shit's gonna get very bad here if we don't have masks)
[00:06.39]What we're looking at is the aftermath)(got to one police cruiser that is fully engulfed, right now)
[00:13.91]Rap Jesus was just a warning, Rap Jesus was just a warm up
[00:16.66]If that’s heat? Then this a torch then,rap beef? Stick a fork in
[00:20.26]Pitchfork, for that rap devil, shootin' like Halo at that rap god
[00:23.43]I’ma make this black and white, y’all white chalk on that blacktop
[00:26.99]I grew up on that blacktop, I don’t talk shit behind laptops
[00:30.23]Your hands hittin' them spacebars, my hands’ll hit your face, dawg
[00:34.07]Better give me space, dawg, don’t enter a place of no return
[00:37.11]Keep tabs on enemies, and then turn they home into a urn
[00:40.78]Man, some people just won’t learn, they always on that fuck-shit
[00:44.14]These trolls feed on news feeds, like groupies who suck dick
[00:47.63]And you’ll soon see, I do me, if you meet me in public
[00:50.71]But you not, you Tupac, 'til I pull up in that truck, bitch
[00:54.39]You comment like I’ma read what you write
[00:56.11]And critique what I write, what the fuck? Get a life
[00:57.95]“Yo, what's up with his knife? Yo, what's up with his beard?”
[00:59.63]But I bet you won’t hear, with a gun in your ear
[01:01.31]And you runnin' your mouth, 'til that gun in your mouth
[01:02.95]And you prayin' to God, but your luck runnin' out
[01:04.59]And I’m prayin' to God, 'cause I’m losin' my mind
[01:06.48]But you talk about mine, then you walk a thin line
[01:08.44]So who want the smoke?
[01:09.16]Tell me, 'cause I wanna know
[01:10.48]I’m ready to settle the score, ready to kick in your door
[01:13.08]You ain’t ready to battle, you, damn sure, ain’t ready for war
[01:15.48]Too much to handle, Saint Mesus only a sample, I know you ain’t ready for more
[01:18.44]Follow the handle, @SaintMesus, give all I have, 'til I’m dead, and I head to the Lord
[01:22.36]Our Father, who art in Heaven
[01:24.32]No devil, but I’m not a reverend
[01:29.60]Pour my heart out, in this art I’m pennin'
[01:32.79]I’m just tryin' to play my part, until it’s Armageddon
[01:35.83]I know, I know, they ain’t bout that life
[01:37.91]They ain’t 'bout that life
[01:39.59]I know, I know, they ain’t got no stripes
[01:41.39]They ain’t got no stripes
[01:42.71]I know, I know, we are not alike
[01:44.75]We are not alike
[01:46.19]'Cause, I’m the type that live it
[01:47.46]You the type that spit it on the mic!
[01:49.58]So listen up!
[01:50.98]I been nice for long enough!
[01:52.66]Oh, you think you're tough?
[01:54.30]I'm the type to call your bluff!
[01:56.06]Yeah, you, pussy boy!
[01:57.62]Don’t push me, boy!
[01:58.38]'Cause you ain’t strong enough!
[01:59.85]This is Armageddon, come and get it
[02:01.69]Hope you armored up!
[02:03.33]I know, I know I’m a livin' idol, 'til the day I die, but I resent the title
[02:06.45]'Cause, I know I won’t ever measure up to the one up in the sky, that was sent in the Bible
[02:09.81]So fuck-boys gon' fuck boys, and my homeboys gon' fuck girls
[02:13.09]And I’m just finna post up, holdin' both nuts, fuck the world
[02:16.77]'Cause, I am a problem that no one is solvin'
[02:18.41]And only evolving, this only the start and
[02:20.69]I promise you, I’ma do more than you ever thought possible
[02:22.29]God is my witness, and all the Apostles
[02:23.93]I’m sent on a mission, with full tunnel vision
[02:25.97]While bitches are bitchin', 'bout every decision
[02:27.57]I sit and I listen, and think to myself, wishin'
[02:29.25]They would just mind their own business
[02:30.85]I know my assignment, I’m growin' and climbin'
[02:32.29]A mile, a minute, while on the road drivin'
[02:33.00]Into the next city, and crowd, I’ma dive in
[02:35.76]So if they’re still sleepin', then I pile drive 'em
[02:37.61]My eyes, on the prize, and my hand, on a bag
[02:39.29]Other hand’s on a strap, if a crook wanna jack
[02:40.65]Yo, it’s no lookin' back, my boy, Cal, got my back
[02:42.82]And I put that shit on the A-Cal on my back
[02:44.70]
[00:06.39]What we're looking at is the aftermath)(got to one police cruiser that is fully engulfed, right now)
[00:13.91]Rap Jesus was just a warning, Rap Jesus was just a warm up
[00:16.66]If that’s heat? Then this a torch then,rap beef? Stick a fork in
[00:20.26]Pitchfork, for that rap devil, shootin' like Halo at that rap god
[00:23.43]I’ma make this black and white, y’all white chalk on that blacktop
[00:26.99]I grew up on that blacktop, I don’t talk shit behind laptops
[00:30.23]Your hands hittin' them spacebars, my hands’ll hit your face, dawg
[00:34.07]Better give me space, dawg, don’t enter a place of no return
[00:37.11]Keep tabs on enemies, and then turn they home into a urn
[00:40.78]Man, some people just won’t learn, they always on that fuck-shit
[00:44.14]These trolls feed on news feeds, like groupies who suck dick
[00:47.63]And you’ll soon see, I do me, if you meet me in public
[00:50.71]But you not, you Tupac, 'til I pull up in that truck, bitch
[00:54.39]You comment like I’ma read what you write
[00:56.11]And critique what I write, what the fuck? Get a life
[00:57.95]“Yo, what's up with his knife? Yo, what's up with his beard?”
[00:59.63]But I bet you won’t hear, with a gun in your ear
[01:01.31]And you runnin' your mouth, 'til that gun in your mouth
[01:02.95]And you prayin' to God, but your luck runnin' out
[01:04.59]And I’m prayin' to God, 'cause I’m losin' my mind
[01:06.48]But you talk about mine, then you walk a thin line
[01:08.44]So who want the smoke?
[01:09.16]Tell me, 'cause I wanna know
[01:10.48]I’m ready to settle the score, ready to kick in your door
[01:13.08]You ain’t ready to battle, you, damn sure, ain’t ready for war
[01:15.48]Too much to handle, Saint Mesus only a sample, I know you ain’t ready for more
[01:18.44]Follow the handle, @SaintMesus, give all I have, 'til I’m dead, and I head to the Lord
[01:22.36]Our Father, who art in Heaven
[01:24.32]No devil, but I’m not a reverend
[01:29.60]Pour my heart out, in this art I’m pennin'
[01:32.79]I’m just tryin' to play my part, until it’s Armageddon
[01:35.83]I know, I know, they ain’t bout that life
[01:37.91]They ain’t 'bout that life
[01:39.59]I know, I know, they ain’t got no stripes
[01:41.39]They ain’t got no stripes
[01:42.71]I know, I know, we are not alike
[01:44.75]We are not alike
[01:46.19]'Cause, I’m the type that live it
[01:47.46]You the type that spit it on the mic!
[01:49.58]So listen up!
[01:50.98]I been nice for long enough!
[01:52.66]Oh, you think you're tough?
[01:54.30]I'm the type to call your bluff!
[01:56.06]Yeah, you, pussy boy!
[01:57.62]Don’t push me, boy!
[01:58.38]'Cause you ain’t strong enough!
[01:59.85]This is Armageddon, come and get it
[02:01.69]Hope you armored up!
[02:03.33]I know, I know I’m a livin' idol, 'til the day I die, but I resent the title
[02:06.45]'Cause, I know I won’t ever measure up to the one up in the sky, that was sent in the Bible
[02:09.81]So fuck-boys gon' fuck boys, and my homeboys gon' fuck girls
[02:13.09]And I’m just finna post up, holdin' both nuts, fuck the world
[02:16.77]'Cause, I am a problem that no one is solvin'
[02:18.41]And only evolving, this only the start and
[02:20.69]I promise you, I’ma do more than you ever thought possible
[02:22.29]God is my witness, and all the Apostles
[02:23.93]I’m sent on a mission, with full tunnel vision
[02:25.97]While bitches are bitchin', 'bout every decision
[02:27.57]I sit and I listen, and think to myself, wishin'
[02:29.25]They would just mind their own business
[02:30.85]I know my assignment, I’m growin' and climbin'
[02:32.29]A mile, a minute, while on the road drivin'
[02:33.00]Into the next city, and crowd, I’ma dive in
[02:35.76]So if they’re still sleepin', then I pile drive 'em
[02:37.61]My eyes, on the prize, and my hand, on a bag
[02:39.29]Other hand’s on a strap, if a crook wanna jack
[02:40.65]Yo, it’s no lookin' back, my boy, Cal, got my back
[02:42.82]And I put that shit on the A-Cal on my back
[02:44.70]