Bars From The God Lyrics

Ayo, the flow is malaria

Cold as Siberia

J know the bars like hoes in Elyria

Bombs over Baghdad

Drones over Syria

Courtesy of tax payers

Only in America

The more weed the merrier

Don't approach me

Low key I'll bury ya

I got a theory but it'll leave a hole in ya head

Bigger than the hole Smokey would tear in ya

Run it back like a terrier

We came a long way from rapping in the cafeteria

Now we here and track is bacteria

We don't care if ya got the clap

If she clap, might marry ya

So what's scarier?

Me with a gun

Or the government in Nigeria

The Virgin Mary or Bloody Mary hysteria

Popping ya cherry while staring into the mirror at ya

Who else can spit a bar surgically

On beat

Never off beat

Or gimme heart surgery

Bars from the God

I'm hoping that you interpret these

Scars when I'm gone

And maybe then you can learn from me

Yeah!

I'm abusing the mic verbally with hyperbole

This guy's verses be timed perfectly

I'm certainly not the best example of diversity

But I got bars

Made of steel like I'm Hercules

It just occurred to me

I'm firing on all cylinders like a mercury

Fuck COVID

I been ill enough since my first release

Universally

Bout to start a buzz like a worker bee

I'm always high on flower from burning trees

I got kine that's sour, and purp that's sweet

I get my firepower from a higher power

Sunday morning up in church with weed