S.Rudolph - Talk To God 2 lyrics

No fearing I know talent when I hear it And where I stand ya'll nowhere near it Land of the lost and the marshals not caring I'm telling the truth but no one's daring I know dick heads that would love to leave the p**y stretched How he think he the best put his brains southwest I'm in heaven you still reaching for the stars Clap clap bravo no young money involved Two states on my back mother f**er check stats Light punch lines this is traveling rap Over ya'll heads go Google the facts National Grid this is light work kid I father you seeds wish the b**h miscarriage No morning-after right after I clap yea Grand master I give the message in a flash NFL Combine let's see him dash Smile all on my face so why ya'll mad You want me to lead yea it would be my pleasure Suicide thoughts when you beef with a boss MC's get hammered I ain't talking Rick Ross Vick in the booth I Cobb n***as ego Spit with heat holocaust your people Witness genocide on an instrumental It's like a homicide when I jot the pencil Blow your mind it's like I dot your mental The way n***as whine they should be making miracles Don't' believe in God but it can still get spiritual You can say f** me but the feelings so mutual Ask if he fan watch his fat a** sweat He only telling on him G-Depp Place ya'll bets put the G in debt Child of the ghetto don't f** with the fellow Don't matter what state I ball like Mellow Bring your top 5 watch them all get buried I k** mics you know Conrad Murray Ya'll mad comedians so why me worry Box with the God leave your vision all blurry Feather weight jumping in a heavy weight bout Marion Jones your track record don't count Ask your who*e I'm Tim Duncan with the backboard Baby face n***a give his cheek a C-section Brake your reflection ask your cast for protection Above your mirror understand what you're facing Bullets lick him up with the pistol I get chasing Leave this punk rock I ain't talking about replacements His dad wanted a street fighter instead he got a Bison Dhalsim with the coke watch it stretch then they light one Roll with Alicia Keys kinda like the Swiss man I let the clips fly over your hood Blake Griffin Staple his center, Black Mamba with a temper Try to draw blood they can't floor bottom me Kenshiro with the bars ain't no stopping me