Fear of G O D. by FiveOneMPH Lyrics
[Intro] x 2
They done threw me in the deep, I ain't trip
So, I came back moving at that godspeed drift
Verse 1
Well, okay. I'm 'bout to put Red Brick on the map
Was the best kept secret, now kats's big as the bag
It's that Pro Flow, nigga. You pass Princeton for that
The difference in class, nigga. I came bridging the gap
These ain't writtens, we ain't got the same gift with the Raps
I paint pictures on ceilings I ain't reached as the pad
Remember when they told me that I'm half Kendrick? I laughed
Guess, there ain't as many who match the stats, lip or the gab
I kill the top scholars for top dollar
I pull up on opp, make him a cop-caller
Nigga, pay me a lot like you forgot commas
Or I'mma swing on your block, like you a spar boxer
Bitch, I'm the most requested from local acts
In an era where niggas don't know what's cold or whack
So they compare me to Rapping OGs that won't adapt
Ignore the fact the road that them niggas paved is a cul-de-sac
I knocked, now the doors that wouldn't kick open, I blast
The clock ticking down on your asses as you relax
Moses taught me never to keep snakes as my staff
Or live through a man, look what LeBron did to the Cavs
Man. You lost, living through glass
But maybe one day you'll blow up living through gas
And maybe I'm really chosen, nigga. Perhaps
I'm Rap's Trevor Noah and I'll black right through the cracks
Watch how I elevate through the ranks
You can make Pippen. This typa Klay needs a Durant
You're safe bets, either you played victim or live with the same sickness
But whatever aids you're getting cannot delay or save endings The Fates gave to your asses
It's that tragic. This prodigy reak's of mad havoc
Come with the Tecs like a closed caption
It's Bipolar Raps, bitch when I get the crown then I won't have it
[Bridge] x2
They done threw me in the deep, I ain't trip
So I came back moving at that godspeed drift
Verse 2
I gotta have it, fuck it. Bitch, I deserve it
If I don't get it, that will be disservice
This Christian B touching more broken hearts than an experienced surgeon
You speak it, I work it
The purpose of my verses is like preaching in sermons
I'm clean as detergents. I'm clean as a virgin
The fire in my eyes, I see through the furnace
Was underground and now I peak through the surface
I pray when these scavengers lurking
The damage ain't showing, man. I ain't bleeding or hurting
Nigga. They say that I be the dreaded Vatican savage
And while they rest like the Sabbath, the masses have gathered to witness the snapping of a catalyst, an animalistic establishment. I rattle them
Man, fuck it. I must be bad as shit
So while the lyrical gods cradle
The cynical eminent sins of a fraud, archangel who sits at the far end of the long table with bars fatal and spitting across, the cost of being the boss 'til he froths needs no cable
Man, it's all fables
I burst through the scene
Everybody's the Mike Jacksons of their dreams
But my mic could jack sons of their dreams
I spill blood your on the leaves, you fucking with me?
I pop you with ease
I'm coveted. You see these youngins? I lead
These bodies covered, oh, so Muslim they be
Roll with the punches, so Muhammad Ali
Regardless, I be weight tipping
And you're beneath me, I don't need waiting
Man, y'all fuck niggas just stay switching
You do one thing and then say different
You told me you'll never change but then you're shape-shifting
The type to swear on your graves knowing you're straight snitching
I called you brethren, you still couldn't relate with it
Don't let me catch you 'round my way slipping
You're tame. You're delayed, you've been waiting on waves like late shipments
Can't live on betrayal and be safe with it
Your self-inflation is bound to simmer down, man it's base Physics
[Bridge]
They done threw me in the deep, I ain't trip
I done came back moving at that godspeed drift
They done threw me in the deep, I ain't trip
So, I came back moving at that godspeed drift
Verse 1
Well, okay. I'm 'bout to put Red Brick on the map
Was the best kept secret, now kats's big as the bag
It's that Pro Flow, nigga. You pass Princeton for that
The difference in class, nigga. I came bridging the gap
These ain't writtens, we ain't got the same gift with the Raps
I paint pictures on ceilings I ain't reached as the pad
Remember when they told me that I'm half Kendrick? I laughed
Guess, there ain't as many who match the stats, lip or the gab
I kill the top scholars for top dollar
I pull up on opp, make him a cop-caller
Nigga, pay me a lot like you forgot commas
Or I'mma swing on your block, like you a spar boxer
Bitch, I'm the most requested from local acts
In an era where niggas don't know what's cold or whack
So they compare me to Rapping OGs that won't adapt
Ignore the fact the road that them niggas paved is a cul-de-sac
I knocked, now the doors that wouldn't kick open, I blast
The clock ticking down on your asses as you relax
Moses taught me never to keep snakes as my staff
Or live through a man, look what LeBron did to the Cavs
Man. You lost, living through glass
But maybe one day you'll blow up living through gas
And maybe I'm really chosen, nigga. Perhaps
I'm Rap's Trevor Noah and I'll black right through the cracks
Watch how I elevate through the ranks
You can make Pippen. This typa Klay needs a Durant
You're safe bets, either you played victim or live with the same sickness
But whatever aids you're getting cannot delay or save endings The Fates gave to your asses
It's that tragic. This prodigy reak's of mad havoc
Come with the Tecs like a closed caption
It's Bipolar Raps, bitch when I get the crown then I won't have it
[Bridge] x2
They done threw me in the deep, I ain't trip
So I came back moving at that godspeed drift
Verse 2
I gotta have it, fuck it. Bitch, I deserve it
If I don't get it, that will be disservice
This Christian B touching more broken hearts than an experienced surgeon
You speak it, I work it
The purpose of my verses is like preaching in sermons
I'm clean as detergents. I'm clean as a virgin
The fire in my eyes, I see through the furnace
Was underground and now I peak through the surface
I pray when these scavengers lurking
The damage ain't showing, man. I ain't bleeding or hurting
Nigga. They say that I be the dreaded Vatican savage
And while they rest like the Sabbath, the masses have gathered to witness the snapping of a catalyst, an animalistic establishment. I rattle them
Man, fuck it. I must be bad as shit
So while the lyrical gods cradle
The cynical eminent sins of a fraud, archangel who sits at the far end of the long table with bars fatal and spitting across, the cost of being the boss 'til he froths needs no cable
Man, it's all fables
I burst through the scene
Everybody's the Mike Jacksons of their dreams
But my mic could jack sons of their dreams
I spill blood your on the leaves, you fucking with me?
I pop you with ease
I'm coveted. You see these youngins? I lead
These bodies covered, oh, so Muslim they be
Roll with the punches, so Muhammad Ali
Regardless, I be weight tipping
And you're beneath me, I don't need waiting
Man, y'all fuck niggas just stay switching
You do one thing and then say different
You told me you'll never change but then you're shape-shifting
The type to swear on your graves knowing you're straight snitching
I called you brethren, you still couldn't relate with it
Don't let me catch you 'round my way slipping
You're tame. You're delayed, you've been waiting on waves like late shipments
Can't live on betrayal and be safe with it
Your self-inflation is bound to simmer down, man it's base Physics
[Bridge]
They done threw me in the deep, I ain't trip
I done came back moving at that godspeed drift