Verse 1 (Bomshot)
Stand proud, lyrics loud, crowds form like clouds
I'm the reason why the moon and the stars all bow
The holy family we raising divine children
We resurrecct the mentally dead, physically kill 'em
Leave your garments holy, respiratory can't revive ya
I run inside your funeral and kill all the survivors
Since birth I've been the worst, commit sins in the church
At night I stalk the Earth, by day I sleep in a hearse
Cash fill like Noah's Ark and you be feeling the flow
I'm holy, I bathe in virgin period blood
Ultimate sacrifice, I eat the body of Christ
And with one grain of rice for my hunger suffice
If it wasn't for my wife or my sins at night
Then I can live inside the mosque for the rest of my life
When I die my soul will rise to a crystal palace
Until then I puff hashish from a solid gold chalice
Chorus (Quite Nyce) (x2)
This is my life trying to be all I can be
It's kind of hard trying to represent the G-O-D
The sun, moon and stars everything to me
Through knowledge, wisdom, understanding
Then Allah be seen
Verse 2 (Jus Allah)
Allah is great, never does nothing by mistake
Decides fates, purifies mind states
Provides lakes, designs and landscapes
Can turn everything man makes to pancakes
Destroy and rebuild, any man that's before me is killed
How I honestly feel? The one that is real
Let the Mass know Allah got mad flow
The right mix make the whole fucking lab blow
However I do it, I keep doing it
Is it me in the music? What's the real deeper truth in it?
I got an eye that I could see the fucking future with
A chess mind I could beat the new computers with
God destined you a fool for amusement
Your brain seems never been used or a fuse went
It's nothing but all hate for you, dumb fucks
You're only here because of my severe blood lust
Chorus (Quite Nyce) (x2)
This is my life trying to be all I can be
It's kind of hard trying to represent the G-O-D
The sun, moon and stars everything to me
Through knowledge, wisdom, understanding
Then Allah be seen
Verse 3 (G.I. 45):
Legend of the craft, live out Supreme math
Three-hundred sixty degrees of knowledge
Think 7 and a half
Since self my inequity, murder your staff
Keep my planets in orbit, I'm a lab chemist
Experiment with high explosives with my thoughts in 'em
Earthquake your foundation
Dog, we keep the world spinning
I'm G.O.D
Zig-Zag-Zig through the dark
Swift unchangeable mist
Hard to check like true art
Go through Hell and come out white
Like a snorkel but I'm just Nyce
I build to be born and take your life
If you not writing then exact your troops from tricks
Mind from actual facts
Do the knowledge like a nun with priest
Now could you handle that?
Light the weight of the planet
I increased through understanding
From my square 'cuz my third eye
I only activate on wisdom, knowledge
I'm a high form of living energy, so fuck a college
You do the emotional reaction
While I keep her inside a liquid till the gases
Knowledge through L's, and you ain't do the 35
Now ether spurning from son, you need glasses
They from telescope, define an antidote
My magnetic cause gravity
Will make the dry land float on top of hard granite
Scientist command the truth for I god
I see the truth like I planted
Like W.D. Fard, everything is real
I'm the sun, moon and stars
Eye of Horus gave you a religion like raw
Chorus (Quite Nyce) (x2)
This is my life trying to be all I can be
It's kind of hard trying to represent the G-O-D
The sun, moon and stars everything to me
Through knowledge, wisdom, understanding
Then Allah be seen
