The G-O-D
Aiyyo, check it out...Its Gods Son
I know I always give you clowns a little lean to come out
Cause I drop every two years...but its over now, you know? Hah
The G-O-D S-O-N
K-I-N-G O-F N-Y-C
Thats me
Is it because I got the city on smash now
Oh woe woe
Or is it because your times up and its a wrap now
Hey hey hey hey
In the papers you read that Nas is crazy
Lost his mind as he leavin Sony
The INC got him signed
Its only a figment of your imagination
Went to way with New Yorks Hot radio station
Lost my patience, had to zone out
Rappers blown out, I have the throne now
The real shall reign, I feel your pain
You R&B, follow me, spell my name
Gods Son across the belly
Pardon, Im hardly a bully
But what yall done to hip hop is scary
Nasll be truly the, last soldier to roll with
Holdin it down, my proteges are over with now
A producer like Swizz Beats, on fire
So is the control room, soon as my vocals are down
Nas - Gods Son, and yall my little children
So bounce with it, if you can pronounce the correct spellin
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