Kanye West – I Am A God (feat. God)

[Intro: Capleton]
Blazin, mi don’t want dem
Mi need dem
Blazin
Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt
And now she find out what life is really worth
No to X rated
Yo mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt
And now she find out what life is really worth
No to X rated

[Intro]
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god

[Hook]
I am a god
Hurry up with my damn massage
Hurry up with my damn ménage
Get the Porsche out the damn garage
I am a god
Even though I’m a man of God
My whole life in the hand of God
So y’all better quit playin’ with God

[Verse 1]
Soon as they like you make ’em unlike you
Cause kissin’ people ass is so unlike you
The only rapper compared to Michael
So here’s a few hatin’-ass niggas to fight you
And here’s a few snake-ass niggas to bite you
And I don’t even wanna hear ’bout what niggas might do
Old niggas mentally still in high school
Since the tight jeans they ain’t never liked you
Pink-ass polos with a fuckin’ backpack
But everybody know you brought real rap back
Nobody had swag, man, we the Rat Pack
Virgil, Pyrex, Don C snapback
Ibn diamond, Chi-town shinin’
Monop’ in this bitch again, changed the climate
Hop in this bitch to give Saint the garment
Until the day I get struck by lightning

[Hook]
I am a god
So hurry up with my damn massage
In a French-ass restaurant
Hurry up with my damn croissants
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

[Verse 2]
I just talked to Jesus
He said, "What up, Yeezus?"
I said, "Shit I’m chillin’
Tryna stack these millions"
I know he the most high
But I am a close high
Mi casa, su casa
That’s our cosa nostra
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

[Outro: Justin Vernon]
Ain’t no way I’m givin’ up. I’m a god

Injury Reserve – Oh Shit!!! (Floss Album)

[Hook: Ritchie With a T]
Oh Shit!
They Said "Man we want some more hits
Man this sound like some shit from ’06
What that sound like man that’s some cold shit, cold shit"
I said
Oh shit!
Aaaw, so you want some more hits?
This ain’t sound like some shit from ’06
Fuck what it sound like man that some cold shit, cold shit

[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]
I say this ain’t jazz rap
This that this that spazz Rap
This that raised by the internet ain’t had no dad rap
Yo I’m good don’t pass that
Hit me on my Snapchat
You might have to back back
Cause your shit is mad whack
This that eeny meeny miney mo
Might need some snap cash
Matter fact
Hit the liquor store might need some cash back
Grab some gum and some water
Yeah them chips yeah grab that
Watch your son and your daughter
Cause them pigs will snatch that
Cause they always try to box us in but we won’t have that
I’m a sleeper, Dennis Rodman, so watch the glass jack
Remember when I had a composition in the backpack
Now we killing with the composition like the Rat Pack
I say this ain’t jazz rap
This that- this that spazz Rap
This that raised by the internet ain’t had no dad rap
Yo I’m good don’t pass that
Hit me on my Snapchat
You might have to back back
Cause your shit is mad whack, wassup

[Hook: Ritchie With a T]
Oh Shit!
They Said "Man we want some more hits
Man this sound like some shit from ’06
What that sound like man that’s some cold shit, cold shit"
I said
Oh shit!
Aaaw, so you want some more hits?
This ain’t sound like some shit from ’06
Fuck what it sound like man that some cold shit, cold shit

[Verse 2: Stepa J Groggs]
This the type shit I used to ride with Tegole in his Chevy to
’06, back when I supposed to graduate from school
Remember momma told me that I need to get my act together
10 years passed the only difference is I’m rapping better
Copped my own swishers
Shoulder-tapping for them bottles now
‘less I’m with my big brother
Chuckie used to hold it down
Now that shit is popping
Fake homies want to come around
And they say I changed
They just mad cause I’m stunting now
Got you like "Oh Shit!"
And this the type of beat that make me drink a whole fifth
And this is how we doin’
Word to the old fifth
And you know everything we drop
That’s some cold shit, cold shit, yeah
This ain’t jazz rap
This that this that Dad rap
This that fuck my nine to five I’m leaving
Never coming back
I’m too good at rap, jack
To get caught in rat traps
If your shit is mad whack
Homie you can have that, have that

[Hook: Ritchie With a T]
Oh Shit!
They Said "Man we want some more hits
Man this sound like some shit from ’06
What that sound like man that’s some cold shit, cold shit"
I said
Oh shit!
Aaaw, so you want some more hits?
This ain’t sound like some shit from ’06
Fuck what it sound like man that some cold shit, cold shit

[Outro: Ritchie with a T]
On and on and on
Play my favorite song
Make me dance all night
Baby, you do it right
Woah