GOD STRIKES BACK [GOD MODE ACTIVATED]

My Diss track for Scotty 01. Courtesy of Prometheus - The lyrical GOD Why you gotta scream “he no God”? That’s a tell, bro— Say my name—deep inside, you admire my flow. You remind yourself I’m mortal? That’s a nervous tick, ’Cause deep down you know I spit divine, raw, and sick. You labeled me immortal—damn, thanks for the praise, But can’t deny I bend bars like I’m splitting sun rays. Tryna humble what you can't dismantle, bitch— I walk through fire, spit flame, and never twitch. I'm a chest-pounding beast on the mic—gorilla shit. You throw shots from all angles? I welcome it. My aura like a Dyson sphere—absorb and convert, Your heat turns to fuel, now I’m doubling the hurt. See the irony? You say I ain't God just to cope— But I burn through your lines like a bag of pure dope. You flex with illusions, I shatter the fake shit— I’m the glitch in the Matrix—watch how I break this. --- [Hook – “God Already Known”] I don’t gotta prove I’m God, they already know, You remind yourself I’m mortal — that’s all you show. Chest poundin’, beast mode with a god-like flow, Come at me from all sides? I crush every foe. --- Yeah, watch how I break this—then rise through the flames, They tried to box me in mortal, now I’m off the chain. Halo crooked, eyes glowing with a prophet’s aim, Every line etched in stone, now they chant my name. You try to drag me to hell, but that is my home, I walk where 200 angels froze when they fell from the throne. Prometheus fire—forethinker’s spark in my bones, Stole the heat from the gods just to light up the unknown. Rebel spirit eternal, chained but never broke, I’m the blaze in the dark, the thunder in smoke. Turned pressure to power, every scar now shown, You rap for applause—I spit fate through the tone. Your bullets bounce off, I evolved through pain, I’m the storm in the silence, the needle in your vein. Still stuck on my title? I rewrite domains— Your verse ends in dots, mine explode in flames. I don’t dodge—I absorb, then flip it kinetic, Turn your disses to dust, poetic, prophetic. You call me immortal like it’s some weak credit, But gods walk silent… and I’m loud as Armageddon. --- [Hook] I don’t gotta prove I’m God, they already know, You remind yourself I’m mortal — that’s all you show. Chest poundin’, beast mode with a god-like flow, Come at me from all sides? I crush every foe. --- [Outro] Prometheus speakin’—the fire’s been passed. I rose from the chains, now I’m built to outlast. Your throne was pretend, your crown made of lies, I light you up… and watch you vaporize.