J. Gamble - Bars From The God

Ayo, the flow is malaria
Cold as Siberia
J know the bars like hoes in Elyria
Bombs over Baghdad
Drones over Syria
Courtesy of tax payers
Only in America
The more weed the merrier
Don't approach me
Low key I'll bury ya
I got a theory but it'll leave a hole in ya head
Bigger than the hole Smokey would tear in ya
Run it back like a terrier
We came a long way from rapping in the cafeteria
Now we here and track is bacteria
We don't care if ya got the clap
If she clap, might marry ya
So what's scarier?
Me with a gun
Or the government in Nigeria
The Virgin Mary or Bloody Mary hysteria
Popping ya cherry while staring into the mirror at ya
Who else can spit a bar surgically
On beat
Never off beat
Or gimme heart surgery
Bars from the God
I'm hoping that you interpret these
Scars when I'm gone
And maybe then you can learn from me
Yeah!
I'm abusing the mic verbally with hyperbole
This guy's verses be timed perfectly
I'm certainly not the best example of diversity
But I got bars
Made of steel like I'm Hercules
It just occurred to me
I'm firing on all cylinders like a mercury
Fuck COVID
I been ill enough since my first release
Universally
Bout to start a buzz like a worker bee
I'm always high on flower from burning trees
I got kine that's sour, and purp that's sweet
I get my firepower from a higher power
Sunday morning up in church with weed

Written by:
Justin Gamble

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