God Complex (Council of Nicea)

[Intro]

To me the way I, look at it

To me there's truth in everything

I just like to figure out where, it got twisted



[Verse 1]

Uh, what imma get and approachin’

I'm still striving to be the dopest till I'm decomposin’

This foolish of minor focus, I've got my money on the system

That's folding and I'm still dice rollin’

Trollin’ myself, but still I'm on the track floatin’

Titanic level of gloatin’, flow like the ocean

What's all the commotion? Punching those speaking the unspoken

Now they open waiting on the golden opus

We gave hope to the hopeless

Created rap laws like the Torah, I guess that makes me Moses

John the Baptist a rap in my flows the sixteenth

Chapel to Catholics, this is ancient mathematics

Stone temple masons, built the Vatican

Hebrew slaves built Egypt, aliens built Atlantis

My first five albums gon’ read like the Bible canon

In chronological order from surplus to famine

Burn the booth down like the great dragon

Was hurled down from Heaven and disrupted the planet

Yeah, you can get this work on the Sabbath

Gotta upgrade to savage when n***as is broke like the Ten Commandments

They stay scheming, I know my advantage

I paint pictures on life’s campus, I draw ambulances

I’m just tryna’ balance, antimatter wit’ what matters

While sippin’ Jack outta the sacred chalice



[Chorus]

S’be the realist thing I ever wrote

Will it ever reach the soul? Only heavens know

This be the realist thing I ever wrote

Will it ever reach the soul? Only heavens know

This be the realist thing I ever wrote

S’be the realist thing I ever spoke

S’be the realist thing I ever wrote

Will it ever reach the soul? Only heavens know



[Verse 2]

From ashes an’ ashes, to dust to dust

While on a road to Damascus, I stumbled on a gold rush

Mr Midas Touch, hence the influx of believers

But different worlds together like Pangea

But the slightest touch, uh, the lightest brush

I call sieges, they think lightning struck when they see it

That unadulterated true blinding your features

A sublime gloat, but I ain’t comparing myself to Jesus

It’s just hard to see a weakness

Cos’ even if I lose, my confidence increases

This is only the rough draft of my thesis

And I’m leek ahead of n***as, decent, way too much seasoning

They say I gotta God complex, well I must confess

I was made in God’s image, so no contest

Plus the melanin in my complexion sort of solidifies that connection

I humbly accept

By your hairs n***as show respect

I don’t do this for a cheque, I do this to death

Do this to my last breath



[Chorus]

This be the realist thing I ever wrote

S’be the realist thing I ever spoke

S’be be the realist thing I ever wrote

Will it ever reach the soul? Only heavens know

S’be the realist thing I ever spoke

The realist thing I ever wrote

This be the realist thing I ever spoke

Will it ever reach the soul? Only heavens know



[Outro]

You heard

You heard

You heard

Take word, take take word

Give it away, to the world

Give it away, away, away

Like get away world, a new director

A new director