Godbody (Pt. 2) (Pt. 2)

Текст песни Joey Purp, RZA - Godbody (Pt. 2) (Pt. 2)

A billion data
Bitcoins and microchips
Intel Pentium, silicon and biochips
Sitting on Oprah's sofa
My drink is on a solid gold coaster
Cigars with DeCaprio
A Rock-N-Roll'er, you still rock the Casio
Ace of Spade, popped on the patio
Aston Martin, powder, Blue and Pistachio

I know that they are not who they pretend to be
Ain't no more convincing me
Money turn your kin into your enemy
Streets will turn your mans into your memory
I keep it a century
I got a lot of people tryna drain me of this energy

Broski had them ten a key
We got chickens two a piece
They gon have to murder me
They don't want no niggas free
I know this was made for them
I know this was said for me
I'm just trynna tape back every single thing that's meant for me

I don't owe nobody nothing
Everything come straight from me
Young nigga go get your bread
Only thing that's bred in me
Some my niggas still alive
They already dead to me

Ah, yung
I fear no evil
Don't spit the serpent for He deceitful
I fear no demons
I buy the chains just to free my people
I dream of Porsches and families that don't know divorces
Wake up to warring and niggas dying and buying Jordans

It's been a minute
I been official
I been efficient
I been in corners
I been that nigga
I been in this shit
I been at war and
I been relieved and
I been addicted
I been recording
They pay me good, cause I paid attention

Uh, Young Purple
Told y'all we back at it

Y'all hands ain't fast enough to touch me
You motherfuckers tryna box with God
You motherfuckers tryna throw rocks at the sun
I am the one and only (Purple!)
I am the true and living
You can't catch what you can't touch
You can't touch what you can't see
God body!

Yeah
First they gon' love you
Then they gon' hate you
It comes in stages
He lost his case and since his lawyer Jewish, the judge was racist
I speak the truest
They misconstrue it
We incongruent
I need a moment
I need atonement
It's more than music

I doused the fire with water
I'm holy water to it
These boys so late to this party, it's like they're early to it
This feel like whispers in the pews when the pastor preaching
If they break me I'm crack and I crumble into Jesus pieces
I'm in the building
I'm on the building
I own the building
At sixteen six tens feel like a hundred million
I'm smoking ke-