Armageddon

[Verse 1:Lance Lucid]

Now my fates on the mic, it's time to get ready for war
Metal plates on my chest along with battle axes and swords
Quit poking my fucking cage, im not one to entice
Fuck it, i shoot flames from my hands like I am fire and ice
Now i burn the dollar bill, now i ain't searching for fame
You see me walking towards you, framed, Illuminati, Hussein
Feel the mother fucking wrath that im about to bestow
I hit your brain at light speed like the sound of a crow
Yeah the worlds in my grasp, domination's bound to happen
Sound the horns, grab the guns, because im sparking off the cannons
Everlasting my name you mother fuckers dropping like flies
Fuck sitting next to the king malice is my only design

[hook]

Get ready for war now this mother fucking battles my life
Get the guns get the bullets, it's the way that i write
Get ready for war, im not your mother fucking foe or your friend
Get the bows get the bullets, im bringing earth to its end

Get ready for war now this mother fucking battles my life
Get the swords get the shields its the way that i write
Get ready for war, im not your mother fucking foe or your friend
I bringing the Armageddon, bring this fucking earth to its end

[Verse 2: Lance Lucid]

Now i wouldn't ask for mercy, so fucking ask me to stop
I crucify the wicked by tying them on top of a rock
So run along with the flock, you belong in a motherfucking metropolis
Steady bouncing back on the cock, you'll never stop the Apocalypse
Now i can exterminate the way you live, but you can't hide
Your a roach on the wall that can't hide, im committing genocide
Death by a thousand knives, im always on my hustle and grind
Now every evil thought you felt starts connecting with mine
I wouldn't be talking shit because im just not one to provoke
Im the type of guy to sit back and watch you get strangled and choked
Being real is to the point where i just can't explain it
Gravitated, masturbated, hunting bitches down because im agitated
Im a martyr with a bullet, mortars killing founding fathers
Rhymes going farther, wrote it, quarters, nickles dimes and dollars
The way i spit doesn't even match to my flow
I murder mics and burn pages leaving your fucking ass in the road!

[Hook]

Get ready for war now this mother fucking battles my life
Get the guns get the bullets its the way that i write
Get ready for war, cause its just the fucking way that i live
Get the bows, get the bullets, im about to murder this bitch

Get ready for war because this mother fucking battles my life
Get the swords get the shields its the way that i write
Get ready for war, im not your mother fucking foe or your friend
I bring the Armageddon, to bring the fucking earth to it's end

Get ready for war now this mother fucking battles my life
Get the bows get the bullets it's the way that I write
Get ready for, im not your mother fucking foe or your friend
I bring the Armageddon to bring this fucking earth to its end