We Da Top

Nigga once upon a God there was a God who would spit
And spit for other Gods to know God which it is
Then God was out of sight to see who God really wit
And God would manifest upon the world which is spit

Each God shows the frequency achieved in private
But God is specific so niggas can’t hide shit
So if we all know God’s the reason behind spit
Why no Gods on the mic still spittin the right shit

God been God niggas don’t recognize it
God denial, would rather have the God of not wit
God is wild, see deeper into God is I spit
The God of Hip-Hop forever, God forever who is it

Praise to God, never let the God be not lift
Sacred God, what’s creatеd God I is - is
Great Bat-tle hip-hop God, don’t lose this
What did I say, I’m Hotеp cuz I spit

They can’t fuck wit it, they can't stop it
They can’t fuck wit it, they can't stop it
They can’t fuck wit it, we da top nigga
No they can’t fuck wit it, we da top nigga

It’s not the same my nigga, I know you notice it
Whether you admit it or not, this is the potent-ist
Shit and niggas purposely dropped, to get you over it
Bullshit that really is not, fuck what you hope it is

You’re now in the presence of God, when am I ever not
I dont give a fuck what they sayin, I am hip-hop
Rap songs are nice but nigga, this is not that
Don’t be confused by the trap, this is boom bap

All that wasted energy and time that was fuckin up your mind
Now you unable to reply when your life is on the line
You became the whole design, the soundtrack of the dime
The vision of new eyes, influenced the east side

What is reality of being right now
What is the repercussions of having you write down
What’s the difference of just conquerors having a nice sound
Or from,those who really walking to those who sat around

They can’t fuck wit it, they can't stop it
They can’t fuck wit it, they can't stop it
They can’t fuck wit it, we da top nigga
No they can’t fuck wit it, we da top nigga

Smack the taste back in these niggas face quick
They all the same shit, victims of bad facelifts
Face lifts to catch grams, will not say shit
Elevate to resonate high vibrations

The lunacy move lucid dreams from the basement
Infused the mood to put war paint where the face is
With losers root alcohol abuse and he’s faceless
Acts of crime where you find my divine placement, (God!)

Pregnant pause alkanes train of thought
Fresh on the track out stained with
Rough carpenters started out frameless
Nowadays I ask what color paint this, (Black!)

Island ebonics and the phonics, electronics and phones
Micros and the knowledge of those wave past bones
But in me memory solid
I conduct these as words of the birds, bees, and the pollen nigga

So!