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U-God

Lamont Jody Hawkins (born November 11, 1970), better known as U-God (short for Universal God), is an American rapper and member of the hip hop collective, Wu-Tang Clan. He has been with the group since its inception, and is known for having a deep, rhythmic flow that can alternate between being gruff or smooth. He is the group's lowest-pitched member. more »

Year:

1996

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[Featuring you God] 
Yeah ninety six Park Hill style 
Burial ground sound in it forever Dunn 
Politic 
Verse One: Cappadonna/Cappachino 
Here we come right through your eardrum Dunn 
Cherry head catch feel the draft of the aks 
You catch one trying to pretend you could win 
Headlock show the block kid counterattack 
Don of mine stay connect 4th Disciple trife 
Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam 
Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin 
Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever 
chain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe king 
So what now? Industry kids'll lock it down 
Only two loyal, dustin that find you there for 
You wanted to enter thirty-six in the soil 
My technique is speak have you knocked out weak 
Forever in it, my slang dick goes so deep 
Thirsty for hip-hop, Staten Isle niggaz can't stop 
Runnin wild like a child till we reach the top 
Stapleton, New Bright, and West Brighton the harbor 
Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech 
Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up 
Cap the imperial, bring out new material 
You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head 
Wu is in town, catch the hand-off 
Prepare for my dancehall standoff 
Mercy when I come blow your mic-hand off, sorry I touched him 
Here they come again through customs 
Mad ways to dead the wax one way to bust him 
Chorus: 
If it's alright with you it's alright with me 
We can take this rap game to a higher degree 
We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be 
Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon 
Verse Two: you-God, AKA Golden Arms 
These ninety-nine powerful circling swords 
Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on 
Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists 
Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist 
Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist 
Burnt to a crisp, bombarded my pistol grip 
Tongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawbone 
Leaning Tower Pisa sounds of the Mars zone 
Chef dropped that bomb, the takeout will still linger 
Twenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat up 
Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm 
Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend 
I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion 
I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean 
My path releases, volcanic acids 
Engage in the page activity is autographics 
Fraction of my busting microphones start to lust and 
words plays over power practice might bust em 
The black male persuasion known to hunt you for sane 
The Big Apple verbal concert, for the occasion 
The vital snap, now insert my Spinal Tap 
I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped 
The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan 
With Earth Wind and Fire, ice water dead grams 
American hustler up and coming with a vengeance 
Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension 
one lesson motivation for my pistol profestation 
Slang person nailed now we move on a motation 
Location, point-blank, on point be the vessel 
Politic the defecit measure, point the decibel 
We're credible, renaissance, eatin off the barrel 
Advanced chemo, Die Hard to my demo 
Chorus

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