Lord Lhus - “The Wreckoning“

Buy the new self titled album here: iTunes: Spotify: Google Play: BANDCAMP: SUBSCRIBE & click the BELL button to stay updated! Music video for “The Wreckoning“ from the upcoming Lord Lhus Self Titled solo album dropping this winter! BUY HQ SONG HERE: Follow on social media: Instagram: @lhus Video shot, edited and directed by @hyperlatino for SWANN FILMS at Tabacalara in Madrid, Spain. Produced by Delivery Room. Mixing, Co-production & Keyboards by Ryan “Eternel“ Sansbury of Music Mind. Mastered by Brandon “Unkn?wn“ Daniels of Music Mind. LYRICS BELOW... VERSE 1: I’m a man tank, don’t give a fuck about what ya man think/ They ran straight scared for they life hiding like Anne Frank/ Hands scrap the most rugged mics/ I’m thuggish for life holding a butcher knife over ya head with a price/ I dare you to fight, I’m holding on to miserable spite/ Holding a grudge for life deliberately push you over the side/ Don’t ask why, maybe I’m just sick as it gets/ In the thickest of shit itch to stuff my dick in ya bitch/ So which.. one of you want it, I’ll swing on who ever’s calling/ The chosen one of the fallen, a demon that’s never stalling/ We can get it on right now, for honor and truth/ My steel sword stays wet with the blood of the booth/ Who knew, I never stand down ready to fight/ Live in the underground now and for the rest of my life/ I might, show up above just to fill you with slug/ My sight, stay on my enemy’s I’m empty of love CHORUS: I HATE! when coward rappers try to hate on my craft so I TAKE! Away they comfort when they crossing my path cause THEY FAKE! And when the time comes I’m beating they ass so I WAIT! Until the moment I approach with a mask then I BREAK! Bones in ya fucking face now feel it at last when I MAKE! You all remember what you did in the past it’s TOO LATE!! But not forgotten when I hit you with gas in THE FACE! Then flick my ash and have you burn at the stake I HATE! VERSE 2: I annihilate, they can try to hate but then I suffocate/ Wrapping a bag around ya face taking ya breath away/ Better stay from outta my visual or I’m hittin you/ Sending you to the hospital clinical getting physical/ A Fucking problem, is what I represent, devilish/ Leaving no evidence in the investigators presents/ The specialist surrounded by impressionist tempts me/ To wreak the shit, I’m calling out you pessimist emcees/ -This is the reckoning stomp through on a elephant/ Developing conquest on rappers turning benevolent/ Seeking affection, let me point you in the right direction/ Straight off a cliff with a backflip making ground connection/ It’s a correction from your gods mistakes/ a earth wide disinfection with no objection to fate/ -It’s getting critical, rappers are parasitical/ Identical styles spitting a verse that’s unforgivable/