God Emcees

Interlude :

You gotta understand that when it was in to have a gun and be in the street, my mother gave that up to be in the house and wash the dishes and feed us and put the thoughts in our brains. Because we didn’t get any of that history from any of those soldiers that we lost--we got none of that. They all went to jail, if you can remember. They all went to penitentiaries

Verse 01 2Pac :

Callin' all dogs and phony rap stars

Who think they got me

I'm on some Superman shit now

They shouldn't have shot me

Uh

Cause I'm convinced that my squad is real

And God has blessed me with the power to be hard 2 kill

I got a mind that's full of murderous thoughts

When unleashed

I make them niggas bow

Feel me now or be deceased

I ain't choosing sides

Hell no

Fuck everybody

It's Westside when I ride watch 4 dead bodies

Lyrics are colorful words and anesthetics

Problems are getting worked out faster than calisthenics

I'm bullet proof

Blazed up on top of my man's roof

Hands on a fully AK so what'chu plan to do

Moon motherfuckaz 'til they feel me

It's West Coast nigga fuck New York

Now did everybody hear me?

You shot at my homies now Imma blast

Screamin' Thug Life muthafucka when I pass

Hook:

NY '87

NY '87

NY '87

NY '87

Verse 02 Rakim :

Dance floor's dangerous

Packed in like a briefcase

Rhyth with ral rough rhyme

Beats with deep bass

Girls with tight pants

Maybe they might dance

Tonight if the Rs on the mike

There's a slight chance

The crowd is crucial

M.C.'s grounds are neutral

Now that you're here let me introduce you

Get ready

I'm hard read like graffiti but steady

Science I drop is real heavy

Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty

Touch the third rail on the pain of remedy

The prescription's one every hour

Now it's a HABIT

Ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic

Attention: follow directions real close

Keep out of reach of children

Beware of overdose

Too many milligram

NO ONE made a iller jam

My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts

That kill a man

Ideas for the ear to fear

Might split 'im

He'll never forget 'im

He'll rest in peace wit' 'em

At least when he left he'll know what hit 'im

The last breath of the words of death

Was the rhythm

NY '87