"Find God" lyrics
(feat. Intell & Iron Mic)
Uh yeah
Let me light this up so I can see what I'm thinking about (Yeah, right, I'm in, I'm here)
Uh (You either grind hard or find God
They say grind hard or find God)
Wu Tang, Meth Lab 3
(Grind hard or find God, ha!
I did both, let's go)
[Method Mad:]
Yo. I need a minute let me move suh
Love Wu Tang but my favourite member, U-God
That double u squad just as jazzy as Utah
Move em out no U-Haul middle finger to you all (rah)
My vocal pitch right switch came up a screw ball
Curve you with the change up like, I never knew y'all
Racking up, chalk up the stakes then tap your cue ball
One shot peel in your ROOF, sound like a cute dog
Step sure, dog collar where your neck go
Cret flow I flip a dollar with no net though
Explode, I hit the target where the X go
My ex though, left at the exit with no XO (uh)
Take all the credit I'm a klepto-
Maniac, just trying to take it back I'm (retro)
Your head bobbin 'cause your neck know
Now keep it moving on your left Mr Meth (yo)
[Intell:]
Back again Smith, with the avatars time to bend this
Beat, like I'm filling in the seat, at the dentist
Defeat, will reinforce heat from apprentice
Now Donald gotta duck 'cause these quackers want attention
Not to mention if you bitter just fall back from me
Run up in your state cap just all casually
You don't want to go to war I'm raw actually
Spitting since thirteen think the lord passed my genes
Superhuman intelligence upper echelon veterans
The squad will stampede when he seen us riding elephants
Hard to get a ticket Ms Perez David Letterman
Leave her with a cleaver and I'm coming for my measurements
Rock star came from getting shot man I've got four
Pop stars, wanting me to lick 'em like a pop tart
Rock hard when I rock the beat flip your cop car
Popped y'all smoking on the finest and it's not yours
Kick your lower back oh my goodness that's a lumbar
Set your arm on fire when you realise that's a gun bar
Hip-hop offence, mask on yelling, "En garde!"
So let's not pretend, that I'm not here to win
[Iron Mic:]
Yo, you either grind hard or find God I did both (let's go)
I ain't talking about a pack when I ask who wants smoke (uh uh)
Careful what comes out of your mouth you might choke (that's right)
Make sure you prepare when you come across the both of us
[Intell:]
Ay yo where the fuck are you going Iron Mic get the fuck back here and finish this
[Iron Mic:]
Yo
When I walk through the hood I part the sea like Noah
Bow down bitches, move cause y'all know us (let's go)
I'm the lieutenant these niggas is my soldiers (I am)
Your bitch licking dick in the back of the Rover (OK)
You know Iron Mic be hitting like Balboa (that's right)
My niggas got heat I'm spitting the flame thrower (woo)
My bars be real like son from Cypress Hill
Hit em with the kufi on and called it a righteous kill (OK OK)
You set the trap but me I trap for real
Only fuck bitches whose pussy smell like a daffodil (yeah)
You ride in a hired you cry and defy
I'm the absolute truth, you niggas is all lying (let's go)
More fire you niggas got Alzheimer's (that's right)
You fucking with the greats these apes are all giants (all of 'em)
I'm so New York the flow the talk
The golden child with the knife in the chosen boy
Yo, you either grind hard or find God I did both (let's go)
I ain't talking about a pack when I ask who wants smoke (uh uh)
Careful what comes out of your mouth you might choke (that's right)
Make sure you prepare when you come across the both of us
Let me light this up so I can see what I'm thinking about (Yeah, right, I'm in, I'm here)
Uh (You either grind hard or find God
They say grind hard or find God)
Wu Tang, Meth Lab 3
(Grind hard or find God, ha!
I did both, let's go)
[Method Mad:]
Yo. I need a minute let me move suh
Love Wu Tang but my favourite member, U-God
That double u squad just as jazzy as Utah
Move em out no U-Haul middle finger to you all (rah)
My vocal pitch right switch came up a screw ball
Curve you with the change up like, I never knew y'all
Racking up, chalk up the stakes then tap your cue ball
One shot peel in your ROOF, sound like a cute dog
Step sure, dog collar where your neck go
Cret flow I flip a dollar with no net though
Explode, I hit the target where the X go
My ex though, left at the exit with no XO (uh)
Take all the credit I'm a klepto-
Maniac, just trying to take it back I'm (retro)
Your head bobbin 'cause your neck know
Now keep it moving on your left Mr Meth (yo)
[Intell:]
Back again Smith, with the avatars time to bend this
Beat, like I'm filling in the seat, at the dentist
Defeat, will reinforce heat from apprentice
Now Donald gotta duck 'cause these quackers want attention
Not to mention if you bitter just fall back from me
Run up in your state cap just all casually
You don't want to go to war I'm raw actually
Spitting since thirteen think the lord passed my genes
Superhuman intelligence upper echelon veterans
The squad will stampede when he seen us riding elephants
Hard to get a ticket Ms Perez David Letterman
Leave her with a cleaver and I'm coming for my measurements
Rock star came from getting shot man I've got four
Pop stars, wanting me to lick 'em like a pop tart
Rock hard when I rock the beat flip your cop car
Popped y'all smoking on the finest and it's not yours
Kick your lower back oh my goodness that's a lumbar
Set your arm on fire when you realise that's a gun bar
Hip-hop offence, mask on yelling, "En garde!"
So let's not pretend, that I'm not here to win
[Iron Mic:]
Yo, you either grind hard or find God I did both (let's go)
I ain't talking about a pack when I ask who wants smoke (uh uh)
Careful what comes out of your mouth you might choke (that's right)
Make sure you prepare when you come across the both of us
[Intell:]
Ay yo where the fuck are you going Iron Mic get the fuck back here and finish this
[Iron Mic:]
Yo
When I walk through the hood I part the sea like Noah
Bow down bitches, move cause y'all know us (let's go)
I'm the lieutenant these niggas is my soldiers (I am)
Your bitch licking dick in the back of the Rover (OK)
You know Iron Mic be hitting like Balboa (that's right)
My niggas got heat I'm spitting the flame thrower (woo)
My bars be real like son from Cypress Hill
Hit em with the kufi on and called it a righteous kill (OK OK)
You set the trap but me I trap for real
Only fuck bitches whose pussy smell like a daffodil (yeah)
You ride in a hired you cry and defy
I'm the absolute truth, you niggas is all lying (let's go)
More fire you niggas got Alzheimer's (that's right)
You fucking with the greats these apes are all giants (all of 'em)
I'm so New York the flow the talk
The golden child with the knife in the chosen boy
Yo, you either grind hard or find God I did both (let's go)
I ain't talking about a pack when I ask who wants smoke (uh uh)
Careful what comes out of your mouth you might choke (that's right)
Make sure you prepare when you come across the both of us
