Chorus:



When a motherfucker steps out his place

And gets slapped in his motherfuckin face

Just because the motherfucker tried to base

The G.O.D., the G.O.D.



And while I see his whole click passes by

Motherfuckers think they qualify

And for those niggaz want to try

The G.O.D., the G.O.D.



Verse One:



Yo

I'm not caught up in politics

I'm no black activist on a so-called scholar's dick

I come through with the Wu and drop math

And versatile freestyles bombs and phonographs

and deliver, all things and other in weight

searched to death, on how living things relate

Cause at a young age, I was molded in a religion I relied on

and got caught up in superstition

Scared to split pole, duck black cats

Once in a while, threw salt over my back

But with knowledge of self from off the shelf

Made things seemed complicated now small like elves

So turn off the lights light a candle, and have a seance

Pull the lid off the Dean Martin scandal

Witches warlocks spooks and holy ghosts

RZA lets defraud the host



Chorus



Verse Two:



We were on the same ship when the slaves were checked

I had to pull your card you was on the top deck

So I plotted my escape, I saw the Thin Line Between Love and Hate

And fast from the hog on the plate

I suffered brutal pains, from whips and chains

Punishments that were set to wash the brain

So look listen observe and also respect this jewel

drawed up, di-tect and reflect this

light I shine, that cause my power to be find

through the truth, which manifest through eternal minds

Purified gases and masses the same elements

that helped spark civilization classes

I se