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PERFORMING ARTISTS
GZA
GZA
Vocals
Killah Priest
Killah Priest
Vocals
RZA
RZA
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Walter Reed
Walter Reed
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Producer
GZA
GZA
Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

When a motherfucker steps out his place And gets slapped in his motherfuckin face Just because the motherfucker tried to base, The G.O.D, The G.O.D And while I see his whole clique pass us by Motherfuckers think they qualify And for those niggas want to try The G.O.D., the G.O.D Yo, I'm not caught up in politics I'm no black activist on a so-called scholar's dick I come through with the Wu and drop math And versatile freestyle bombs and phonographs And deliver, all things in number and weight Searched to death, on how living things relate Cause at a young age, I was molded in a religion I relied on And got caught up in superstition Scared to split pole, ducked black cats Once in a while, threw salt over my back But with knowledge of self from off the shelf Made things seemed complicated now small like elves So turn off the lights, light a candle, and have a seance Pull the lid off the Dean Martin scandal Witches, warlocks, spooks and holy ghosts RZA let's defraud the hoax When a motherfucker steps out his place And gets slapped in his motherfuckin face Just because the motherfucker tried to base, The G.O.D, The G.O.D And while I see his whole clique pass us by Motherfuckers think they qualify And for those niggas want to try The G.O.D., the G.O.D We were on the same ship when the slaves were checked I had to pull your card, you was on the top deck So I plotted my escape, I saw the thin line between love and hate And fast from the hog on the plate I suffered brutal pain, from whips and chains Punishments that were set to wash the brain So look listen observe and also respect this jewel Drawed up, detect and reflect this Light I shine, because my powers is refined Through the truth, which manifest through eternal minds Purified gases and masses the same elements That helped spark civilization classes I see brothers quote math plus degrees Look at professor-ass niggas can't feed they own seeds When a motherfucker steps out his place And gets slapped in his motherfuckin face Just because the motherfucker tried to base, The G.O.D, The G.O.D And while I see his whole clique pass us by Motherfuckers think they qualify And for those niggas want to try The G.O.D., the G.O.D
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Gary E. Grice Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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