War With God

The time has come for bad things to end

The time has come for life to begin, yes

The time has come for the war of the gods

It's that time, I'ma take the subtle approach first

'Cause I'm just gettin' started, let's go, look

I'm the best, and there's nothing that you can do about it, nope

Never needed a publicity stunt, let's tell the truth about it

Even in the core of the streets, you can't sway the youths about it

But keep runnin' your mouth, and I swear, I'ma knock a tooth up out it

I never claimed to be nothin' but who the fuck I am

Never sold cocaine in my life, but I'm still the fuckin' man

Understand, nothin' you did makes you a better ****

You claim the streets, but the streets respect that cheddar, ****

Luda got twice as much, your life, you can charge it to 'em

I fit four your houses inside my daughter's room

And still have room for young Karma to play

Givin' back to the children of tomorrow, for good karma today

So you can say what you wanna sat, and you can talk that talk

But real **** ain't doin' no talkin' 'cause we walk that walk

Album for album, you can see I got a multimillion plan

So call yourself whatever you want, except the multimillion man, ****

Lucifer, oh, Lucifer

Whatever you want except for the multimillion man, ****

God of evil, you're the God of hate

Call yourself whatever you want except the multimillion man, ****

Lucifer, oh, Lucifer

Call yourself whatever you want except the multimillion man, ****

The darkness is waitin', fire and light

How many, man?

How many times is you gonna rap about bustin' your gun?

How many times is you gon' trap without bustin' your gun

Only shots you took were subliminal to the general

Disrespectin' those doin' real time with real criminals

And I ain't ever did a day in my life

But it should be illegal to walk a day in my life

I paid the price and the cost to be the boss

So you can rest your mouth

I'm universal, Luda never limits hisself to the south

I give a damn about you hootin' and hollerin', it ain't botherin' me

I hear you talkin', but you ain't made it to three

You know where I live, but you ain't made it to me

You ain't made, ****

I'm havin' a house party, kid, come get played, ****

You got played, my record label never jerked me

So shoot me, stab me, but words will never hurt me

I feed off your energy, my powers with God

So it's even better if you make a diss record real hard

Lucifer, oh, Lucifer

Make the record real hard

God of evil, you're the God of hate

Make the record real hard

Lucifer, oh, Lucifer

Get this record real hard

The darkness is waitin', fire and light

See, even without all that bass and treble, I'm as hot as the devil

But I work for the top floor, homie, get on my level

I been stripped away your powers 'cause I gave you my blessin'

So it'll take more than majority vote to win this election

Man, mixtapes are not my resume, it's too hot

And I warned them that I was comin', I got that number one spot

So unless you usin' tampons, quit actin' stuck up

And do like your records say, or shut the fuck up

Do like your records say, or shut the fuck up

Do like your records say, or shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Shut the fuck up

Lucifer, oh, Lucifer

God of evil, you're the God of hate

Lucifer, oh, Lucifer

The darkness is waitin', fire and light