God Is Great

[Intro: The Alchemist]

Dear Lord

Come here today to ask for Your forgiveness

I said, well, you just can't hold on sometimes

When there's twelve or thirteen different individuals

You just hold on

Workin' on one beat

They don't know I'm different, Lord

We ask that You forgive them

And show mercy (Uh) on their souls

[Verse 1: The Alchemist]

Before the Porsche shift was Tiptronic

Shoebox with twenty-five in the closet (Cash)

Used to put discs inside the Ensoniq

Before I had an account to make deposits

Now I'm a style father

Sinks made of marble, I bathe in Nile water

All this came from makin' faders fly

Dinner's served, I don't finish 'til the plate is dry

I could see a silver glow in the grayest sky

You could book me for a show, but the pay is high

To get a tracker, need to amputate a limb (Cut off a leg)

With the apron and the mitten, I'ma bake a pie

Chain hangin' low and jinglin'

They sayin' that the man is on roads in England

Iceberg, I'm a mug with a frozen drink in it

Try to float over me with a boat, I'm sinkin' it

(Lord, we call on You now to give these bums guidance)

When I paint, apply an extra coat to strengthen it

Then I apply the lacquer

Make it sparkle like a final master

Just a little piece of vinyl capture

Play the track, break it back, and get a spinal fracture (Amen, God is great)

[Interlude: Hit-Boy]

I said, well, you just can't hold on sometimes

Yeah, look

You just hold on

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]

He on point

Breakin' in this bitch, I'm a Kia Boy

'07 ATL, I was with Chase

Think it was the same year I met Drake

Crazy we been goin' up since MySpace

Niggas stealin' styles, that's a crime wave

I be on the cusp every fuckin' year

But my black skin won't let me in the clear

Homie said I need to work with white artists to win at the Grammys (Damn)

I'm so Black that all I think I need is just some prayers for my granny (Hey)

I'm doin' the work (Yeah) and lettin' it show (Ayy)

You doin' the worst (Uh), refusin' to grow (Damn)

Bring back morals, bring back shame

Bring back sockin' niggas in they face

Like the '90s, like the Death Row days

You know what it seem like (For real)

This whole shit is funny, three strikes (Shit is crazy)

Shout to Brian Hooks

Bottega store, tryin' looks (Wait)

Check the man in the mirror

Man, I do it every day, I'm thinkin' bigger

Boy, I feel like RZA, got the method, man

I just went to Sam's and threw seven bands

Got my feet on land, don't get left on read

C3 make me wanna be a better man

Losin' this bond, nigga, I would never chance it

Alan on the track, this one a classic

God is great

[Outro]

I said, well, you just can't hold on sometimes

You just hold on