GODHANDUSA x FREDDIE DREDD Type Freestyle | SECOND COMING | MONDAY BARS 43A (PROD. CRWDXD)

MONDAY BARS 43A - Got a Freddie Dredd x GODHANDUSA type beat for this week. Yall voted for Freddie Dredd, but I kinda rapped more like GODHAND on these two beats. I'll have to practice more freddie dredd type rap and build presets if I do him again.

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VISUALS:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROssbvtE41U

LYRICS:

Hide ‘n I’ll find ya, run ‘n I’m huntin’, fight ‘n ya dyin’
Let me remind ya I’m the messiah, every second I’m comin’,
Every minute another scripture written, pictures with it
Every hour a tower Babel ridded, no battle you winnin’

Sickness stricken ‘n spreadin’ rid ya prison in ya heads
No question, he’s real, I’d free ya mind before I second guess
Flow rivers I bled, rearisen flesh, independently blessed
Enlighten livin’, write ‘n execute my mission ‘til I’m dead,
I don’t fuck with the false profits, to a fault I’m on it with no offerin’
Polytheism heathens I force belief, all others I’m offin’
I martyr still got it, apostles share my way in oxygen
I’ll be carryin’ for long, we farm on like zombie oxen

Man I’m fuckin’ nuts know what’s up, you don’t got the guts,
Ain’t no actin’, show what’s happenin’, stab him in abdomen
Tear to ribbons, up in those ribs, give ‘em, made my new bitch with
Yappin’ I’m at ya throat, adams apple, grabbin’, hungry adamant
The fruit forbidden, fuck it, I’m chewin’ any food in vision
I grew more wisdom than any given from a loose ‘n bitten
So now I’m livin’ infinite, used ‘n barren all twigs fruit bearin’
Spare none for marriage no prayers, that pair useless, perishin’

Saw ‘em talkin’ sayin’ shit, makin’ fables, fake shit,
Walk that talk in my field, you only Able if I Cane bitch
Ain’t raisin’, only razin’, it’s the name bitch,
Take ya grains, drunk first blood stains, stomp ‘til faceless

P- P- Put you in the ground, bury while I carry out
Formin’ orchards through torture, my embers start torchin’ now
I arose for the crown, wear it, thorns inherited, bound
I Tore in, left gore to be reborn, remembered through any shroud
Hear the sound? Trumpets, war drummin’- drummin’ gettin’ loud
Get runnin’- runnin, by mornin’ ya mama mournin’, you gon’ regret ya mouth
Met ya maker, I’m the Death angel, strangle left you- left you mangled
The age old sayin’ “you reap what you sow” don’t forget it now.