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Chorus: 

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 click passes by 
Motherfuckers think they qualify 
And for those niggaz want to try 
The G.O.D., the G.O.D. 

Verse One: 

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 freestyles bombs and phonographs 
and deliver, all things and other in 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, duck 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 lets defraud the host 

Chorus 

Verse Two: 

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 pains, from whips and chains 
Punishments that were set to wash the brain 
So look listen observe and also respect this jewel 
drawed up, di-tect and reflect this 
light I shine, that cause my power to be find 
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 niggaz can't feed they own seeds 

Chorus 2X

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