KiddDaLegend - God MC 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/ d**h in a full circumference, one of you lil n***as is the bait/ These lil' "rap" mercenaries are here to silence the genre/ They not k**in' sh** 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**h/ 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**h, 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** 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***a, because I been k**in' it/ Tip-toe or p**yfoot 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** up the screen, flame wielding/ It's what happens when I kindle fire/ Derogatively speaking; f** you, f** you, and f** you/ I zoom-zoom-zoom pa** y'all like that Mazda commercial/ Anybody can tell you that patience is virtue/ But it's some sh** 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**in' 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 Japan 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** is the Mother at, and where the f** 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/ Scrape mothaf**as 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 entity 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**, 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, nobody can f** with or fool with him/ Bust two shots, but shots too would ruin them/ Riding to the top of the pinnacle