Great God - PackFM

Gimme a beat I can freak to, a crowd I can speak to

And one quick, dumb chick who’s nice with cerebral

You bootleggin' my shit, and you gonna leak to

Steppin' on your records and your rep, it proceeds you

Your weapons are lethal, you’ll leave a nigga see through

And nobody can beat you, uh huh, I know, me too

You need more people, cause we don’t believe you

You need me to teach you the evils that we do

My flows is water, but I can only lead you

I can’t make you drink, I can only make you think

Matter fact, take a seat, I’ll break it down from A-Z

And walk away with everything, you don’t believe?

just wait and see

Ain’t enough room for this year on my resume

I’m the future but I’m caught up in tomorrow’s yesterday

Even though I’m technically a feather weight

My flows weigh heavy on your mind, the pressure make your brain levitate

Funny how y’all niggas quick to hesitate, but when the bomb detonate

The body count be too high to estimate

Then the Plague marchin in, ain’t nobody stoppin them

12 Monkeys, lots of Timbs, stompin on your mochasins

You’re fightin' for your oxygen *Breathe nigga breathe*

Now you got until I count to ten *Leave nigga leave*

I don’t give a fuck if you gotta swing from the leaves of the trees

Grow some wings, float away with the breeze

I’m coming back to roost, cause y’all had a nigga cooped up

Y’all let them chickens get your noodle souped up

According to your roster, you’s an imposter

Faggot, skid marks, in the front of your boxers

Talkin 'bout what you chopped up, before you got locked up

But you’re singin' an opera as soon as the cops come

But people are not dumb, you ought to get a job

Then you can rap about all the water you mopped up

To each his own, you can keep your throne

Every time I speak a poem, leave you with your speakers blown

Every single thing you hear me say on records, we condone

And I leave your dome smoking like Cheech & Chong

Plague