God bless the child that can hold his own
 Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
 The type that's known to set the tone
 Just pass the microphone  I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x)

 Check it  it's the player to examine
 My thought patterns are deep like canyons
 A tough companion that women won't adandon
 That's my steelo  lyrics conquer the street like Nino
 Lay incognito, because life's a gamble like ceelo
 That's what we know, forget what they know, or say yo
 I gotta do my thing, I can't be caught hanging like a halo
 Time to hustle, or get caught up in the shuffle
 Use brains over muscle, I'm seeing more chips than Ruffles

 God bless the child that can hold his own
 Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
 The type that's known to set the tone
 Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x)

 I'm gigantic, coming hard like granite
 Forget where you're from, I represent the whole planet
 Not the sort lagging (sort lagging) never fought bragging (fought bragging)
 The way I make moves and mess up your whole thought pattern
 Opponents I check 'em, got skills out the rectum
 Display many styles like colors in a spectrum
 You can't escape the inconcealable
 Niggas is so wack, even people reading braille ain't feeling you (Right)
 I fell off? Come on, imagine it
 It's the sharp elaborate
 Type of nigga that's not having it
 On some new shit, some extra cool shit
 The type to lounge in the crib all day
 Peeping pay-per-view shit
 Word, it's bugged, hops, I love props
 When I come to town, I'm under survailance like drug spots
 '96, coming from the rear quick
 I'm on some ol' "hit the lotto & disappear" shit

 God bless the child that can hold his own
 Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
 The type that's known to set the tone
 Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x)

 I use poetic psychiatric types of tactics
 Man, this rap shit got me seeing more green than St. Patrick's
 The tight player (tight player) with the right flavor (right flavor)
 That comes off like a life saver and slides like an ice skater
 Catch me shining from a mile away
 The kid with the stylish braids, doing my thing, sipping Alize
 You see me sinning with the money and the women
 You think I'm winning? Shit, I'm barely living
 Forget those goals, we got higher tasks to try and pass
 Brothers be fronting but I see through them clowns like fiberglass
 I roll with bomb squads, beyond hard, about making money, kid
 Fuck chasing chickens in the barnyard
 Word up, while you're still clowning
 I'm in the hills lounging, catching vibes off of Will Downing
 Living the life of a grown man
 Me and Dink, and Roy Ayers, we got the Soul Plan

 God bless the child that can hold his own
 Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn
 The type that's known to set the tone
 Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (Repeat 2x)

 (Roy Ayers solos on the keys til fade