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god mc - kidddalegend lyrics

i’m beginning to feel like a god mc/
g-o-d-k-i-dd, you already know what it means/
the l-e-g-e-n-d part of the name, it follows the scheme/
it is known as a hereditary trait, be prepared for your fate/
death in a full circ-mference, one of you lil n-ggas is the bait/
these lil’ “rap” mercenaries are here to silence the genre/
they not k!llin’ sh-t but theirselves, suicide bombers/
monogamy is an art of, not leaving the one you love/
you just gotta work a little harder/
slice-n-dice, but no pineapples, in fact i’m a lyrical barber/
shot-caller, naw i’m, eating every line in a bar, that’s bar-none/
holocaustic, i’m a make it cost you, a whole lot of pain with the pen/
in other words, it’s pentacostal/
kung fu fighting with foo fighters/
make room for the next likes of/
an imminent individual came to claim what’s rightfully his/
isis, osiris, broke down, make it all for the kids/
bringing the fight to these marks, i’ll make ’em skid/
streaks inside garments, except there are no pardons/
launch a ball across your dome, call that lacrosse, b-tch/
i’m off it, but i’m on it, a little bit of hardwork, you can own it/
never let anybody tell you that you can’t own it/
if they do say, “b-tch, don’t hate, emulate and clone me”/
that means follow up with the plan that can show thee/
and owning, pwning, slowly/ tearing apart instrumentals into the floor deep/
i just might say i’m 4 deep/ one man band man, word to swizz beatz/
they just don’t clone sheep, they tame sheep, they rake in beef/
but i was thinking about a cow when i said that part, see/
i’m a fickle, ignorant, arrogant, nice-guy, that likes tye-dye/
with a little bit of ice, i, serve these rappers with drinks in the night-time/
now, that’s what i call a bar/
like a retired captain that worked for the fed, that’s a fallen star/
i know you sick of all, these bars that i form straight from my jaw/
you might you wanna make a call to my mama, or papa/
and then retaliate by being verbal, tell ’em about their son who murders/
leave heads in trashcans, united postal service/
get your girlfriend to give me lip service, then make her ‘work it, work it’/
you haven’t ever heard, someone so nasty spit these words/
and still flourish effortlessly without a care in the world/
i was there when your girl, let a brotha put the baby batter in her hair/
a literate, misfit, ignorant of all the sh-t around him/
who can find a better time to deliver this?/
i jump head-first in the midst of independence/
swift justice, still vigilant with the diligence/
you gon’ need to call the coroner my n-gga, because i been k!llin’ it/
tip-toe or p-ssyfoot all the way to the finish/
i walk in silence, even if i got camel toes/
did you follow that last line?/
this is what i do in my past time/
call out a play to f-ck up the screen, flame wielding/
it’s what happens when i kindle fire/
derogatively speaking; f-ck you, f-ck you, and f-ck you/
i zoom-zoom-zoom p-ss y’all like that mazda commercial/
anybody can tell you that patience is virtue/
but it’s some sh-t out there that won’t wait for you/
so that’s just life, now get over it/
king of my place is where i stand/
k-i-dd is the mothaf-ckin’ man/
residentially evil, someone call milla jovovich/
just cause, the two of us, can’t make it work like spongebob and buzz/
light-year, but no dice here, so let’s make another comparison right here/
sort of like a vice lord hangin’ out with cuzz/
and a couple of disciples that hang out with bloods/
word to macklemore, it’s nothing but the same love/
hey bub, a canadian in j-pan with a body of adamantium/
hallelujah, praise the father, the holy spirit and the son/
a little bit of confusion, severe headaches like contusions/
in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit/
where the f-ck is the mother at, and where the f-ck she been?/
it takes two to make things go right/
it takes two to make it out of sight/
i’m sort of a basehead for rhymes, except i don’t talk to rob/
word to my brother, there’s no jack without bob/
when i commit a crime, i lift the shop if i decide to rob/
that means i shoplift, i had to find the time to/
scr-pe mothaf-ckas clean like corn without the cob/
in this cold world i’m a born sinner, wondering if god was a slob/
like one of us, but he’s not one of us, the cosmos comes close to a visual/
of what the ent-ty that created all mankind some billion years ago/
okay, now here we really go, i’m about to chew it up again and throw/
it outside and make it snow, i would make it rain but i get cold/
colder than an icee, i might be, k-i-dd the legendary so don’t try me/
i fight unworldly beings, with relics that belong to coffin pieces/
y’all wish you could find him, but i’m beyond the world of skyrim/
sh-t, you can find me online then, match sword-to-sword when we collide/
and make amends in tamriel before dying, homeboy i’m not even trying/
rap god, god mc, whoever i want to, i can be/
watch the kidd takeover, gracefully/
been doin’ this, i’m suing them, make another attempt to be cool with him/
lyrically, n0body can f-ck with or fool with him/
bust two shots, but shots too would ruin them/
riding to the top of the pinnacle

- kidddalegend lyrics

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