Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Young Godz , by - Young JusticeRelease date: 26.06.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Young Godz |
| Check it out |
| Uh-uh-uh-uh, one-two, one-two, baby |
| Young Dirty, uh baby, Justice, I like this |
| Young Lord baby, Brand Nu, Killa Beez |
| I watch Star Wars, just to see Yoda |
| My thoughts get iller, as I get older |
| A young soldier, since I was pushed in the stroller |
| My first days of writing was with the paint roller |
| Skills more advanced than you fake MC’s |
| Numbers of casualties, increase gradually |
| As you challenge me, the ultimate |
| J-U-S-T, I-C-E, G-O-D, Godbody |
| More than a hobby, that ran through my body |
| Petite from a comb with a rhyme that’s knotty |
| And blast like a shotty, for those who act snotty |
| Tryin' stop me, poisonous injected, neck protected |
| Styles is reckless, I’m creepin' MC’s when ya least expect it |
| Expect it |
| Niggas think they kill phantom, but I killed classic |
| Shoot automatic, strapped to straight jackets |
| Killing massive, bodies disappearing like flashes |
| They ask the Young Dirty when it matters |
| I keep on stashing, Killa' Bee, I keep on stabbing |
| Something like a fashion, it’s a warning |
| Wake up from your snoring, Dirty bout to get on it |
| On and on, on and on, switching form |
| It’s on and on, Bush covered as the day go on |
| Indirect shot, meet the block, two for the hour |
| Cops come in, nigga, yes I will devour |
| Blood dripping out talent, knowledge one more hour |
| High, shots to the heartbeat, fast like fifty darts |
| Hitman killing smart, they blood turn to form of melting rotten |
| Niggas scattering like retards, where I live, you can find bodies in K-Mart |
| Pushing shopping carts, I got killing points, with |
| Yo, it’s the Young Lord, you know the one your wiz run toward |
| Battle it out, and my tongue is the sword |
| I run in a code with Supreme Mathematics |
| Anyone get in my way, they catch static |
| Electrons, neutrons and protons |
| I’m thirteen, I give you one to grow on |
| I keep flowing, like so on and so on |
| It’s showtime, and we about to go on |
| Little Lord J, Young Dirty, Young Just' |
| Ain’t nobody messing with us |
| Study ya lessons, 'cause they a blessing |
| That keep you manifesting and not guessing |
| It’s a song how I deal oppression |
| King Kong got nothing on me, I’m, something to see |
| From Brand Nubian to the Wu Killa Bee |
| It’s the Young Gods, yes, G-O-D |