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lirik lagu marquese saenz - god's realer (godzilla remix)

[intro: wrecktify]
man, i really wanna go ahead being talkin’ about it, but i–
nah, nah, nah, forget this, get ’em ‘quese , ha

[verse 1: marquese saenz]
who’s statin’ godzilla?
god said, “n0body’s bigger, n0body’s similar”
gotta be buggin’ a bit to debate it
accommodatin’ comical lunacies
got me stuck in the booth
and making a cover to prove it
can’t even compare the pair, not fair, god’s realer
godzilla commonly rocked by king kong
my king of kings will beat on beasts, on beats
while he beatbox at a ping pong meet
k!ll ’em with a guillotine
every single lyrical epitome
given to murder, demon’s silly wit it
really get ahead of mysеlf
when decapitating my appetitе
for dilapidating garrisons
got me tearing them up
when i break down they sound way down
take it eight rounds, beat it up like j. val
they clowns at the playground
gotta go for the jugular
hit until i get him in an eight count
(eight count, eight count, eight count)
in they face, unashamed faith, take blade
and embed it in a snake take
venom make boots, antivenom in a booth
while i make praise (whoop)
my king is way great, make they clay shapes, they praise, take breaks
casting all the way to the flames while he breaks chains
you are not god and not competition
[chorus: wrecktify]
monster
you get in his way, he gon’ feed ya to the
monster
yeah, ya better pray he will keep away the
monster
when the lake of fire flames blaze like matches
best believe that he will turn the enemy to ashes
god’s realer, word spitter, flame fl!cker
blood on the cross
not the clothes that he walks in
fire, god’s realer
fire, flame fl!cker
blood on the cross
not the clothes that he walks in

[verse 2: wrecktify]
thank god we’re not average
rest on queen size mattresses
but we don’t sleep, we be ravaging, yeah
me and ‘quese be savages, we don’t play
we don’t even riddle in the middle
we don’t even piddle with a riddle
but we fiddle in the middle
and we go ahead and make a play to break away
i’m playin’ in the hay everyday, d~d~day
say what?
humpty dumpty done fell from grace
’cause he ain’t follow rules
you forget these rip tides pull you in
this ain’t no swimmin’ pool
lockness creepin’ by the coast
you’d go good with toast
he’s hungry, fool
keep it strapped up, sip from that cup
you don’t ever wanna be the man to give the upper hand or fuel to the–
[chorus: wrecktify]
monster
you get in his way, he gon’ feed ya to the
monster
yeah, ya better pray he will keep away the
monster
when the lake of fire flames blaze like matches
best believe that he will turn the enemy to ashes
god’s realer, word spitter, flame fl!cker
blood on the cross
not the clothes that he walks in
fire, god’s realer
fire, flame fl!cker
blood on the cross
not the clothes that he walks in

[verse 3: wrectify]
oh, yes, we call it like we see it
demons creepin’ in the street
jesus been keepin’ all the sheep
from being deemed pieces of meat
mystical creatures seem to retreat when they see we ain’t scared of the heat
vehemently reachin’ for the peak
hold tight to the robe and the edge of your seat
but they wanna talk about us when we pray
but they better walk around us ’cause we saved
when they hear the, “boom, boom” in the trunk they be thinkin’ the body be tryna riot here today
but my lord’s been comin’ since a.d
bringin’ back the funk like the 80s
wearin’ jackets in the house, we straight crazy
better lock us in the cage, can’t tame the beasts
sinner man thinkin’ he de winnin’, man
spinnin’ like a ceiling fan on a hundred million
he be k!llin’ men and leadin’ to a death on the isle of gillian
what? you thought you was chillin’, man?
but i’ma go ahead and be real witcha
it ain’t a game when you feel the pain in ya brain
when you feel the shame, you can rep’ the name of the king
never claim you can run a thing, leave ya in a sling
really wanna be talkin’ about walkin’ around in the world with your mask on
gon’ get your act on
covid is real, but you’re livin’ in fear
i’ll be makin’ this clear, you got ya facts wrong
can’t breathe with this coverin’
sometimes it be soundin’ like mutterin’
but really it’s prophetic utterin’
that keep me st~st~st~stutterin’
[bridge: wrecktify]
father god i wanna k!ll ’em with venom
and i really wanna get ’em in a pickle, wanna bug him
and i really gotta get it, gotta hit ’em with the rhythm
in a minute when i feel it comin’, he be runnin’, i’ma get the word
i ain’t afraid of the monster that’s creepin’ behind me
and pushin’ and shovin’ me
keepin’ my focus and hope in him
i’m super bad, but he’s still mclovin’ me

[spoken interlude: wrecktify]
~gasping and coughing~
i can’t, i ca~
he’s a freak
he’s the fastest kid alive
~cough~

[verse 4: marquese saenz]
(ha)
felling snappy, grab iguana crack t~~th
feel the back of the van seat
with a black backpack full of wack raps
and a fat stack full of rap sheets
tryna gas me like i packed three
last stash of the stash of the cans of the black beans
but i can’t brag on the craft, mac and cheese
when i wanna go beast mode, kaiju, i’m ghidora, woo
satan wanna get it, keep it loaded
i pull it back, open heavenly omen
i phenomenally go in
knocking opponents over, get in my locomotive
run over them making them paper thin
never cave in to graven image or making covenant with them
mentally battle, but give it to god and he compensate it
with a calmer state i got to celebrate it
never sentimental whenever grabbing a devil
i got a medal for several defeated behemoths
seeking the head of demons
i’ma k!ll them all like metallica’s cd
god is sendin’ me camoed to enemy camp
with a can of frank and a canon, taking dependency back
and i cannot give in or give it up
i can never depict enough
finna get them, make k!lling
me k!ller, call it my k!ller bee tonic
go to my coffin again
abolish sin, i got to want to win
i got to pummel living impediment
cumber that be coming in many different embodiments
seeking to body my belief in the one who begot a way
keep on looking to block and bait
teek and talking debauchery, wickedness and depravity
but god, he be letting me give ’em h~ll on beats
sending my demons h~lla beat tucking
tell them i coming up
in a militant armor truck
and i cannot break it or get out

[spoken outro: marquese saenz]
you know, ’cause i’m in a moving vehicle
i feel like if i just, like, jumped out it’d hurt
a lot

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