Wik Da God

(专辑： Half God - 2021)

Wik Da God, you feel me?
Wik Da God, you dig?
Uh, uh

Hit 'em with the scripture
Riddle it to 'em simple so they get the picture
Still a little abstract, I think it's a river
I think I can see the water, see the ripples
Uh, see the stream of consciousness that come within you
Based on your consequences
They base your competence on how you live and what you into
I intend to defend you
Need to be a pillar
Of society, nah, I need to keep it realer
Leave everything on the beat that they deemed an issue
They don't know what you been through
Now its teeming, pouring out my pencil
You don't see it yet, eventually it'll hit you
I hardly see it myself, but I drew it, it came out my mental
Drew when I blew the whistle, let it off
But never draw when I do it, I'm the victor like its Vaughn
Not Vincent
Non-committed
So they don't pass Pat the ball when they pick up they dribble
Say I'm a sinner
Still a neighborhood figure
A fixture in my neighborhood 'til I'm grey and bitter
Stay in the neighborhood
Been around the world, around the way, remained a city slicker
Just changed clothes
But shit ain't change, I'm the same soul
Tryna figure out my aim, what I came for
Wik Da God
Uh
Here
Let me put you on

Bless 'em with flames
Dip 'em in ice water, bred 'em with pain
Wik Da God, the sun won't set on his reign
Can't just give 'em a nice talking
Might start barking
Maybe little thunder, lightning storm, wet 'em with rain
If you gon' start getting light on my offerings
Feel like you giving too much neck, start neglecting my praise
Send a display
Wik Da God, end of the day
Address me by my name if you wanna get you some game

Showed a lot of y'all what you know today though
And y'all still looking at me sideways, yo
You ain't know?
You's the one made sure I prayed for
It's usually how my day goes
A regular, ain't no telling when and why I show face for
Still with no schedule, my own boss, not Fredo
Just some days, had to lay low
Others, had to go more out control
Blow yayo, blow pesos
Turned amateurs to professionals
I'm not saying I'm the reason, I just made pros
Uh, that I said aloud
I let it out
The colosseum, José Canseco
When you caught him cheesing, you could tell he caught a fade though
From the days of playing Play-Doh 'til it's fatal
I stop breathing if you're capable and able
I'm seeing to it that you got a seat at my table
But it all depends upon roll of the dice, spin of the dreidel
How's it all up to luck when things are so seemingly stable?
I think I finally seem to see a way though
Wik Da God
Uh
I arrived drunken
Sobered up, tired of it
Was I just bugging? Was I? Nah, I wasn't
I was just adjusting
Took a while, but all of a sudden
Now I'm dumping
Everything I compiled from it
I swear I'm cold enough to survive the summit
Hotter than the summer, talking fire in the fucking oven
I finally done it
Done nothing, never done with it, I fucking love it
Wik Da God, boiled down to what he did
Made him who he is
To his loyal subjects, call 'em his kids
Don't know if you know my mans
But what my hand pick turn to divine plan
God damn, I'm him, you on my program
I'm just flipping channels, what you want crime, romance?
Whatever's in my mind at that time on in ten
Wik a God, not an alien, not Clark Kent
Could pick him apart, compare him to what y'all thought's best
Talking to life and death in the flesh in the same breath
Wik Da God, he bodied every bar, so the bar's the bread
The wine's the lines that I said
I'm the guy on the cross on your neck
Wik Da God
Uh, yeah
Ayy, word

I bless 'em with flames
Dip 'em with ice water, bred 'em in pain
Wik Da God, the sun won't set on his reign
Can't just give 'em a nice talking
Might start barking
Maybe little thunder, lightning storm, wet 'em with rain
If you gonna start getting light on my offerings
And feel like you giving too much neck, start neglecting my praise
Send a display
Wik Da God, end of the day
Address me by my name if you wanna get you some game
Wik Da God