"I'm Good (Remix)" lyrics
Rakim, Kurupt & Masta Killa Lyrics
Gotti
Man
What's good?
Man, I'ma be honest with you, man, you know
I was talkin' to the homies the other day, right?
And I was like, "Damn, we doin' this thing with Rakim
He got these hammer beats"
Ra?
Yeah, I was like, "Man, I-"
We didn't even know he made beats, right?
It's crazy
I don't know, man, everybody's askin' about the God, man
He good?
That's what I heard
God MC
Uh, uh
Gonna let y'all know what's good (What?)
One (Uh)
For the block and friends assumin' where the prophet been
Barbershop rumors, beauty parlors gossipin'
"Can he still flow? (Uh) Could he still clock them M's?
Can he revolutionize hip-hop again?" (Yeah)
That's when the God catch 'em off guard and drop again (Uh-huh)
Hit the block again, deep dish, spotless rims
Cockpit dim, upholstery ostrich skin (Uh-huh)
Wood stain, wood grain, whore watchin' him
Same Rasta limp, same mobster grin
In restaurants, they serve pasta and lobster and
They spot Rakim (Uh), all class, spotless Benz (Uh-huh)
Fendi coat, Fendi hat (Uh), Fendi chocolate Timbs
When it's time to harvest, I'ma shine regardless
Plus my third eye sparklin' like my diamond charm is
Been through all kind of nonsense (Uh, uh-huh)
But still signin' contracts (Uh), signin' autographs (Uh), now I'm signin' artists
I'm good
They wanna know what's up with Ra
(They wanna know) When will they hear from the God?
(Is he good?) And can he overcome the odds? (Uh)
Still spittin' flows (Uh), rippin' shows, gettin' dough, I'm good
Is his guap game up to par?
(Do he still) Get G'd up and clutch cigars?
(And is he) Still pushin' them custom cars? (Uh)
Still gettin' dough, spinnin' chrome when I roll, I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
My words are like water, amphibious
A thousand sons and daughters, matricianist
Fill your cup with water, pure poetics
Ultramagnetic, I heard the R said it
To fiend
Before I turned sixteen, before I saw a M16 and coca leaves
I was a beast
I walked through the jungle for the feast
I got slim when at first I was obese
Cry me a river, show me what you deliver
I show you the deliverance, lyrics alter livers
I wore it on my sleeves, war and disease
Communities infested like ticks and fleas
I spread terror, original hip-hop era
Where you look and see yourself like a million mirrors
I am God (MC)
Junior, I learned all this shit from the R (From the R)
They wanna know what's up with Ra
(They wanna know) When will they hear from the God?
(Is he good?) And can he overcome the odds? (Uh)
Still spittin' flows (Uh), rippin' shows, gettin' dough, I'm good
Is his guap game up to par?
(Do he still) Get G'd up and clutch cigars?
(And is he) Still pushin' them custom cars? (Uh)
Still gettin' dough, spinnin' chrome when I roll, I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
Take a thought and multiply it, born back to knowledge
Big money talk, ears listen, the ninja steps quiet
We let the others go first and you still miss the relevance
And undisputed evidence of God's intelligence
This is a Godfather family affair, shine blindin' stares
Stiflin' glare, the drip tailor-made to fit
Only made men stand here to politick
Sideliners whisper in hopes to get a glimpse of
What's real is so rare
Elusive, I keep it exclusive, all bare
And I ain't even sharein' the oxygen if I'm boxed in
Supremely, I'm holdin' my square
The upper echelons, mob ties, restaurants, dishwash the money trail
From sold out arenas, fans fill the bleachers
Information builds until the brain fills and spills
We're paid in full, righteous teachers
Yeah, yeah (Ra)
They wanna know what's up with Ra
(They wanna know) When will they hear from the God?
(Is he good?) And can he overcome the odds? (Uh)
Still spittin' flows (Uh), rippin' shows, gettin' dough, I'm good
Is his guap game up to par?
(Do he still) Get G'd up and clutch cigars?
(And is he) Still pushin' them custom cars? (Uh)
Still gettin' dough, spinnin' chrome when I roll, I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
Flow still bang like a ratchet do (Bah, bah, bah)
Form a gang like it hang on the avenue (What up? What up? What up?)
Vocabulary slang like crack do (What you do?)
Fiend like an addict do 'til I bring it back for you (Right here, right-)
It ain't the royalties that bring me royalty
It's the lyrics (Uh), the love, and the loyalty (Uh-huh)
Number-one rule in the hood is we all rulers
And winnin' feel good, so we sore losers
The truth is it hurts to fail (Uh), bein' broke hurt for real
Earth is hell, you either go to work or jail
Money talk (Uh), I learned that from Bird McNeil
Keep talkin' 'til every word is worth a mil' (Yeah)
The goal is money, 50, Diddy, Hova money (Uh-huh)
Face and Sosa money (Uh-huh), Russell and Oprah money (Uh)
Johnson, Jordan, Bill Gates holdin' money (Uh-huh)
Then put it in a steel safe like it's stolen money
I'm good
They wanna know what's up with Ra
(They wanna know) When will they hear from the God?
(Is he good?) And can he overcome the odds? (Uh)
Still spittin' flows (Uh), rippin' shows, gettin' dough, I'm good
Is his guap game up to par?
(Do he still) Get G'd up and clutch cigars?
(And is he) Still pushin' them custom cars? (Uh)
Still gettin' dough, spinnin' chrome when I roll, I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
Man
What's good?
Man, I'ma be honest with you, man, you know
I was talkin' to the homies the other day, right?
And I was like, "Damn, we doin' this thing with Rakim
He got these hammer beats"
Ra?
Yeah, I was like, "Man, I-"
We didn't even know he made beats, right?
It's crazy
I don't know, man, everybody's askin' about the God, man
He good?
That's what I heard
God MC
Uh, uh
Gonna let y'all know what's good (What?)
One (Uh)
For the block and friends assumin' where the prophet been
Barbershop rumors, beauty parlors gossipin'
"Can he still flow? (Uh) Could he still clock them M's?
Can he revolutionize hip-hop again?" (Yeah)
That's when the God catch 'em off guard and drop again (Uh-huh)
Hit the block again, deep dish, spotless rims
Cockpit dim, upholstery ostrich skin (Uh-huh)
Wood stain, wood grain, whore watchin' him
Same Rasta limp, same mobster grin
In restaurants, they serve pasta and lobster and
They spot Rakim (Uh), all class, spotless Benz (Uh-huh)
Fendi coat, Fendi hat (Uh), Fendi chocolate Timbs
When it's time to harvest, I'ma shine regardless
Plus my third eye sparklin' like my diamond charm is
Been through all kind of nonsense (Uh, uh-huh)
But still signin' contracts (Uh), signin' autographs (Uh), now I'm signin' artists
I'm good
They wanna know what's up with Ra
(They wanna know) When will they hear from the God?
(Is he good?) And can he overcome the odds? (Uh)
Still spittin' flows (Uh), rippin' shows, gettin' dough, I'm good
Is his guap game up to par?
(Do he still) Get G'd up and clutch cigars?
(And is he) Still pushin' them custom cars? (Uh)
Still gettin' dough, spinnin' chrome when I roll, I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
My words are like water, amphibious
A thousand sons and daughters, matricianist
Fill your cup with water, pure poetics
Ultramagnetic, I heard the R said it
To fiend
Before I turned sixteen, before I saw a M16 and coca leaves
I was a beast
I walked through the jungle for the feast
I got slim when at first I was obese
Cry me a river, show me what you deliver
I show you the deliverance, lyrics alter livers
I wore it on my sleeves, war and disease
Communities infested like ticks and fleas
I spread terror, original hip-hop era
Where you look and see yourself like a million mirrors
I am God (MC)
Junior, I learned all this shit from the R (From the R)
They wanna know what's up with Ra
(They wanna know) When will they hear from the God?
(Is he good?) And can he overcome the odds? (Uh)
Still spittin' flows (Uh), rippin' shows, gettin' dough, I'm good
Is his guap game up to par?
(Do he still) Get G'd up and clutch cigars?
(And is he) Still pushin' them custom cars? (Uh)
Still gettin' dough, spinnin' chrome when I roll, I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
Take a thought and multiply it, born back to knowledge
Big money talk, ears listen, the ninja steps quiet
We let the others go first and you still miss the relevance
And undisputed evidence of God's intelligence
This is a Godfather family affair, shine blindin' stares
Stiflin' glare, the drip tailor-made to fit
Only made men stand here to politick
Sideliners whisper in hopes to get a glimpse of
What's real is so rare
Elusive, I keep it exclusive, all bare
And I ain't even sharein' the oxygen if I'm boxed in
Supremely, I'm holdin' my square
The upper echelons, mob ties, restaurants, dishwash the money trail
From sold out arenas, fans fill the bleachers
Information builds until the brain fills and spills
We're paid in full, righteous teachers
Yeah, yeah (Ra)
They wanna know what's up with Ra
(They wanna know) When will they hear from the God?
(Is he good?) And can he overcome the odds? (Uh)
Still spittin' flows (Uh), rippin' shows, gettin' dough, I'm good
Is his guap game up to par?
(Do he still) Get G'd up and clutch cigars?
(And is he) Still pushin' them custom cars? (Uh)
Still gettin' dough, spinnin' chrome when I roll, I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
Flow still bang like a ratchet do (Bah, bah, bah)
Form a gang like it hang on the avenue (What up? What up? What up?)
Vocabulary slang like crack do (What you do?)
Fiend like an addict do 'til I bring it back for you (Right here, right-)
It ain't the royalties that bring me royalty
It's the lyrics (Uh), the love, and the loyalty (Uh-huh)
Number-one rule in the hood is we all rulers
And winnin' feel good, so we sore losers
The truth is it hurts to fail (Uh), bein' broke hurt for real
Earth is hell, you either go to work or jail
Money talk (Uh), I learned that from Bird McNeil
Keep talkin' 'til every word is worth a mil' (Yeah)
The goal is money, 50, Diddy, Hova money (Uh-huh)
Face and Sosa money (Uh-huh), Russell and Oprah money (Uh)
Johnson, Jordan, Bill Gates holdin' money (Uh-huh)
Then put it in a steel safe like it's stolen money
I'm good
They wanna know what's up with Ra
(They wanna know) When will they hear from the God?
(Is he good?) And can he overcome the odds? (Uh)
Still spittin' flows (Uh), rippin' shows, gettin' dough, I'm good
Is his guap game up to par?
(Do he still) Get G'd up and clutch cigars?
(And is he) Still pushin' them custom cars? (Uh)
Still gettin' dough, spinnin' chrome when I roll, I'm good (Yeah, yeah)
