G.O.O.D

Woo, yeah, Toronto, uh Pittsburgh Ladies and gentlemen, if you a hip-hop fan, then you're in very Good Company Cause I'm about to present to you, what I love to do, and how I love to be it Ayo, who you know better than Jaxx? Riddle me that, huh Y'all need to know where I'm lyrically at I superseed super-lyrical, transcend-phenomenal Deposit hot pieces of lead in your abdominal Comical dudes talkin' like they can't be touched Til the brother with the left cross, make they lungs erupt Listen, game time is over, and right now, see the moment at hand And hear the graphic chemistry that's takin' over the land That's me creatin' classics, one hand at a time If your whole squad playin' to rhyme, tell them to quit it They can't hold a candle to mines easily I dismantle Anyone plannin' to chime, the talent ample I shine And when I press my shit, engineers call me a vandal Treat my CD like nitroglycerin Yeah, that's how to handle my rhymes, yamean I'm G-O-O-D, that's me It's a must I bust any mic you hand to me God Cypher Cypher Divine, yamean Boom, boom, proceed with the shot melody G-O-O-D, that's me It's a must I bust any mic you hand to me Ayatollah and the Fundamental, we Good Company Yo, yo, intelligent hoodlum, mask on face Time or money, something Jaxx don't waste So I hit the booth, at least two tracks in an hour I make the pop screen pop, microphone collapse and cower I gather power from the pen then I shower you with gems It's the champion sound from the city of champs With the PPG power and the pen hatin' on me us bitch So let the envy just devour you within, ha, it saves me work I'm so full of myself, I can't eat no more And your block lookin' like a smorgasbord Ha, ha, lucky for y'all, this is hip-hop, and I ain't comin' to ball My uncle's taped in the lab, knockin' rappers off a beat So open mic or in the streets, if I like what I hear, then I'm comin' for y'all I'm just as heavy as the steel as I am in the dot So the heavier the steel, then the bigger the dot I'm G-O-O-D, that's me It's a must I bust any mic you hand to me God Cypher Cypher Divine, yamean Boom, boom, proceed with the shot melody G-O-O-D, that's me It's a must I bust any mic you hand to me Ayatollah and the Fundamental, we Good Company Yo, yo, seven-15-15, numeral four Out the door, it's established that I'm better than y'all Humbly speaking, that is, talent seepin' out of my pores So why try keepin' it in, I get busy like James in his heyday Make way for the Ayatollah, J.A, double-pummeled, tracks to sawdust You can tell the cyphers I hit MCS mouths hangin' on their jaws crushed, chicks see me Pants tighten and bras bust, y'all just keep the hatin' consistent I love baskin' in it, it match well with my skin tone Metaphors and ad-libs got me feelin' like my name Kimbo Straight hoodies and jeans with a scuff pair of Timbos We can find out if you're hard-bodied when I split bones Atoms and nebulas tear apart at the seams W hen I start garnishing team, yamean I'm G-O-O-D, that's me It's a must I bust any mic you hand to me God Cypher Cypher Divine, yamean Boom, boom, proceed with the shot melody G-O-O-D, that's me It's a must I bust any mic you hand to me Ayatollah and the Fundamental, we Good Company