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god is great - hit-boy & the alchemist lyrics

[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 apr*n 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 b*tch, 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 mysp*ce
n*ggas stealin’ styles, that’s a crime wave
i be on the cusp every f*ckin’ 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 (d*mn)
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 (d*mn)
bring back morals, bring back shame
bring back sockin’ n*ggas in they face
like the ’90s, like the death row days
you know what it seem like (for real)
this whole sh*t is funny, three strikes (sh*t 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, n*gga, 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

- hit boy the alchemist lyrics

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