So Help Me God - Phonte

They say they want bars but it’s unfounded

Cuz when they get bars niggas be dumbfounded

My mind is clear and the vision is unclouded

Cap gun rappin', where the fuck’s the gunpowder?

Chuck D said «My Uzi weighs a ton,» now it’s

Time to go the distance in a ring full of one-rounders

Still pacin', still gracin' hard beats ever since y’all car seats was still

rear facin'

Listen I murder you niggas

So help me God, I murder you niggas

So help me God, I murder you niggas

So help me God, I murder you niggas

Just as a courtesy, better call the insurgency

Never should’ve alerted me, nah, I murder you niggas

So help me God, I murder you niggas

So help me God, I murder you niggas

So help me God, I murder you niggas

Ayo, I was laying back, cool, calm, collect

With my man Mike offa 2nd and Carondelet

If Atlas shrugged so he could give his arms a rest

I figured I could take the time to let my mind wander yet

Y’all scorin' a game that I don’t care about

'Cause if you ain’t droppin' that cheap, weakened shit

Every week and shit then they wonder 'bout your whereabouts

I will clothesline a nigga and air it out

'Cause time is precious and my peace of mind is paramount

Look, man, we are not in concert

This is not a game nigga, we are not in Contra

I’m a kill shit, I’m a be a silent monster

That will shit to happen like he Tio Salamanca

Bogart ya whole shit like we in Casablanca

In the good times, they’ll be quick to fall through

But in the bad times, no they don’t recall you

That’s why no one makes it out sane, this game’ll get all you

Drive you apeshit just so they can Jane Goodall you, no

I am Hugh Masekela meets Masta Killa

Your OG’s OG, just ask the nigga

Audioslave with a mastermind

Any wall of sound Tigallo vandalize

Dog, I am no tap dancer, tip-toein' audio lap dancer

Soundin' like rap cancer metastasized

It’s wrong, it’s cruel, it’s fuckin' infanticide

A man with eyes that still see through pretenders

New Year’s through December, long as you remember

That I’ll fuckin' murder you niggas

So help me God, I murder you niggas

So help me God, I murder you niggas

So help me God, I murder you niggas

Know that you heard of me, it’s a state of emergency

Ungodly flow, somebody shoulda converted you niggas

So help me God, I murder you niggas

So help me God, I murder you niggas

So help me God, I murder you niggas

You’re only as old as your ability to process new information

You’re only as old as your ability to process new information

You’re only as old as your ability to process new information

You’re only as old as your ability to process new information

You are only as old as your ability to process new information

You are only as old as your ability to process new information