Masada - Water Walker lyrics

I be on the corner I be on my grind Verse 1: When I travel through your city while you're listening to Biggie I'm a bigger fan of Fela Kuti I could really give a f** about Gucci, I'm nobody's property I'm a beast of no nation I'm a beast by vocation Lyrically I'll empirically blot the memory out of any mc To Mc mi just well dangerous Jesus mi just I tongue-arous This is the manner in which I'll teach a young spitter to spit at his target This is the way of an artist A purging, a catharsis The emerging of a market A genre all my own I guess its because I'm the last, one of the last true M.c.'s Every God say 'True indeed' Every Queen say I reflect Am I really resonating yet? Demonstrating fresh Stop hating bless Bless, bless bless, blesssesss Look how dem a criticize black people but never see what dem ah do yet bwoy Yes yes, yes yesssss Djezuz Djonez on the microphone, gonna merge until the words become flesh I tell you Chorus: I be on the corner Walking on the water Mary Maga-dota 3 quarters back to Oda(?) I'll be on my grind Water into wine I can heal the blind Rhymes wicked every time Djezuz Djonez the reason The one who some believe in Rebuke the heathen Cast a thousand demons off of Legion The flow the mic the booth The truth is still the truth The head that fits the Crown Can't keep me down Verse 2: With a few for the many how you living 120 selling out for the pennies I don't like that Every wrong, gotta right that Poor but despite that Israelites take your life back I have not been sent but unto the Lord's sheep being murdered in the streets of ghetto Every pop a Geppetto Long nose Pinocchio stereotype I'll burn Lucifer your kingdom's falling Black man your life is calling Maybe you can't hear that You can't even hear your wife and babies bawling Babylon - Let's burn it down RIGHTEOUS JUDGEMENT Wickedness in high places like this gov'ment Where the money hoes clothes He don't talk about those He's on some other sh** Let's talk about flows Let's not He already know he hot Lyrically pop-locked to the heat of a hot beat dropped by a little bit of sun Masada clear a way For the things I say will play til the Kingdom come Call it the gospel YOU'RE UNDER GOD'S SPELL Yes indeed we are all God sent so we all die Just like a prince we fell From the cradle to the prison its a pipeline This is my position when I write rhymes I think you need to listen to the right rhymes Stop me? never nope not this lifetime [Hook] Verse 3: I don't have a lot of money I ain't got a lot of friends Few foes, God knows I'm rich But I get a lot of trouble from the service of the Devil for my radical rap music Rappers amuse me when All of that amusing's meant To humiliate mock and facilitate how they a**a**inate consciousness Let em get a better shot at this (No one can stop you) Guess I needed to repeat that ish (No one can stop you) I'm a leader of an old school, G I'm a problem vocally I produce God shake earth gave birth to the first conscious fresh m.c Shout out to the Jungle Brothers make another record please Its hard out here for a G like me to learn anything from these m.c.s No disrespect yoooop Big up yourself rude Dem p**y bout to get kuff again kuff again I can do it if I want to Point to the crew who suit you Stop your progresso You can't build. Campbells Canned good rap sales stack shelves Gotta love a metaphor Quite sure I love what I met her for Why not My oct numero four (?octmetanettafor?) I'm hot Why you gotta sweat her for? You're not