Ain’t None Left

Godfather Don

[Verse 1]
The darkness surrounds and pounds at my cerebral
Because of evil thoughts that caught some of your people
See you don't see beyond the flesh and yet you test
The very Don, master Don to bomb you
Requestin' your verdict remains murdered, the wording
Simple thoughts gore pores from sports awards that you deserted
Born a slayer, check Isaiah 5-5
As I strive for joy, niggas deploy lies and craters
The faders sculpt the sound, the jams are full carnage
Except existence caps the names that I tarnish
I garnish tourniquets at the burning [?]
Prism to cataclysm I give 'em, destroys your organisms
Like Heliogabalus, my car plus a sadist
You see me scold the heinous, and really do you make it through the wastelands?
Where bands and titans meet to battle
I rattle your cage, enslave you beef like cattle
You worship me and my mic plus the site, that's focus
Me and my crew swarms enorm like locusts
Terror medical plus edible lyrics, I spit it, get it
The mortician's wicked, the matter's grave so dig it

[Chorus: Sample]
I got a Tec for those that wanna step
Niggas coppin' pleads but there ain't none left
'Cause since you're playin' me close, you're gettin' checked
Niggas searchin' for skills but there ain't none left
I got a Tec for those that wanna step
Niggas coppin' pleads but there ain't none left
'Cause since you're playin' me close, you're gettin' checked
Niggas searchin' for skills but there ain't none left

[Verse 2]
Hit it like off the wall, a million plus more dead
I tore heads from bodies and warn kids with shotties in all form
I transcend the nature of the beast
And still feast upon your altar towards the East
A greased mechanic and mechanisms, an apparatus
The baddest, if you kill, I even steal the status
Pervert it, ill bizarre, this art for your body
Your guts hit the floor and your sight becomes foggy
Expect death without mercy, I'll be in Jersey
To sniff fumes and effect tombs, I get dirty
You can't hurt me, jerk me or outlast the outcast
That has everything, man, like Jimmy Castor
Pass the peace pipe, as each mic is likely deaded
Pain's embedded, straight to hell's where you headed
Precise movement, my tune hits to the abyss
Where all this could be crushed to dust if my palm fists
The rawness is gorgeous, so [?]
Anti-satanic verses that curses the morbid
The damnation, eternal, my lyrics burn through
My XAP 3-6 but this don't concern you

[Chorus: Sample]
I got a Tec for those that wanna step
Niggas coppin' pleads but there ain't none left
'Cause since you're playin' me close, you're gettin' checked
Niggas searchin' for skills but there ain't none left
I got a Tec for those that wanna step
Niggas coppin' pleads but there ain't none left
'Cause since you're playin' me close, you're gettin' checked
Niggas searchin' for skills but there ain't none left

[Verse 3]
The necromancer lets your ass feel the flame
Your worst fear brings tears, for here's what you gain
The agony of this hard art, the power of God compels you
And tells you, Richard Hell's rule
Now techniques of mind that blind like alabaster
I'll destroy your whole empire and reign a master
Brutal, aggressive crews, depressive moods
Run through me, so Uzi's like my loose sleeves
Now who's she? With the set-up
You get up to get dicked down, I split crowns and emit mounts
Deceive it, have peaceful [?] for your crescents
Feel the presence within seconds of MAC-11's
Select forth, I spray naught of hell
So tell your peeps that they better stay in they caves like Sleestaks

[Chorus: Sample]
I got a Tec for those that wanna step
Niggas coppin' pleads but there ain't none left
'Cause since you're playin' me close, you're gettin' checked
Niggas searchin' for skills but there ain't none left
I got a Tec for those that wanna step
Niggas coppin' pleads but there ain't none left
'Cause since you're playin' me close, you're gettin' checked
Niggas searchin' for skills but there ain't none left
I got a Tec for those that wanna step
Niggas coppin' pleads but there ain't none left
'Cause since you're playin' me close, you're gettin' checked
Niggas searchin' for skills but there ain't none left
I got a Tec for those that wanna step
Niggas coppin' pleads but there ain't none left
'Cause since you're playin' me close, you're gettin' checked
Niggas searchin' for skills but there ain't none left

Curiosidades sobre a música Ain’t None Left de Godfather Don

Em quais álbuns a música “Ain’t None Left” foi lançada por Godfather Don?
Godfather Don lançou a música nos álbums “The Demented Funk Freaker” e “The Ill Funk Freaker EP” em 2008.

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