God Black / Black God - 9th Wonder, Murs

They waving guns in South Central, same on the southside

I gotta be a real nigga, just to stand outside

I’m on the corner with my main man T Smith

The streets done changed since they legalized the green shit

Need a new hustle now, gotta get up under now

Flip a franchises, nigga need about a hundred thou'

Do it like Nipsey did, but I’m not a 60 crip

Up on Slauson Ave, I’m supporting black businesses

Gotta be black-owned, money is the backbone

Gotta stick together like Terrace and his saxophone

Hoodsters, hoovers, trays and the deucers

Let’s all get together man and make some maneuvers

Homie’s got grandkids on some grown-man shit

Cream of the crop, we the kings of the planet

Used to be slaves, now look at what we made

We some leaders but we leading these people to the grave

God Black/Black God, they don’t understand

We come from black, return to black, that’s the motherland

The universe expands and then we start again

To free the mind of every man, that’s the fucking plan

I’m the great debater, both sides of the equator

See the truth, be the light, use it like a lightsaber

Dark skin, Darth Vader and I’m sorta like SEGA

They don’t make 'em like me no more, there’s none greater

Broadcast Dreamcast, me and 9th, we blast

12-gauge shottie, why you still shooting bean bags?

Think fast, we don’t slack when we attack

Move like a Japanese cat in all black

Rooftop to rooftop, hip-hop to new rock

Now they selling T-shirts and 2 socks with 2Pac

Too hot to handle and we, too cold to hold

Send a couple nudes then I set some new goals

I’m tryna get her home, get it on, never sit alone

Freak these tales man, you know the type of shit I’m on

Badman, mad fans coming out the badland

Drop hands, now I’m getting head like a CAT-scan

God Black/Black God, they don’t understand

We come from black, return to black, that’s the motherland

The universe expands and then we start again

To free the mind of every man, that’s the fucking plan

I’m a midtown champion, Picco to Jefferson

I’m a 9th grader on a 9th beat, it’s not a fresher man

I’m the secret weapon man, hoodie when I’m stepping in

A nigga been eating, I’m the one who put the pepper in

Behind home plate, had to dodge a game,

Sipping on Coronas with a big booty Mexican

Fuck what you suggesting man, definition heaven in

Assuming that my name is on the list and they let me in

Angels and demons, all need a place to be in

Something like Raiders fans in the Oakland Colosseum

See I’m like a deity. Settle from the plea of these

If you wanna see me get some glasses like DMC’s

Telescope, tell us quit, all of y’all irrelevant

Super-artificial, ain’t never been intelligent

Heaven-sent but hellbend on keeping shit Godbody

West, where the East, fuck with a nigga, I hardbody