[Intro: Mr. Lif]

Hmm

One time

One time

[Verse 1: Mr. Lif]

When I rang your bell you thought it was Avon

Sight kid is Operation Rayon, stay calm

You always wanted to be in the spotlight

Now the whole world's got the battle fight via satellite

Grab your mic for some close caption rapping, don't think it can't happen

Direct mic to face slapping

Slap him, in the Boston crab, now they lost their gab

Handing you more L's than your niggas do

I'll figure you out, then mould you like [?] when I harm you

My thing swamp you impromptu

Hit the Mosque like my man Salaam do

There ain't no excuse, kid? I was [?] too

As my mom do, you ain't no kung fu

I stomp like shoe, kick more shit than doo-doo

Who do you think you are? Nigga, you can't be raw

Do you know who we arе? God's angry

Now attacking all central nervous systems of your familiеs

[Verse 2: Akrobatic]

Yo, every MC wan't flex, but most drop the wack context

My style, like the God, is Complex

Opposite to yours, like concave to convex

Most niggas focus on Glocks or on TECs

Or maybe on sex, how deep's your intellect

Huh? Shallow like the kiddie pool

'Cause all you niggas care about is which city rule

But my steez transcends geography

I work too hard to be labelled by my position on the globe

Akrobatik style will crush your lymph nodes

I question why most rappers are in nymph mode or pimp mode

Will your ego or the Earth first explode?

The world is full of players, but what's the game?

Is it pursuit of respect or pursuit of fame?

That car that you drive ain't really bringing status

It only brings the hole with the backside that's fattest

I guess it all depends on how you look at it

But I'm angry because I'm constantly surrounded by this crooked shit

Angry, not because I think I'm the man

I'm just angry at the matters at hand, yo, understand

[Verse 3: Trevor Karma Gendron]

It's Complex, God's chosen one's ventin' anger, son

(How they getting done?) Ripped out with a hanger, son

Abort that shit, counterfeit, we don't support it

Contorted, back in the lab, your shit's distorted

Reported, crabs in our zone get deported

For sure, kid, sippin' green bottles that's imported

It's morbid, I stay in my rest to train my brain

To rise above the wax, same time, maintain on a plane

Most cats consider abnormal Immortal

Mind shifts and drifts through a portal

Fix 'em it, poisonous gases when they bleed

It be karma, the snake charmer son take heed

True indeed, God, what you see, God?

What you be, God? What is is

True indeed, God, what you see, God?

What you be, God? What is is

[Verse 4: Esoteric]

God's Angry Men, shame it's the god awfuls come to hang ten

Duck MCs un-reluctantly from your brainstem

Established the fact you get smacked in my habitat

My raps attackin' visionaries like a cataract

I decompose opponents like a cobra to a rodent

Raising my power like an exponent

Can you handle the dismantler

Channeling stamina through a 12-inch diameter

Or radius? I'm one of God's angriest

Flippin', I take a shank to your pancreas

My mind's combat reacts like a wombat

Don't keep a real kid to fake ill like hypochondriacs

I annihilate those who violate

Lyrically, I'm android, your mind state's primate

We putting fear in heart like a tub of sodium

When God's Angry Men step to the podium