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[HOOK]
Swear to God this not even GOD MODE
Triple Six on the Barcode
Even if the demons start their creeping when I’m breathing on the beat
I beast them with the hard flow
(x2)
[Verse 1:]
A rhyme a day, kept my demons at bay
Lost Angels in the City of LA
What’s a dream if you got nothing to pave
You lose a day, you’re drifting away
First was silent, now there’s shit to say
I’ve been quiet, now I’m ready to spray
I’ve paid my dues, now it’s time they pay
I’m only spitting when there’s rhymes to say
God knows, not even GOD MODE
Everything’s Relative like your Uncle
When you heard that I betchya couldn’t label
Got that Steez, mad steads in my stable
I’ll never tell no fable
Biblical like Cain and Abel
Hustle but the Cane enables
Spread my love, cheese for them bagels
Satanic verses, I spit them possessed
Everything I do, I do in excess
Her senses got her feeling obsessed
POMPOUS acting like my shit is the best
Listen closely, put it to the test
I flip that hate and lay it to rest
They’re still making attempts nonetheless
With no real shots they’re just hurting themselves
(just hurting themselves)
(just hurting themselves)
Pushing the limits of what I can do
I hit the ground running, Yabadabadoo
I got the touch, you be like Midas who?
Bet they don’t got the slightest clue
Lines over their head, Electric with the lead
Am I talking pencils, or how they’re almost dead
Dead Inside, talking Hollow Men
Just a buncha lambs that be Following
Not even grown sheep, tricking like Halloween
Treat em off the jump, Trampoline
On what my people slang, Gasoline
Got the Drive and a Gangsta Lean
[HOOK]
Swear to God this not even GOD MODE
Triple Six on the Barcode
Even if the demons start their creeping when I’m breathing on the beat
I beast them with the hard flow
(x2)
[Verse 2:]
Fuck Boys can’t respect the hustle
Fuck that though I’m no longer humble
All these words got their jimmies rustled
All these birds got their feathers ruffled
I Walk the Line, but never stumble
Got mad struggles, but never troubled
Got Three Eyes still seeing Double
Looking at you looking so befuddled
GOD MODE, they’re looking like barcodes
Pot Roast Beef got that Mars Flow
You feel this shit, call it Morse Code
Where I come up with it, Lord Knows
I spit dope while they snort Coke
Record, even with a hoarse throat
Kenny Powers minus Cornrows
Por El Pollo we going Loco
Putting these chips, Frito Lay
Hating on my craft but this Monet
Acting like they know me, this yo name
Getting so big now, Ricky Rozay
POMPOUS on your mind when you hear these polar rhymes
PILOT in the sky with that heat and solar shine
[HOOK]
Swear to God this not even GOD MODE
Triple Six on the Barcode
Even if the demons start their creeping when I’m breathing on the beat
I beast them with the hard flow
(x2)
Outro:
God Knows, not even GOD MODE
God Knows, not even GOD MODE
God Knows, not even GOD MODE
God Knows, not even GOD MODE
God Knows, not even GOD MODE
God Knows, not even GOD MODE
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