WAR WITH GOD

Your 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'mma take the subtle approach first, 'cause I'm just gettin started. Let's go. Look, I'm the best and there's nothin' that you can do about it, Never needed a publicity stunt, let's tell the truth about it. Even in the core of the streets, you can't sway the youth about it, But keep runnin' your mouth and I swear I'mma 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, nothing you did makes you better nigga, You claim the streets, but the streets respect that chedda nigga. Luda got twice as much, your life you can charge in to him, I fit four of your houses inside my daughter's room, And still have room for young Karma to play, Give it back to the children of tomorrow for good karma today. So you can say what you wanna say or you can talk that talk. But real niggas ain't doin' no talkin' 'cause we walk that walk. Album for album you can see I got a multi-million plan, So call yourself whatever you want except the multi-million man nigga. Lucifer, oh Lucifer (whatever you want except the multi-million man), God of evil, you're the god of hate (call yourself whatever you want except the multi-million man nigga). Lucifer (call yourself whatever you want except the multi-million man nigga), oh Lucifer, The darkness is waiting by your side (how many, man). How many times is you gon' rap about bustin' your gun, How many times is you gon' trap without bustin' your gun. Only shots you ever took were subliminal to the general, Disrespectin' those doin' real time with real criminals. And I ain't never 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 your 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 nigga, I'm havin' a house party kid, come get played nigga. You got played, my record label never jerked me, So shoot me, stab me, but words'll never hurt me. I feed off your energy, my power's with god, So it's even better if you make your DJs 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 (the DJs record real hard), The darkness is waiting by your side. See even without the bass and all that treble I'm as hot as the devil, But I work for the top floor homey, get on my level. I've been stripped away from powers 'cause I gave you my blessing, So it don't take more than majority vote to win this election. Man, mixtapes or not,my resume is too hot, I warned them that I was comin', I got that number one spot. So unless you using tampons, quit acting stuck up, And do like your records say or shut the fuck up. Like your records say or shut the fuck up. Do like your records say or shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up. Psst psst psst shut the fuck up. Lucifer, oh Lucifer God of evil, you're the god of hate Lucifer, Lucifer, The darkness is waiting by your side.