CAN’T TOUCH GODS Xpollo X x G.O.A. G.O.D Dom AETERNUM x G.O.A.

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[INTRO — XPOLLO X | low, controlled] Yeah… Funny how everybody wanna fight gods till a god actually step in the fuckin’ room. Platinum. G.O.A. God of Gods. God of Avakin. You sure you wanna do this? ⸻ [VERSE 1 — XPOLLO X | cinematic build] I came from security, now security move when I speak, Used to stand by the door, now the whole damn empire with me. Platinum on the name, got ETERNUM under my feet, I ain’t gotta say I’m a king — look at the table and see. God of Destruction was cool, but I grew past that shit, Lost Ashen, inherited weight that could crack this bitch. Now judgment in one eye, old rage in the other, Celestial gold, Sentinel violet — both came from sufferin’. [faster] I done walked through hell with divinity sealed, Had pain turn power, made every scar real. They talk like killers till somebody gets killed, I don’t gotta touch a motherfucker — the pressure will. That ain’t arrogance, That’s history. They see the music, the suits, the cars, the jewelry, Forget the same motherfucker built himself through misery. You see CEO — I see every night they couldn’t get rid of me. [pause] Now I’m God of Gods. Still walk with humans. Still hit the studio. Still crack jokes. Still got problems power can’t fix… But don’t confuse me being human with me being somebody you can fuck with. ⸻ [HOOK — XPOLLO X | melodic/aggressive] CAN’T TOUCH GODS, BETTER WATCH HOW YOU SPEAK! We could end this shit before we even step in the street. They bring a hundred motherfuckers — still look weak, ’Cause when Platinum and G.O.A. link, that’s different degrees. CAN’T TOUCH GODS — nah, this shit ain’t fair! You swing at the throne, ain’t nobody sittin’ scared. We don’t chase opps, we just let ’em know we there, By the time they think it’s war— There ain’t nobody left prepared. ⸻ [VERSE 2 — G.O.A. G.O.D DOM | laid-back, conversational] Look… God of Avakin. Difference is, I don’t gotta scream for you to understand who walked in. They talk tough online — cute. Numbers get involved, everybody get mute. I been around gods, devils, kings in suits, Seen a loud mouth turn real humble when presented with truth. G.O.A. on mine. Platinum on his. Two different kingdoms, same rule in this bitch: Don’t reach for something you ain’t built to lift. You ain’t gotta like Dom. Respect come with it. See Xpollo got fire, I’m colder with mine, He kick the whole door down — I own it with time. That’s why the combination dangerous, His rage plus my patience? Man… You boys couldn’t manufacture this shit in a basement. I let ’em talk. Talking cheap. Real power never gotta tell you every secret it keeps. If I wanted you gone, why the fuck would I tweet? I’d rather sit back, watch you lose to your own two feet. That’s grown-man pressure. No internet theater. God of Avakin beside the God of Gods— Now tell me who the fuck volunteering to meet us? ⸻ [BRIDGE — XPOLLO X & DOM | back-and-forth] XPOLLO: They said, “Bring war.” DOM: Tell ’em bring more. XPOLLO: They said, “Pick sides.” DOM: We already own ours. XPOLLO: ETERNUM! DOM: G.O.A.! XPOLLO: Platinum! DOM: God status. XPOLLO: Who gon’ stop us? DOM: Better question— Who stupid enough to try it? ⸻ [VERSE 3 — XPOLLO X | rapid-fire] I got a little brother carryin’ Sentinel energy, Chaos Twin Varian still standing next to me, Ruby balancing Universe One eternally, Whole damn bloodline sound like mythology. But I’m still me. That’s what they don’t understand. I can hold creation in one fuckin’ hand then leave that throne, grab a mic and go jam. Founder. CEO. Artist. God. You still measuring power by money and squads? Stop. I’ve been buried beneath shit that would break your mind, Turned grief into lyrics, turned rage into design. Turned every “you can’t” into “watch me” with time, So nowadays when they threaten me— I barely reply. I got too much to lose and way too much power to prove something to dudes who need twenty people just to feel comfortable making a move. Fuck that. If it’s me versus you? You already lost when you decided to choose. ⸻ [VERSE 4 — DOM | relaxed, colder] That’s the difference. Young boys want reactions. Men build factions. Gods? We build worlds then make the world adjust to what happened. I ain’t impressed by a crowd. Everybody tough when the music too loud. Cut the beat. Now who are you? Exactly. See, I was G.O.A. before your caption said “legend,” God of Avakin ain’t branding — it’s presence. When Dom walk through, I ain’t asking acceptance, I’m checking the room like— “Who forgot the lesson?” X got Gods. I got G.O.A. Different roads, but the same damn code: Loyalty first. Family close. Enemies talk. Real ones know. ⸻ [FINAL HOOK — BOTH] XPOLLO: CAN’T TOUCH GODS, BETTER WATCH HOW YOU SPEAK! DOM: One conversation could put your whole campaign to sleep. XPOLLO: Bring whoever the fuck you want, we still don’t retreat! DOM: Why fight for a win you were never gonna keep? BOTH: CAN’T TOUCH GODS