Kris James - GOD MODE lyrics

[Intro: Gill from Street Fighter 3] [Verse 1: Kris James!] Even though he rolls with no penal code They still scouting for the boy like he Webelos That's what you need to know to rule like Caesar though Plus you gotta have that funky cold medina flow Heat the soul Don't want it to decompose The reaper's cold Wanting you to treat your nose So he can go right to the next one like a melody That's dark like Melanie So wrong like a felony Pop us off like Kennedys just let us speak Your many flaws are real obvious like signs from the weak Got you red in the face like the Petes Or the cheeks of my lovely girl's thong peach As far as I'm concerned we gon' all eat So all I ask for in return is don't cross me If you decide not to learn you'll be in sheets Ready to be put 6 feet deep under this here beat And that's to whoever wants to compete Desire's high & the money's low I'm on the grind like a stripper pole I'm on the grind like I did some blow Don't waste my time & make this difficult The light is lime let me get the Cokes You think you fly but you's a chicken though And it's real quick to show Cause you're too strict you know? Bruh you really need to relax more Take a chill pill, go vacation or something Always with the stress you constantly bugging But now I know why you were struggling Saw you were a hack, that's word to Jim Duggan [Verse 2: NK30] Eat rappers like cannibals But first dip 'em in Danimals After that, wash up & clean up collateral Cause me & KJ! the quickest, sickest of amalgamations While you just got high & played Playstation Instead of arms with condos Teach kids to be head honchos, pronto End of the convo Teach to be an upstart to an start up More of a New Jack, not a Paul Blart mall cop But like Fujin, I've been known to spit whirlwinds With the flow of DOOM, the physical frame of Fing Fang Foom Jokes like The Lampoon & force of a monsoon So f** the fake forced fallacies by rap G's k** 'em all then block all verbal synapsies And now, I really don't mean to boast But these n***as too animated, I felt it in my ghost Set fire to that a** & roast And heat the soul Just a stone's throw from fool's gold And still would rap off Best Buy's bankroll, I'm sold Got tracks burning like ethanol I'll snipe ya, I'm even Leon's Professional Put it on your dashboard confessional Set fire to that a** & roast And heat the soul