I be on the corner
I be on my grind
Verse 1:
When I travel through your city while you’re listening to Biggie
I’m a bigger fan of Fela Kuti
I could really give a fuck about Gucci, I’m nobody’s property
I’m a beast of no nation
I’m a beast by vocation
Lyrically I’ll empirically blot the memory out of any mc To Mc mi just well dangerous
Jesus mi just I tongue-arous
This is the manner in which I’ll teach a young spitter to spit at his target
This is the way of an artist
A purging, a catharsis
The emerging of a market
A genre all my own
I guess its because I’m the last, one of the last true M.c.'s
Every God say 'True indeed'
Every Queen say I reflect
Am I really resonating yet?
Demonstrating fresh
Stop hating bless
Bless, bless bless, blesssesss
Look how dem a criticize black people but never see what dem ah do yet bwoy
Yes yes, yes yesssss
Djezuz Djonez on the microphone, gonna merge until the words become flesh I tell you
Chorus:
I be on the corner
Walking on the water
Mary Maga-dota 3 quarters back to Oda (?)
I’ll be on my grind
Water into wine
I can heal the blind
Rhymes wicked every time
Djezuz Djonez the reason
The one who some believe in Rebuke the heathen
Cast a thousand demons off of Legion
The flow the mic the booth
The truth is still the truth
The head that fits the Crown
Can’t keep me down
Verse 2:
With a few for the many how you living 120 selling out for the pennies
I don’t like that
Every wrong, gotta right that
Poor but despite that Israelites take your life back
I have not been sent but unto the Lord’s sheep being murdered in the streets of ghetto
Every pop a Geppetto
Long nose Pinocchio stereotype I’ll burn
Lucifer your kingdom’s falling
Black man your life is calling
Maybe you can’t hear that
You can’t even hear your wife and babies bawling
Babylon — Let’s burn it down
RIGHTEOUS JUDGEMENT
Wickedness in high places like this gov’ment
Where the money hoes clothes
He don’t talk about those
He’s on some other shit
Let’s talk about flows
Let’s not
He already know he hot
Lyrically pop-locked to the heat of a hot beat dropped by a little bit of sun
Masada clear a way
For the things I say will play til the Kingdom come
Call it the gospel
YOU’RE UNDER GOD’S SPELL
Yes indeed we are all God sent so we all die
Just like a prince we fell
From the cradle to the prison its a pipeline
This is my position when I write rhymes
I think you need to listen to the right rhymes
Stop me? never nope not this lifetime
Verse 3:
I don’t have a lot of money
I ain’t got a lot of friends
Few foes, God knows I’m rich
But I get a lot of trouble from the service of the Devil for my radical rap
music
Rappers amuse me when
All of that amusing’s meant
To humiliate mock and facilitate how they assassinate consciousness
Let em get a better shot at this
(No one can stop you)
Guess I needed to repeat that ish
(No one can stop you)
I’m a leader of an old school, G
I’m a problem vocally
I produce God shake earth gave birth to the first conscious fresh m. c Shout out to the Jungle Brothers make another record please
Its hard out here for a G like me to learn anything from these m.c.s
No disrespect yoooop
Big up yourself rude
Dem pussy bout to get kuff again kuff again
I can do it if I want to Point to the crew who suit you
Stop your progresso
You can’t build. Campbells Canned good rap sales stack shelves
Gotta love a metaphor
Quite sure
I love what I met her for
Why not
My oct numero four (?octmetanettafor?)
I’m hot
Why you gotta sweat her for?
You’re not