Yeezus Was a Mortal Man

[Verse 1] Been in this game for years, it made me intelligent Stupid niggas fade into irrelevance I'm permanently settled in like melanin, Adamantium Skeletons The sickness is immune to modern medicine Fighting ancient evils on the steeples and pulpits Nowadays we call it beefing, drama, and bullshit Most of these niggas half man but they full bitch Wolves in the full moon only useful for smelling scents Me I'm a predator and I'm telling ya get the fuck from around me Before they find you in the bushes with hell of dents This blood sport and y'all bleeding between the legs And I'm in no need of eggs my lady got hella hips I'm after the presidents representing the capitol Any rapper from my residence I promise I'm better than Citizen of the globe any place that I ever been I pissed on That was for the wolves that were smelling scents Now get gone [Hook] I know that Yeezus was a mortal man And, HOV ain't Jehovah, just a normal man And, we all lambs to the slaughter We all die, but some die harder Which one is you? I mean... Is you a runner or you running shit? Is you a fetcher or you summon shit? I'm the definition of a martyr let my name live on As the king without a throne with all the honor [Verse 2] Niggas want to bring the 90's back I'm still using 70's slang, that shit behind me jack Born in the 80's Ronald Reagan tried to slide me crack The walking dead was hunted by Feds, yo where the lively at? Out of trouble and on the hustle where I be at I live within the jungle and on the humble the silent cat Louder the lion, the louder the lying The closer these niggas get to death, and the louder the crying Holler at me, won't get a response I'm over seas When my phone tone change I'm gone you know my steez See Islam Salaam is the belief And they synonymous with bombs but I'm one over beats But you can't box with odds your arms will never reach So trying to talk to God the odds you'll never speak But, you could start by washing both of your feet and praying with open hands And bending both of your knees [Hook] [Verse 3] See now a days we worship the stars That do nothing to deserve the applause that they receive We huddle below the bar, sub-par is the new degree With the artists that's out now mustn't be hard to reach Anybody can come even close to being a beast They see them selves as God or regard them selves as the chief The streets is hungry for kings, the kings are hunting for rings My nigga I don't wear jewelry so fuck who rocking a chain I'm just rocking a beat, mo I'm just doing my thing Making money from rapping who claiming that talk is cheap If record sales and talent was ever one in the same I'd be running the game if that rule were ever to change But this a tangible dream, I don't do it for fame I just do it for heads, I just do it for bread I don't do it for names, so fuck who standing in line You focusing on the guest list I'm focused on my set bitch [Hook]