PackFM - Great God lyrics
[PackFM - Great God lyrics]
Gimme a beat I can freak to
A crowd I can speak to and one quick
Dumb chick who's nice with cerebral
You bootleggin' my shit
And you gonna leak to
Steppin' on your records and your rep
It proceeds you your weapons are lethal
You'll leave a nigga see through
And nobody can beat you, uh huh, I know
Me too you need more people
Cause we don't believe you
You need me to teach you the evils that we do
My flows is water, but I can only lead you
I can't make you drink
I can only make you think
Matter fact, take a seat
I'll break it down from A-Z
And walk away with everything
You don't believe? just wait and see
Ain't enough room for this year on my resume
I'm the future but I'm caught
Up in tomorrow's yesterday
Even though I'm technically a feather weight
My flows weigh heavy on your mind
The pressure make your brain levitate
Funny how y'all niggas quick to hesitate
But when the bomb detonate
The body count be too high to estimate
Then the Plague marchin in
Ain't nobody stoppin them
12 Monkeys, lots of Timbs
Stompin on your mochasins
You're fightin' for your oxygen
Breathe nigga breathe
Now you got until I count
To ten Leave nigga leave
I don't give a fuck if you gotta
Swing from the leaves of the trees
Grow some wings, float away with the breeze
I'm coming back to roost
Cause y'all had a nigga cooped up
Y'all let them chickens get
Your noodle souped up
According to your roster, you's an imposter
Faggot, skid marks
In the front of your boxers
Talkin 'bout what you chopped up
Before you got locked up
But, you're singin' an opera as
Soon as the cops come
But people are not dumb
You ought to get a job
Then you can rap about all
The water you mopped up
Who's the king of New York
To each his own, you can keep your throne
Every time I speak a poem
Leave you with your speakers blown
Every single thing you hear
Me say on records, we condone
And I leave your dome smoking
Like Cheech & Chong plague
A crowd I can speak to and one quick
Dumb chick who's nice with cerebral
You bootleggin' my shit
And you gonna leak to
Steppin' on your records and your rep
It proceeds you your weapons are lethal
You'll leave a nigga see through
And nobody can beat you, uh huh, I know
Me too you need more people
Cause we don't believe you
You need me to teach you the evils that we do
My flows is water, but I can only lead you
I can't make you drink
I can only make you think
Matter fact, take a seat
I'll break it down from A-Z
And walk away with everything
You don't believe? just wait and see
Ain't enough room for this year on my resume
I'm the future but I'm caught
Up in tomorrow's yesterday
Even though I'm technically a feather weight
My flows weigh heavy on your mind
The pressure make your brain levitate
Funny how y'all niggas quick to hesitate
But when the bomb detonate
The body count be too high to estimate
Then the Plague marchin in
Ain't nobody stoppin them
12 Monkeys, lots of Timbs
Stompin on your mochasins
You're fightin' for your oxygen
Breathe nigga breathe
Now you got until I count
To ten Leave nigga leave
I don't give a fuck if you gotta
Swing from the leaves of the trees
Grow some wings, float away with the breeze
I'm coming back to roost
Cause y'all had a nigga cooped up
Y'all let them chickens get
Your noodle souped up
According to your roster, you's an imposter
Faggot, skid marks
In the front of your boxers
Talkin 'bout what you chopped up
Before you got locked up
But, you're singin' an opera as
Soon as the cops come
But people are not dumb
You ought to get a job
Then you can rap about all
The water you mopped up
Who's the king of New York
To each his own, you can keep your throne
Every time I speak a poem
Leave you with your speakers blown
Every single thing you hear
Me say on records, we condone
And I leave your dome smoking
Like Cheech & Chong plague