God Lives Through

I always wanted to rhyme on this shit
Yeah
La-la-la
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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

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

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