Few Ways To Godly Terror Slade

[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