He Comes (feat. Ghostface Killah)

A few short words, and what do you know? Oh, what do you know? He comes Down, like water, fresh out the clouds clown Ground you like terrible weather Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon Most rappers is real hard but still hardly rhyming To all (rise and shine) give God the glory I already give a percent of mine to Bert & Cory And still got bills and employees to pay So excuse me Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my days My ways of control is hard to swallow Known to lead, but some would rather see me follow behind Sorry to dis-appoint, but dis joint's mine 'Splay your indie but say no More or I'll blind you like Spit did to Ramo (Through the dirt) and edit the clip and lost Kano My mens wear problems like Timbs See it all in they face, ask Mase, he got wars to win Scores to settle, crews to crush You rush right in to see him do it with a smile It's Long Isle y'all (Long Island) Longevity sustaining my celebrity status From AM to PM, you see him on file y'all I was told to step righteous, so when it's done Everyone will say I stepped right And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop Shining his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the light A few short words, and what do you know? Oh, what do you know? He comes Ayo I'm up against these walls here, my back stiff straight up Dazzling and razzling broads like I'm little Juan Magic Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop Top drama every time these commas don't drop Pop spots like lint on your shirt, the net worth To shoot the rock homey in many courts of ball Four couldn't do it, so we bring all six I circumcise the track, you just a dick, overlapped and hooded Skin repeated like Stuttering John I repeat like yesterday, it don't stop George of this poor life pop, put the Scarlet In a place she believes, much better than your lies She say she lookin' better in my eyes, bullshit! Same crock she done ran to duck, cramming to fuck I put the pudding on her like Bill Cosby I tried to speak my piece in court, but Judge Mills paused me Bifocusedly die hopeless, sometimes Yo cry your poker face, you oughta try it one time When God is an iPod, you stand to download Demanded like slaves on trial (we want free!) Man cock aim ready, it's time you MC So you rappers bust BB guns, graffiti runs Through my veins since cable with the wired remote Woodgraining like you wired his float C'mon, Pretty Toney and De La Soul We was rhyming through the frozen street since eight years old Take us back to '88, you couldn't catch our flow A group of kids so original, you heard? C'mon, Pretty Toney and De La Soul We was rhyming through the frozen street since eight years old Take us back to '88, you couldn't catch our flow A group of kids so original Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad manners who got 'em We kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his wack dancers Biting is forbidden, pah, pay that tax And don't you ever look at us funny Boy, we'll bring rap back And that'll hurt you like Superman chased by a group of men With dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in Floor you like Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn Hula-hoop all bitches crew full with brand-new Keds Cutmaster kill 'em, make sure we cut classics Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PA And just lay whooptay whooptay? Use the ruse, sport beads, and snatch a dude's toupee Since tuning into T-La Rock and AJ Ghostface gats is fresh squeezed like a glass of OJ Girls, you can go cruising in my OJ A few short words, and what do you know? Oh, what do you know? He comes