GODBODY PT. 2

Lyrics

[Intro: RZA] A billion, data, Bitcoins and microchips Intel Pentium, silicon and biochips Sitting on Oprah's sofa My drink is on a solid-gold coaster Cigars with DiCaprio I rock a Rollie, you still rock the Casio Ace of Spade, popped on the patio Aston Martin, powder-blue and pistachio [Verse 1: Joey Purp] I know that they are not who they pretend to be Ain't no more convincing me Money turn your kin into your enemy Streets will turn your mans into a memory I keep it a century I got a lot of people tryna drain me of this energy Broski had them ten a key, we got chickens, two apiece They gon' have to murder me, they don't want no niggas free I know this was made for them, I know this was said for me I'm just tryna take back every single thing that's meant for me I don't owe nobody nothing, everything come straight from me "Young nigga, go get your bread"—only thing that's bred in me Some my niggas still alive, they already dead to me [Break: Joey Purp] Ugh Young! [Verse 2: Joey Purp] I fear no evil, don't speak to serpent, for he deceitful I fear no demons, I buy the chains just to free my people I dream of Porsches and families that don't know divorces Wake up to warring and niggas dying and buying Jordans It's been a minute, I been official, I been efficient I been in corners, I been that nigga, I been at this shit I been at war and I been relieved and I been addicted I been recording, they pay me good, 'cause I paid attention, ugh! [Break: Joey Purp] Young Purple Told y'all we back at it [Spoken: Joey Purp] Y'all hands ain't fast enough to touch me You motherfuckers tryna box with God You motherfuckers tryna throw rocks at the sun I am the one and only (Purple!) I am the true and living You can't catch what you can't touch You can't touch what you can't see Godbody! (Yuh!) [Verse 3: Joey Purp] First, they gon' love you; then, they gon' hate you—it comes in stages He lost his cases, his lawyer Jewish, the judge was racist I speak the truest, they misconstrue it, we incongruent I need a moment, I need atonement, it's more than music I douse the fire with water, I'm holy water to it These boys so late to this party, it's like they're early to it This feel like whispers in the pews when the pastor preaching If they break me, I crack and crumble into Jesus pieces I'm in the building, I'm on the building, I own the building At sixteen, sixteens felt like a hundred million I'm smoking Ke—[*static*]