God Over Money Cypher 2.0 - Bizzle, Şevin, DATIN

They know

GOD over Money

Welcome to mi casa partner, lemme walk ya into the kitchen this sauce is proper

like mwah!

Every chef on this roster serves authentic pasta, while these imposters give

you a bowl of superstition

It’s GOD over Money honey, the New Edition

I make my peace by bathing beneath the crucifixion

While they Judas kissing, I’m trying to grow like a chi — chia pet so I’m

beating my flesh into submission

They want a coupe description, I hit the Philistine strip in a guillotine whip,

the roof is missing

We surpassing every facet of what you envision

So ain’t no fasting just passing in my true religion

So I make a student listen

HIS word penetrates deep then generate heat like nuclear fission

I aim straight for the lost, how can a shooter miss 'em?

Put a cap on the cross call me the super Christian

Even if your booth was explode-proof, and you had the bomb squad with you or

you wore the whole suit, it still would be no use

Cause on them pro-tools I’m known to react like Goku in dropping vocals, (Yes!)

GOM is the go-to for the whole TRUTH

A gang of bold dudes on the frontline and we won’t move

You would think Bizzle cut the locks, chains and bolts loose throughout the

whole zoo and freed the apes and formed this whole crew (Yeah!)

It’s like you rappers stranded on the planet, of the apes

And you looking like bananas in pajamas

See when the crew vomits it’s Jumanji

Cause animals will jump out the game and flood your street like a tsunami

Stampeding like when the elephants rush, a small opponent first it’s gored then

it’s propelled from it’s tusk

Then it’s stomped until it’s cerebellum swells and it busts

So tell satan him and all his devils in hell will get crushed

Fix your gaze on the LORD above

And sure enough your eyes reveal the

GOD of righteousness with a light so bright it kills ya

Death to the flesh but still alive like Mike in thriller

But HE can free up a trapped soul like Bryson Tiller

Find a scripture, I am for realer, my mind is 'iller

Than a Riker’s island asylum filled with violent killers

Peep the irony I used to hit the trees and now I abide in the VINE like I’m

trying to climb and go find gorillas

Man no monkeying around

Like when Steve Harvey gave Ms. Columbia the crown, (Psych!)

Same thing that any self-proclaimed king

Kick that Liu Kang, flu game sicker than Gangrene

Look the GREAT KING so you know we got to spit fire

Cause my GOD’s outstanding like a hitch-hiker

Uh, Can’t brag on HIM enough, ask me

The flow nasty like Flint water in cups, easy

It’s Grand Skeena, GOD’S 9 Millimeter

LIVING WATER by the river come and get a liter

And everybody talking about they living fast

But to GOD you’re peon

I measure y’all in Kilometres

I see they bluff, they saying nothing like they dead in mind, war and walk

whatever Is-real like Palestine

But I ain’t tripping to be honest homey half the time

I’m just trying to keep Bumps calm like Calamine

They don’t wanna know about JEHOVA’s graces

Everybody got that works or that hammer go berserk in the building and they

seen something coming

Steady leaving with they keys like Taraji up in Smoking Aces

And we ain’t ever sitting out, lifestyle over rap cause we live it out

And from the start I’ve been paying from the heart

Crazy how HE art like the word heart written out

I keep a big mac for you small fries

And I mob with a pair of pumps for you tall guys

Off in the coffin, you gone for the long ride

Talking will get you tossed off and then hog-tied

See the minute I spit what the killers spit

The first thing you think is hypocrite

But when he pop niggas nine songs straight

And start spittin like me on the tenth you be feeling it

I say I’m a Christian you stop listening

Like why he always gotta bring his religion in

But every rapper you know mentions GOD

So it’s kinda odd you knocking the ones living it

They say you too vocal on tracks Biz

So they try to keep me under wraps like the ad-libs

And cats been sleeping on the flow

But this hot sixteen will put them back on they mattress

By faith I shine with no Diddy

I don’t move Yayo for the Buck I’m no Fifty

I don’t need henchmen for the LORD

I’m no Jimmy, and I signed up Ready To Die it’s no Biggie

Yes I rep YESHUA, the CHRIST best not test unless that pen shoot when it write

(Blaow!)

You in a fight, you finna lose in a fight, break all rules and apply to rap

like you, you finna die

Mr. Hashtag rapper, Mike Brown, Trayvon

Only time you promote peace is when they die

It lasts about a week then it’s back to the straps

'Cause your contract came with a stack and some KY

Poisonous raps like crack in a pot

Major labels like «here serve that to your block»

So I don’t wanna hear how you let techs squeeze

Let them cut a check and you be in a dress next week

Bizzle