When a motherfucker steps out his place
 And gets slapped in his motherfuckin face
 Just because the motherfucker tried to base
 The G.O.D., the G.O.D.

 And while I see his whole click passes by
 Motherfuckers think they qualify
 And for those niggaz want to try
 The G.O.D., the G.O.D.

 Verse One:

 Yo
 I'm not caught up in politics
 I'm no black activist on a so-called scholar's dick
 I come through with the Wu and drop math
 And versatile freestyles bombs and phonographs
 and deliver, all things and other in weight
 searched to death, on how living things relate
 Cause at a young age, I was molded in a religion I relied on
 and got caught up in superstition
 Scared to split pole, duck black cats
 Once in a while, threw salt over my back
 But with knowledge of self from off the shelf
 Made things seemed complicated now small like elves
 So turn off the lights light a candle, and have a seance
 Pull the lid off the Dean Martin scandal
 Witches warlocks spooks and holy ghosts
 RZA lets defraud the host

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 Verse Two:

 We were on the same ship when the slaves were checked
 I had to pull your card you was on the top deck
 So I plotted my escape, I saw the Thin Line Between Love and Hate
 And fast from the hog on the plate
 I suffered brutal pains, from whips and chains
 Punishments that were set to wash the brain
 So look listen observe and also respect this jewel
 drawed up, di-tect and reflect this
 light I shine, that cause my power to be find
 through the truth, which manifest through eternal minds
 Purified gases and masses the same elements
 that helped spark civilization classes
 I see brothers quote math plus degrees
 Look at professor ass niggaz can't feed they own seeds

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