• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Godevil - Cataract
• Guttaville - Dro
• Godaphile - Azoic

Empower your servants, there will be anarchy All evil will rise and Gomorrah will be here
Burn the holy book, the book of tales and myths There is a new power to be risen on our
Planet Ashes will cover all false believes And hope will be the new destiny This will be
When we will have strength This will be when we will overcome Set free the legions
Dominating species For a new planet earth and a new world order I destroy your believes
No gods - no masters I destroy your symbols No gods - No masters No gods - No masters
No gods - No masters When our mind is free from (religious) imagination and beliefs this
World is going to be a better place. Humanity uses symbols to hold on to lies and to
Justify their unworthy unrighteous behavior. Terror is based on beliefs and false hope.
War is based on books about tales and myths. Freedom died when humanity started
Reading the holy books and started creating symbols to justify their insecurity about
Things they can't explain. We have to overcome this urge and accept that we can not

~Hook~
Guttaville, niggas pop pop, peaple get killed down in
Guttaville, hustle hard or broke steel down in
Guttaville, for a wait for society
Guttaville, I wish the Devil would try me
~Verse 1~
Im riding low white walls on the caddy steel
Im high as the rocks all the way to Lattyville
Not far from figures stop ask him how yah papi feel
Clean cut ? keep the head nappy still
Guttaville, yeah we broke out here
Peel the road like blunts when u smoked out there
Imagine takin the stunt some place where niggas left you
Then they tried to test you, you made them all respect you
See, that's exactley where my people come from
The grind, the audience the slash and beans come from
We done walked through the stormy weather sleeped with my gun
There's a lot of math i don't wanna teach to my son
The cop of rocks, the stove and the beaker be one
See the simple mind will always have to pay a hard price
Where im from it's cold, we keep the heater at night
Chained, the only one that had to live the hard knocked life, we from...
To the hook)
~Verse 2~
You can die on the corna come up off a quarter
Place an order, have over easy under some water
You can get whatever you need
40 ounces and weed, coca leaves cook in the kitchen, kids play in the streets
15 with heat belt buckles stuck on they knees
Could we direspect jumpin you niggas and bleed
Money, this and burnas, cars beef and the murdas
Tryin tah change for em juss say fuck em we dirty
Get jacked for your jersey
Get that ass shot for your rims
Shootin dice broad daylight up on kakies and timbs
At the club niggas 16 deep in the truck
Niggas talkin shit they aint strapped, stupid as fuck
Built to the 51 tray you would see wat i mean
You aint gotta be an actor to get cuffed on the scene
The roads'll spot him he here for the whole part of him
He don't care he only stopped
He will ran on your whole block We from...
(hook)
~Verse 3~
Either kill or be killed
You can fake or be real, turn into somebodys meal(chyea!)
My whole section is 8 steel
We live off of "Lets make deals with killers that take pills"
No marta we stay real eat off your meal
Fat but posted on your god for wantin meal
God, my hood's I'll save 'em
Workin hard 9 to 5 but wont pay 'em
The Lord treat my niggas like roaches they tryna spray 'em
The government be hallin tin folk, they OK 'em
Black to the future they tryna back to the day
The Devil never played for Oakland we still Raiders
Only God can save us

Debauchery in confession, such whorish desecration
Raping the saviors obsession with sadistic intention
When the angels come down with vengeance in their eyes
The trusted priests with teenage lust on their hands
Will hammer the nails of innocence into the cross of depravity
I am the aborted Antichrist
We will feel the flames and burn
I am the stillborn Jesus
And now it's your turn
Unholy desire will not saturate the festering sore of divine hate
Pedophile preacher will dominate, forcing children to masturbate
When the Bible's pages are used only to wipe the cum
From the child's mouth who you left crying and
Bleeding in the confession booth
That is when we shall rise