Slade — Few Ways To Godly Terror

[Verse] Too close to the sun Niggas churn when I radiate with styles I’ve been working at these Rhymes To make your - nerves forget to transmit a sign that I’m improving with time Ascending levels and to which I’m inclined To align myself with the greatest of minds My mind - Is parallel to a shrine Every day in my mind I’ve got these slaves paying homage to the Gods of the Valleys inside of a tomb Haunted with shadows of ghouls They’ll scatter, splatter your brain matter In pools of maroon and chains that’ll - Get tighter the more you resist and imminent is your doom and fatter - The chance that you’ll see the light getting hella closer approaching Allah I’m crafting bombs with the blood of a star The terrorism has risen to astronomical levels; Thermometer cracking at the heat of my seven devils I’m gone Far beyond bearable temperature measurements And the evidence is the presence of melting bars Plus I’ve been mending scars Since these niggas thought that I fell hard Going from “suture” to “shoot ya” in a matter of bars I’ve been awarded the medal of shooting these stars My ammunition is provided by gods My ammunition is provided by gods This ammunition is provided by gods