He Comes

[Chorus: Eugene Record sample] "With the ring of a bell, a soft hello (A soft hello) A few short words, and what d'you know? Oh, what d'you know? Here comes..." [Verse 1: Posdnuos] Down, like water, fresh out the clouds, clown Ground you like terrible weather Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhyming To all – rise and shine, give God the glory I already give a percent of mine to Bert and Corey And still got bills and employees to pay So excuse me, Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my days My ways of control is hard to swallow Known to lead, but some would rather see me follow behind Sorry to dis–appoint, but dis–joint's–mine 'Splay your indie, but say no More or I'll blind you like Spit did to Ramo (Through the dirt) And edit the clip and lost Kano My mens wear problems like Timbs See it all in they face, ask Mase – we got wars to win Scores to settle, crews to crush You rush right in to see us do it with a smile It's Long Isle, y'all (Long Island!) Longevity sustaining my celebrity stats From AM to PM, y'all seemin' more foul, y'all I was told to step righteous, so when it's done Everyone will say I stepped right And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop Shining his flash in my face – I'm bound to see the light [Chorus: Eugene Record sample] "With the ring of a bell, a soft hello (A soft hello) A few short words, and what d'you know? Oh, what d'you know? Here comes..." [Verse 2: Dave] Ayo, I'm up against these walls here, my back's stiff, straight up Dazzling and razzling broads like I'm little Juan Magic Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop Caught drama every time these commas don't drop Pop spots like lint on your shirt, the net works So shoot the rock, homie, in many courts of ball Four couldn't do it, so we bring on six I circumcise the track, you just a dick – overlapped and hooded Skin repeated like Stuttering John I repeat like yesterday, it don't stop (Yeah) George of this poor like Pop, puttin' Scarlett In a place she believes much better than your lies She say she lookin' better in my eyes – bullshit! Same crock she done ran to Duck, crammin' to fuck I put the puddin' on her like Bill Cosby I tried to speak my piece in court but Judge Mills paused me! Bi-focused, we die hopeless sometime You'll cry your poker face, you oughta try it one time God is an iPod standard, download demanded like slaves on trial ("We want free!") Man – cock, aim, ready, it's time you MC it See, you rappers bust BB guns Graffiti run through my veins since cable with the wired remote Woodgrain like your widest spoke [Bridge: Ghostface] C'mon – Pretty Toney and De La Soul We was rhymin' through the broom since we were 8 years old Take us back to '88, you couldn't catch our flow A group of kids so original – ya heard? C'mon! Pretty Toney and De La Soul We was rhymin' through the broom since we were 8 years old Take us back to '88, you couldn't catch our flow A group of kids so original [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad manners, who got 'em? We kiss cannons for Scrams and his crew, and his wack dancers Biting is forbidden, pa – pay that tax And don't you ever look at us funny – boy, we'll bring rap back And that'll hurt you like Superman chased by a group of men With dyna-mics, real Hip-Hop'll do you in Floor you like Duk-koo Kim, I'm loo-loo'in Hula hoop on bitches cuckoo for brand new pins Cutmaster Killah, make sure we cut classics Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets–next to Uday and Qusay Hop in the booth, shoot the P.A. and just play "Whoop de, whoop de" Used to boost Spaldeens and snatch a dude's toupee Since tuning into T La Rock and AJ Ghostface' gats is fresh squeezed like a glass of OJ Girls, you could go cruising in my OJ [Chorus: Eugene Record sample] "With the ring of a bell, a soft hello (A soft hello) A few short words, and what d'you know? Oh, what d'you know? Here comes..."