L.J. - Glitch lyrics

[Intro] You think we should say something at the beginning? Or you just wanna... Never mind... [Verse 1: Monk] They fire shots when they know that we're still moving How we miss them? We had eyes with the uzi Empire pops with the flow and free will ruling And now their vision be bad guys in a movie Past lives on the prize and that last time was a doozie I'm chastising the minds that say "black pride, it subdued me" Trapped, lapped, you're behind me, you're oozing tires, I burn tar Just guarding position, to win they'll have to earn heart Y'all gotta brake, I turn hard I'm going to make your world dark Projectile, gotta cough that bile In a cot for a while, I hurl darts Call for the cease and desisting of Releasing songs that be missing any Piece of patterns consisting of a standard that ain't worth art Find a permit to ruin it Fronting striking some relevance Mime your murmurs, you cool with it frumpy? Sign your intelligence Climb a hurdle to prove it that Running sly gets you medicine I'm allergic to feuding The Monkey writes with an epipen [Hook: Monk] Low voices in the back, we can't understand them Go and think it over if you're coming at the tandem Got a message, listen up if you don't think we're 'bout it Making fans out of critics, ain't no way to doubt it Well, here it go We're going to give them something to talk about To all the haters that never listen, but run their mouth We're going to give them something to talk about So keep fueling the fire Black Epoch's putting out [Verse 2: Jesse Hughes] This is verbal mutilation that's sparked from the indignation That comes from the constant hating that's causing brutal predation I'm aiming for critics, turn attention to mental black out Fiending for the lyrics, I serve spirits from verbal crack house Pulling my mental gats out Lyrics that blow their backs out Aiming at any rapper that don't know what this code black 'bout This a movement I'm inciting to keep improving my people's progress Y'all make music that keep inviting the mental pollution MC's be fighting, unerring verse from a lyrical preacher Spit sermons into these mics Turn booths to pulpits Religiously altering congregations plight Pour holy water on those who falter in fear of their own oppression Verbal martyrs are those who harbor the thoughts of their kind's procession The ma**es don't like my message Ignoring my lyrics' lesson They put me into repression To try to stop our progression I'm sending up intercession That y'all get showering with blessings Reversing mental recessions That cause your morals to lessen [Hook: Jesse Hughes] [Verse 3: Monk] Futile prayers that you cherish Reckon how we put in work A few asparaguses blaring Y'all would take the pudding first Hiding dumb where tonsils hung We're about to make you gum your words And bite your tongues until your blood It comes to taste like just desserts Drier sense of humor when a pa**ion goes unrequited I'm tired of pleasant tumors that are acting like they're benign And I'm wired to call you out when you claim us from the beginning Slight of you in the cold, but ama** in a fairer climate Tay's game will rain on a pane with thunder's measure I spray like a hurricane when I maintain under weather LJ leads the wave, an array of blazing beat making lieutenants Our army's protecting faith, all opposing should get offended I fender bendered sinning Ended devil grinning For a gain Kindled candle spitting Ember chamber giving Forge a flame Amateur festering, they're peer pestering Third string sitting, we own this game Hermits stir, and the worm, you squirm timid Heard you listening, you know the name [Hook: Monk] [Verse 4: Jesse Hughes] See these other rappers played out Close the curtain on their act, we know what that charade bout Staging studio gangsta rap They grab a mic, whole background change Acting in a broad's way Shakespearean, trying to be something you ain't Experienced, so be correct when you aim They like to say that I'm hella deranged I like to say that the flow is insane I set the sight and you're stuck in the range Get under your skin and you're stuck with the mange Got you exfoliating I like to say we took over the game Yes, we're expropriating Give us the fuel to kindle the flame Lyrics are cruel, our critics we maim We're altruistic, humanistic Not to mention godly gifted Our success is fatalistic Emergence is cataclysmic Insurgents are real sadistic We're building a coalition That's strapped with the ammunition That's stopping the opposition Our mission is demolition Our soldiers on expedition Destroying your disposition We're sending an admonition That's sparking the superstition That's causing the premonitions To fear us as apparitions [Hook: Jesse Hughes]