All Praises Due

"Ready nig?" "Yeah" (Mastamind) Let me put you up on this, like I roll this I'm more than just a microphonist Let me the fuck alone trick Get your mail on with out me, I'll get mine no doubt And do the pussy all night freak, is this the game about We own shit, and they done let me in to make mill From coast to coast to rock the bill, do this shake the hills Set up shop on ya block here I come Make the business move smooth with the hum Young nation leader, lead a pack a killas to enter We sinners, we finna eat yo ass for dinner (Mastamind's Chorus)(4x) And all praises due to Gothom I keep goin till the sun rise Son of a gun Blaz4Me (Esham) Let me tell you a famous story about a nigga You never heard about Nigga disrespect and get your mouth blew out Straight flew out the coop, check the scoop Young boy on the microphone, yes incorporated B-boy flowin nigga, check my file Nigga got more rhymes than hairdressers got hairstyles Old school, new school, legend in my own time In fear of a black planet still on my mind So why you diss a nigga for a outfit I'm tryin' not to be a toilet in the world a shit (Esham's Chorus)(4x) And all praises due to Gothom I keep goin till the midnight Son of a gun, Blaz4Me (TNT) Keep my name out yo mouth, before my dick be in it Didn't I tell you motherfuckers? I was in it to win it Still cold as dry ice make these niggas think twice Droppin bombs on ya ass make you scream for your life Let's get acquainted, let me kick the game for ya Bang it, point blank, frame it in the picture fame for ya Shit we do is real, fuck hoes pack steel We all about our money rap on tracks for mills And if you niggas wanna test us You lucky charm ass niggas fan out slugs, magically delicious (TNT's Chorus)(4x) And all praises due to Gothom I keep goin like all day Son of a gun, Blaz4Me Yeah, blasphemy, would you blast for me? Cause I would blast for me, you know what I mean? Don't be