Devils Lurkin' ft. Feeray Lyrics

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