Real Gods - Dope D.O.D., Simon Roofless

The real Gods

My style close to catastrophe

Fucking with the D.o.D.

is straight up blasphemy

Get your Guns all my bitches grab your tities

Tonight its goin' down this is Liberty City

Got the gridiest commite they commited to the action

And this is just a dream

Im a holographic black man

But still, real enough to put you in your place properly

Dope D.o.D

You won’t win like the lottery

Headz ain’t ready for the fearsome

Clear one

Pierce m like Predator the Mic is my speargun

Niggas is slackin'

All day I’ll be scopin’m

Spittin’in slowmotion they must be on Opium

Its hopeless son it dont matter what the rest say

Your skills got killed just like the spliffs in my ashtray

And D-Day ain’t nothin’comparised to what we say

I display my ways at the dawn of a new age

A wise man once said, worship without sacrifice is sinning

That explains blood on my hands from a chicken

You unclean being ain’t worth the picking

Apocalypto pillage your village, you the only man getting wind up missing

Viking!

Ride horses with armor

Use the dark forces… pilot to flying sourcerours

Breath in space without oxigen

Olmec face, blood in the vains of every race

All over earth, in every place

My D.N.A.

Placed, when I spit its like mace

Cleanse the earth with fire, what a waste

Repopulate the hardcore mc’s you soft like lace

You can’t handle, Roofless and Dope

You doufus, Simon, puppetmaster of the pope

Use the gamoura, twist you up like rope

God stuck on your planet cause my spaceship broke

Welcome to sin city, where sinners get busy

Evil resident, residence shitty eversince

I killed itchy, I’ve been real gritty

No benevolance, when I carefully conceal the evidence

And its evident… who's the real gods

I rub my salad fingers across rusty steel bars

We take trips and fly in space ships

You ain’t shit bitch, but a child of the matrix

I steal your pet for some poodle dog disection

And add your dad to my voodoo doll collection

My hooks on chains will tear the poo from your intestins

The room of remains needs a group of 4 forensics

Since the system, labels human beings

You can call me barberic like an ancient european

Bring the action, our reign is symbolic

I saw the dragon, with rains, bogz and gollic

We give flamable friction to pussy walls

And climb roofs in the shipment when duty calls

There’s a million mc’s to eradicate

Dope D.O.D.'s in your town, time to evacuate