Yellow 5

[Intro: Sample & Tha God Fahim]
"To be something a little extra special, no matter what I want to do, if I like to do it... To be a champion, or to be the best... Even though I've been hurt so many times, uh, than live like a lot of people do, that live in a uh, uhh... uhh, a grey, twilight world, that— These kind of people, they don't even know victory or defeat because they've never tried anything, and, uh—this is something that I feel compelled to do, and, uh—I'm going to do it"
Yo
It's Tha-motherfuckin'-God, comin' back with that new flavor
Check me

[Verse 1]
I write rhymes 'til the break of dawn, sunset, nightfall, 'ight y'all
Check my style, I got it right, y'all
Sometimes I might fuck up and burn a bridge
I guess you gotta go through hell to know what heaven is
Where heaven lives? Is it here on this earth?
Or do you only see it when you buried in dirt?
'Cause I only see hell in the streets where I fell
I live immortal through beats and the rhymes that I sell
Ayo, sometimes I feel crazy, we live by the .380
And die from them slave chains that's bit from the rabies
[?] Bruce Lee can come back to life to train me
But instead, I'm stuck in hot lava, blocks are draining
And niggas actin' like Tha God is lazy
I just wrote up ten songs and seven beats, so praise me
That's why I keep a cowboy revolver, I tuck it
Fuck it, shoot you in your face like a three-point bucket
Police on the case, on the chase
Madman with magnums upon the waist
Sometimes I feel like my whole life is a waste
'Cause even in this big ass room, I need space, motherfucker

[Chorus]
We live a life that's controlled by the government
You gotta go through hell just to know what heaven is
They poison our food, beverages and intelligence
But when the MCs speak on it, it's irrelevant
We live a life that's controlled by the government
You gotta go through hell just to know what heaven is
They poison our food, beverages and intelligence
But when the MCs speak on that, it's irrelevant (yo)

[Verse 2]
Ayo, I'm takin' the shots at Trump with no Glocks or pumps
It's lyrical assault, so burn exhaust and floss
See how much the coffin costs
I'm a foul child, my style is wild
I'm unpredictable, you won't see me for miles
I feel like the next Colin Powell
I'm that nigga that's gon' steal your loud
Then smoke it all up in enormous clouds
Then after that, I'll smoke a Black & Mild, ayo
It's the handsome Black with massive raps and magnum gats
I dance with black robes and katanas and let the handgun clap
You couldn't see me, be me, genie, Gorilla Glue, beanie
Smokin' Cubans on islands like Mussolini
I'm the God, the omniscient, I'm pretty decent
I smoked a beat pretty recent
I do this shit for a livin', catch feelings?
My MAC gon' blow your ceiling

[Chorus]
We live a life that's controlled by the government
You gotta go through hell just to know what heaven is
They poison our food, beverages and intelligence
But when the MCs speak on that, it's irrelevant
We live a life that's controlled by the government
You gotta go through hell just to know what heaven is
They poison our food, beverages and intelligence
But when the MCs speak on that, it's irrelevant

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, nigga!
It's Tha-motherfuckin'-God! I'm feelin' this shit right here, nigga
You know what I'm sayin'? They poison our mind with intellige—
Nigga, you know what that is in that drink, nigga?
Bet it got high fructose corn syrup, ahaha... Nigga, Blue 5
Blue 1, Yellow 5, shit sound like motherfuckin' military code
That's what's in your shit
Preservatives is organics? Nah! Nigga—
Talkin' 'bout some seedless grapes. How the fuck there's some seedless grapes, motherfucker?
Nigga— nigga fuckin' you up, you better stop eatin' that shit
You nah'mean? You feel me? And I'm the illest
One of the— ever, the illest ever, nigga
You know what I'm sayin'? Fuck you
Tha-motherfuckin'-God