Sean Strange - Global Domination lyrics

[Spoken intro] Verse 1: Lord Lhus You don't wanna step we f*cking you up I'm with the click now - in T.Dot Running em up Hit you wit sick styles Comin' for your daughters and sons with a crew of hits But I'm the father of your style wit a gun, get ammunition I can never be stopped, you can never take my spot But you can get shot,ask about me on the block It's the one real as Lhus, never faking to f** It be like some k**in ... in the face of a chump This is murder rap, the rebirth of raw music We connect in T.O with Reel Wolf and Tom Vujcic A nuisance - spark marijuana everyday It's Lord Lhus, South Carolina born and raised ... mutha f**a! [Verse 2: Sean Strange] I'm a New York giant, attackin your front line With a shotgun clappin have you gaggin on blood trife? My click will give the morgue another toe to tag Chop you up and stuff your head into the bowling bag Show the flag - prepare for Global Domination Control the population, never fold to confrontation I'm doper than a bundle if you dare to try Better know I got the shovel and a bag of lines My names Sean - the true product of the Creep Code No matter what my heart will forever be cold Through the jungle my people keep lurkin Cousin Pat to the d**h - the f**in' Street Urchin We keep the heat burstin' Verse 3: J Nyce) They gon' k** us, nah, we gon' k** them We're not guerillas, we just real men Real k**ers gripping heaters 'till your steel bends Real recognize real, but I don't hear them End of the world, end of the road, disappearing Hanging from the end of the rope, this is where it ends My friends were informants saying they were ??? They got me in a sting like a nest full of hornets I'm not going to the bing, I'm going to war with The Canadian government, judges and lawyers I think God is sitting back, watching and enjoying this Destroy this - J Nyce hit the bu*ton, the missile deployed with Verse 4: Sicknature Sicknature part of the goons, Stompin' platoons Ya'll get entombed if ya'll interrupting We barge into this game with the marvelous move Your better off embarking for doom I f** your image up like a tattoo artist on shrooms I ain't stoppin' for less - Think because I'm sick You'll be stuck in the bed with dickfaces Cuz I'm f**ed in the head We could release this - the reaper deceases; Eager to eat this A beast that's quick at snatching your chain Leavin' you pieceless Sinister with prominent wishes - Stoppin your business sh** is in reverse like you got your eye popped with the spinach Got immaculate plans - Used to chill in Copenhagen Now I'm crashing through the gates of your city Like a battering Ram [Verse 5: Shallow Pockets] Total the damage, I've broken the planet, awoke in a panic So much for granted - you don't understand it ....chrome and the cannon... Brought a gun to the show - they should've pat me down Dead bodies on the floor - hope you happy now Now the cops on the phone tryin' to talk down Won't let the hostage go but I'll let off a round Take over the globe - take over your town Vancouver to Scotia - I hear you loud Cop dope when the price is down Look at your head it got a price on it now Livin' the life that you writing about Seek Pockets and the lights went out!