Blu, Nottz, Definite Mass, Cashus King, Aloe Blacc - God Shit lyrics

Yeah, God shit

Yo kid, you're gonna be large
I had a dream in Brooklyn
It was written in the stars
They chopped up beat bop and said it was ours
I'm too original
The vinyl should've never went digital
Yo, she killed me with an old Mayan ritual
The world was too big to swallow
So I spit at you the Hebrews were ridiculed
Jews reinvented Jews
The news played faces of death
That were never viewed
Uh, the truth hit's society
Hard as Muhammad Ali
My heart was in tune to Gandhi
I slept on Michelle Gondry
You niggas is playing bitch
Real niggas was real niggas
Both sides of the fence
Your gender is tender
You cried under your dreams
You pride yourself
Highly tucked in the asses of kings
My soil is rich

On this Earth blood has never fell
You wish to be royal
But just spoiled yourself
Your fascist is racist
You asking to play with God
How can taking lives equate to even odds?
Your numbers that fumbled you
May it humble you and your gunner dudes
That mirror in front of you shows
Eyes that never wanted you
Uh, all dumb and forgotten
Freedom all running without a reason
The blood in your eyes bleeding
The West-es confess, the war was never a war
The Indians slept, negroes were given swords
His crown was made of thorns
His crown was made of gold
My throne is the Earth and that
Heaven will be my robe
Your soul is never felt
A rain that's never fell
Nine planets, sun, moon, stars
Heaven and Hell if you listen closely
You will hear them calling for you, for you
For you, for you, for you
If you listen closely
You will hear them calling for you, for you
For you, for you, for you, for you

God shit, biatch
Welcome to Los Angeles nights
Where the darkest streets get lit
Up by the ambulance lights
Behold the ambiance
Beyond the arts of scandalous trife
Riding on handles bars that tighten
Plus enlighten dumb niggas
When I dump, triggers get pulled
I dismantled his life
You tryna see me in the booth
You stupid nigga? You die
You think you ever been the truth
You stupid nigga? You lie
The way the winter burning hot
You think this shit was July
I made the way for these new rap styles
These fag niggas wan' act out
Get smacked out your Chuck Ts when
The Mad Hat' with the gat, bloaw!
I'm the Joker, you Riddler, I'm Batman
You Nightwing
I'm lightning, you starstruck, my shit crack
You a pipe fiend
Where your clip be? My name all in
Your ho's mouth like my dick be
They know not who they test
Father forgive these

Fraud ass niggas, I'm worthy heinous
With the formats like Game of Thrones
So your king can die slow
Cause the light shown on the Dirty
Science Alliance and us three knights
And nine eyes on a lion
That's the arrow that's shooting out
The barrel of the iron
The baddest like it's no devil
The hardest like my heart is made
Of stone and my bones metal
My mind and my soul ghetto as fuck
I'm too coach i'm Kukoc with the three hoes
You Dwight Howard with the free throws
Never back down, that's a G-code, for the Gs
It's a G-O
It appears I'm a G-O-D amongst queers
Never fear though
Yo, stop acting like a weirdo
To fear Co$$ and hear Co$$ is
What God gave you ears for
You fraud, yo, obey the laws
Or we gon' flex these arms
Pick up arms and spray up all costs allah

If you listen closely
You will hear them calling for you, for you
For you, for you, for you, for you

God shit, check it
Yo, written on the tablets and stones
Engrave truth into the culture full
Of faggots and clones
Strike like military tactics
Reenacted with drones never seen it coming
Running like there's possibly a safer zone
Imhotep but in more depth, where foes slept
Entering their co-text, I built a cold rep
Eyes like fire, rise like Zya, soul supplier
Chef, stay cooking up dope raps
With the cast iron
When everything you do backfires
I'm buying back entire tracks
Sold yourself short when you desired racks
And gaudy jewels but fools must
Learn the rules first tools, gems
And wisdom I've consumed since birth
Planted seeds upon this Earth
So the crops richen
Told them other niggas to stop snitchin'
You ain't hurtin' this pimpin'
When penning the verse is infinite
Delivering the infamous

I'm locked to this music
Like consecutive life sentences
With a slight vengeance
Though I might be contingent
On what's going on inside your mind's prison
And devise, risen, exceeded the sky's limit
Felt the calling in the genes like
Fly denims when rhymes hit 'em
Moving the masses
Time travel through the verses
Then disperse us in your hood
From feeling a greater purpose
Indeed, I do a just-service
You front and center for the reckoning
You about to witness emergence of more
If you listen closely
You will hear them calling for you, for you
For you, for you, for you
If you listen closely
You will hear them calling for you, for you
For you, for you, for you, for you