God-Hop

Hey yo you know what this is right? this is
The type of song that represents fully the vibe I'm on
Entire swarms of light adorn me
From night to morning
Yeh its not even my final form
We get it from the core base
So I really wish you wouldn't us harm for your sake
So, save the reports the "what for's" we know the score
What's the rapport between a young mind and wise allure
Whenever witnessing exquisite penmanship your forced
To distinguish it from kids who run their lip and think their lit
My spit extinguishes blazing fires so go explore
These higher heights delivered by truly yours and these vocal chords
From the ground up and sand down down to ocean floor
Get on the wave of voyaging through open sea's of thought now
Seeking stars in the heat of the night I greet Allah
Until illuminated beneath the dark at the equinox
Cold remorse just results in lonely thoughts
Don't get caught and lost in 'em open those blinds start scoping more
Cos a closed mind don't open doors
See the cloth that I'm cut from is one of haut couture
Twistello and K.A.N.A.S.U
Better recognise when the gods just blessed you

That's how we make temples
Out of plain pebbles
Turn gold out of base metals
Now feel the base, treble vibrate
Levels high
I and I
Am a rebel with his third eye on the prize

They getting all of their lyrics out of a pawn shop
You can hear it whenever we get a god hop
See the difference born in the distance
Satellite we invite all here to witness
Got no excuse whether im in or out a booth
Kanasu rap it to 'em in point of view
Picture getting bigger son you don't even know the half
Used to want my signature now they want my autograph
In 24 hours the world show a lot though
It gotta be power that show you what its about though
Every move is costly wake and bake to the morning coffee
Repeat the process kill 'em softly
Listen to it closely so you understand me
2020 version encore and throwing panties
Listen to it closely so you overstand me
2023 encore and throwing panties

That's how we make temples
Out of plain pebbles
Turn gold out of base metals
Now feel the base, treble vibrate
Levels high
I and I
Am a rebel with his third eye on the prize
That's how we make temples
Out of plain pebbles
Turn gold out of base metals
Now feel the base, treble vibrate
Levels high
I and I
Am a rebel with his third eye on the prize



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Groves
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