Casual - He Still Think He #Rapgod lyrics

[Verse 1] I had a Gold Mic, fa my whole life And felt a rapper really need to be the Bold Type I gotta cold right, but I'm a south paw With a mouth of raw that gotta overbite! Crush any rhymer. See me mama? Got the flow of 20 rhymers, and kinds problem? Beef? 20 piranhas, Henny, Remy and plenty of lammas He with the goddess, but this ain't about his Ciabattas Kemetic Magician done got in his head Cause Greek Gods Come from Egypt Like Herodotus Said Heavy as f** Smebin an ebony truck Not Rich, But I Never need bucks Whenever he ready he better repent or regret that he said ready to bust!! Ya whole career you on some Devilish sh** So if I let you claim RAPGOD; Heaven will split Malevolent Intelligent Witty Big city committee president. Bailing with that elegant clique Sadiddy Spittery!! Inhaling a splif Entailing a myth And selling'em what I'm compelling'em with Benevolent heaven sent reverend ever since I was rebelling with Del and A Plus I'm Rapgod, I hover over your Tabernacle Them Battle raps should have sat'em back on yo adams apple Or had'em scrapped, he wayyy out of his habitat too White Canvas, Black Ink'em. Let'em have a tattoo!- Ya Sinking Slowly, 10 Fathoms from the bottom champ Blood rising in the water Like da bubbles in the lava lamp!! [Hook] In the beginning they called me Rapgod. Everything I drop you know it slap hard. The Studio in the chapel got a trap door. "You slide in that, ain't know coming back dogg!" I Lithographed my life on two Basalt Slabs You smoking Asphalt Gra** off a Bath Salt Blast!!! This emotional p**y-whipped poet know I'm not a liar cause/ You ain't spit fire since Nic took Mariah "giver back boy"! she with a Black Boy Hat to the back with a gat, boyyyyyy Them Sissy Bars; like the back rest on a Fatboy I carry a cannon like Askenanzi Paparazi Stop and watch him, they Lion on him, Not Versace I'm firing on him.. And it calls for panic y'all! Not the one you wanta hand the ball-Neanderthal! Kicking back, I got the sandals off in panama Lookin hard as hellish; with Benard Cazelles on I Don't play it modest I just stay the hardest! Why your favorite artist always wanta play retarded? Well I'll whip out a style That with flip out the crowd And Den? I'm would get fouls and wild And rip out his vowels! And Den? Take a quick bow and smile And Den? Carve out his tongue And den? Starve out his Young.. Preserve his nerves and brains In this Jar that I Brung! In the beginning they called me Rapgod. Everything I drop you know it slap hard whoes the real rap god whose the wack fraud No rapture, ain't know coming back dogg I'm reading off a scroll while your Bleed on the Guillotine A Carthaginian k**a, Phoenician; Philistine Spark the semi fa skrilla, I'm beasting, Guerrilla main Stilla swing the Easton Villa in the Philippines Bill Fold in-a-Ma-nil-la Fold-er ill-rap Real-Cold and-i'm-still-a-soldier Said “Make a style that will break him down then Take a bow” know I'm kneeling over! Thank You Thank You Thanks You, Thanks Zima! The Blue Bemer thinga snatch ya queen Fatimah Now Ya chick rub my Jiz on her face; Neutrogena (Pause)You not #Rapgod; you a stupid demon I leave your group or team; leaking like Fukushima A gruesome team of Emcees but I don't need my f**ing crew I'll knock you out and wash your mouth out with a Hooka Cleaner Claim the Son of Rapgod and I won't abuse my child Listen Biggie use to use my style Homie this ain't 8 Mile! Now everybody feeling the rhymes The Real #Rapgod out rap that fraud Now where you at? Could have done it in a minutes time When he begin his rhyme, I'm at the finish line I been a splitter with a trigger happy rapid fire repertoire Ask ya chick, Since the early nineties In the beginning the called me Rapgod Yeah Rapgod that's me. I'm the divine Manifestation, The Supreme Incarnation. There are other Rapgod's but I'm #Rapgod. and they know that from the Bay to the Bricks Young Zee, What it do Fam? Smoking wax daps In a Black Cab At a tittie bar; with a fat tab, (or) In a sh**ty car, with a pretty broad With a fat a** On Mac Lab And the rat; in the back; with the sack; interact with the cat On Twitter and she tweeting; “How you call yourself a Rapgod; and not anticipate the Backlash?” In the beginning the called me Rapgod. Everything I drop you know it slap hard. Now you studio looking like a scrap yard Now you are about to be bared up, every bar that you thought up I'm Deified. In my past life, I believe that I died as a Martyr - You'll get Baptized in Rap Water By Protestant Nuns who hold guns like BlackWater; Bigger than Shaq Daughter I'm in The Back;The Black Part of the Rap Charter Rap-god harder than All y'all Check the #Hastag I'm in my crash pad having a flashback of when you didn't write rhymes on a trash bag I gotta smash that cause I'm the #Rapgod you try to snatch that, better give it back dog! I got the Cherubim bring out the Seraphim you can't prepare for them better beware of them I bring the Nephilim and then the Rephaim when I rock my thing, with the best of them- And I'm you nemesis, about to finish this kid off Spit giant sentences, Genesis 6:4 Fallen Angel my parliament calling terrible Rapping to the trumpets that toppled the Walls of Jericho The Real #Rapgod Album on Bandcamp With alot of my other sh** I slaughter and smother sh** You got a cash stack but that fast rap Useless like hairs on an a** crack I'm abusively intrusive and you confusing me with music I moves elusively, Your lil fans are now my fans Here is something you can't understand!