God Shit

[Intro] [Verse 1: Blu] Yea 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 We're 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 The truth hits society hard as Muhammad Ali My heart was in tune to Ghandi I slept on Michel 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 in you're gonna use 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, 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 [Hook: Aloe Blacc] [Verse2: Co$$] God Shit Biatch Welcome to Los Angeles nights Where the darkest streets get lit up by the ambulance lights Behold the ambiance, beyond the arts of scandalous trif(ling) Riding on handles bars that tighten plus enlightening dumb niggas When i dump, triggas get pulled, i dismantled his life You try and see me in the booth, well stupid nigga you die You think you've ever been the truth, well stupid nigga you lie The way the winter burning hot you think this shit was July I made the way for these new rap styles, these fag niggas wanna act out Get smacked out, your Chuck-T's, When the Mad Hat with the gat BLAOW! I'm The Joker, You Riddler, I'm Batman, You Nightwing, I'm Lightning You starstruck, my shit crack, you a pipe fiend, where your clip be? My name all in your hoes mouth like my dick be They know not who they test Father forgive these, fraud ass niggas On word they heinous, With the (?) like Game of Thrones So your king can die slow Cause the light shown on the Dirty Science alliance, and us three knights And nine eyes on a lion, that's the arrow, that's shooting out the barrel Of the iron The baddest like it's no devil, the hardest like my heart is made of stone and my bones metal My mind and my soul, ghetto as fuck I'm too clutch, I'm Kukoc with the three's ho You Dwight Howard with the free throws Never back down that's a "G" code, for the G's its a G-O It appears i'm a G-O-D, amongst queers, never fear tho Yo, stop acting like a weirdo To fear Co$$ and to 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 punks [Hook: Aloe Blacc] [Verse3: Definite Mass] 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 is 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 guarded 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 snitching, you ain't hurting this pimpin With 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 whats 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 masts, time travel through the verses Then disperse us in your hood from feeling a greater purpose indeed I do it just-service You front and center for the reckoning You about to witness emergence or more [Hook: Aloe Blacc]