God Lives Through

I always wanted to rhyme on this shit

Yeah

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I always wanted to sing that shit

Yo, when I come with the excitement like

A baby when they speak they first words

So compelling, when I speak can even burst nerves

Skyscraper rhymes, flying like the first bird

Penthouse view'll help you see the Earth curve

I scorch the street and you can search for burns

I think sick before I speak, my thoughts hurt the words

Here I come, I come to give you what you each deserve

Feed the street the shit that make 'em wanna eat the curb

Well, if you're looking for me, here I am, run

Because you can't erase me, accept how it come

You might as well embrace me, somehow I'm never done

Maybach Zeppelin, color metallic plum

And while I'm having fun, we gotta keep it bouncing

Unravel another bag of the money, keep counting

While I cover and unfold like a broken water fountain

Here I am like I appeared at the top of the mountain

Or here I am back from vacation, see, your boy is home

Paraded for the kid, respect is the cornerstone

Invade the streets so incredibly like I'm local, homes

Connect the hoods international like a global phone

It's so magical how I hold my own

Or with my brother Kamal, or when I hold the chrome

Merciless on my adversaries, I'm so alone

I'm in a place, it's a planetarium in a zone

Inciting riots in the spot, see how I get 'em

And got 'em wilding, see how I be smiling when I'm with 'em

Then I remind 'em, see I'm right behind 'em when I hit 'em

That's when I finally kill 'em

Got them bottles and ice buckets, you know we gotta chill 'em

Touching the soul of the streets, see, that's how we got up in 'em

Then I'm back to my city to properly put 'em on

To make an everlasting impression, my people, sing along now

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La-la-la (Smooth it out, y'all)

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There's a million emcees that claim they want some

But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb

Peace to Sharezab, yeah, you know how we go

My best friend Steven at the Home Depot

Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside

Walk past emcees like that girl did the Pharcyde

I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the emcee with the know-how

Act like you know, not now but right now

Beast of the East, on emcees I have a feast

I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice

Straight out Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens

But you can find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between

Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good

If Malik don't look good, the Quest won't look good

If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good

But since our sounds are universal, New York won't look good

Picture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it

Put down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit

Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?

You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you

Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton

And I'll dissect you like a fraction

Oh, you wanna be tough cat emcees? I'll pop you like a zit

You wanna be the champ? You're more like chief some shit

Big up myself every time when it comes to this

Emcees be running scared as if they watching The Exorcist

I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead

My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breastfed

You know the steelo when the diggy-dog is on the scene

I dedicate this to all the emcees outta Queens

That goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C

Akinyele, Nasty Nas, and the Extra P

We be the tribe straight up and down, man, there ain't no other

'Nough respect to all my peeps that made the album cover

Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I get the party jumping

Get on the mic and break 'em off a little, little something

Yo, Tip, don't worry none, you know I gets the party jumping

Get on the mic, my man, and break 'em off a little something

Ooh, la-la-la-la

Shoo-doo-doo-doo

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Shoo-doo-doo-doo

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Shoo-doo-doo-doo

You know I'm on the other for the top forty, haha

We gotta do it like this

We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit

So recognize me, kids memorize me

Every day, I be scrounging, really I be lounging

I play the down low, very, very incognito

Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme

Sometimes I rhyme in riddles plus I make the honeys wiggle

Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager

The skills on the hill overlooking dollar bills

Man, you're crazy, thinking you can phase me

The Ab' doesn't study mere nonsense, money

Life seems to need me, emcees seem too cheesy

With they doody-ass renditions of defeating competition

I rock to the roll, man, yes, I'm a soul man

Bet your bottom dollar Vinnie-O will make you holler

As you stand at attention, did I forget to mention?

Emcees will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny

Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant

Just mentioning the fact that the area is phat

I dwell in the under, so honey, it's no wonder

That I'll get plenty of tail, why, I even get white

I'm a bank hitting head crack, there, money, take that

Breaking niggas off, cut the bank then I'm off

While my Nikes match my Lo hat, beat joint is mad phat

Got the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox

For TME's creator, the poetry relator

Is pimp like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss

La-la-la

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La-la-la (Smooth it out, y'all)

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Queens got a

Brooklyn got a

Bronx got a

Staten Island got a

Long Island got the zone

Jersey got a

Philly got a

Milwaukee got a

L.A. got a

Whole town got the zone

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See, I like to get down, jack