Can't Fool Me - Demigodz

«You can fool the last one but you can’t fool me»

«can't fool me» (x3)

«You can fool the last one but you can’t fool»

The simple fact it’s the G-O-Ds"

This is the hardest record all year, mark my words

From the dark I emerge power sparks the surge

Got juggernaut strength lift buildings with both hands

Crush a tank like a child stepping on coke cans

The gigantic beast must be out of my mind

Electrically charged I jump rope with live powerlines

On some real shit, body made of steel shit

Travel with more nines than «bring your 4th graders on a field trip»

You never heard a nigga that can spit it like Blac could

Fiend out niggas steaming crack in they back woods

Grew up in a black hood, rocking a black hood

Rhymed on a corner til my rap got good

I studied the art like you should

Rhyme for rhyme I abuse it, get used up

Please don’t confuse us

For happy niggas at the back of the bus

Get your green bags up and in Demigodz we trust

I’m sick and twisted like a juggalo with AIDS

Or a Stephen King page or a dying grandmother growing braids

I’m so driven I get road rage on stage

Thoughts, liquid crack, I move liters like motorcades

I’ve been on plenty tours dealing with these crazy whores

They need their head examined like the AVN awards

I’m '87 wars, pick apart you bastards

On a powertrip like Ahmadinejad on acid

Not with the fooling with hard spitting hooligan

When he’s out they like, «Aw shit it’s you again?»

They can’t stand me, I’m known to keep a slammy

The only thing you pack on your hip is a fanny

Doeraker pharmacist, paper become anonymous

Flow so psychotic bitch, lyrically we opposites

In other words y’all can’t tell me shit

You pay the same price that the deer caught up in the headlights did

You cannot attempt to meet at the mountain I’m on

I climb higher than the rapper you just smoked out to get on your song

Thinking you’re on, you’re more off than a circuit that’s blown

After a storm I’m that verbal hurricane then I’m gone

Don’t pretend that you matter you don’t

I’d rather speak the truth than leave you out for the choke

And besides you need some lessons my suggestion is nope

Don’t do it your intentions are mess and I see through it

IED under your SUV, escalate your Escalade

Fucking fag, I got a duffle bag full of 'nades

Add a clip, and some track, what I’m aiming at

Failed arithmetic but at marksmanship I’m a brainiac

Suffocate, twist, and arch your throat

Maybe you should dip because I mastered the art of choke

Start to provoke, talk loud or try to speak out

I’ll break your arm like Sean Combs did to Steve Stoute