PackFM - Great God lyrics

[Verse]: Gimme a beat I can freak to, a crowd I can speak to And one quick, dumb chick who's nice with cerebral You bootleggin' my sh**, and you gonna leak to Steppin' on your records and your rep, it proceeds you Your weapons are lethal, you'll leave a n***a see through And nobody can beat you, uh huh, I know, me too You need more people, cause we don't believe you You need me to teach you the evils that we do My flows is water, but I can only lead you I can't make you drink, I can only make you think Matter fact, take a seat, I'll break it down from A-Z And walk away with everything, you don't believe? just wait and see Ain't enough room for this year on my resume I'm the future but I'm caught up in tomorrow's yesterday Even though I'm technically a feather weight My flows weigh heavy on your mind, the pressure make your brain levitate Funny how y'all n***as quick to hesitate, but when the bomb detonate The body count be too high to estimate Then the Plague marchin in, ain't nobody stoppin them 12 Monkeys, lots of Timbs, stompin on your mochasins You're fightin' for your oxygen *Breathe n***a breathe* Now you got until I count to ten *Leave n***a leave* I don't give a f** if you gotta swing from the leaves of the trees Grow some wings, float away with the breeze I'm coming back to roost, cause y'all had a n***a cooped up Y'all let them chickens get your noodle souped up According to your roster, you's an imposter f*ggot, skid marks, in the front of your boxers Talkin 'bout what you chopped up, before you got locked up But you're singin' an opera as soon as the cops come But people are not dumb, you ought to get a job Then you can rap about all the water you mopped up *Who's the king of New York* To each his own, you can keep your throne Every time I speak a poem, leave you with your speakers blown Every single thing you hear me say on records, we condone And I leave your dome smoking like Cheech & Chong Plague