Lute
So Help Me God
[Verse 1: Phonte]
They say they want bars but it's unfounded
Cause when they get bars, n***as be dumbfounded
My mind is clear and the vision is unclouded
Cap gun rappin', where the fuck's the gunpowder?
Chuck D said, "My Uzi weighs a ton," now it’s
Time to go the distance in a ring full of one-rounders
Still pacin', still gracin' hard beats
Ever since y’all car seats was still rear facin'

[Hook: Phonte]
Listen, I murder you n***as
So help me God, I murder you n***as
So help me God, I murder you n***as
So help me God, I murder you n***as
Just as a courtesy, better call the insurgency
Never should’ve alerted me, nah, I murder you n***as
So help me God, I murder you n***as
So help me God, I murder you n***as
So help me God, I murder you n***as

[Verse 2: Phonte]
Ayo, I was laying back, cool, calm, collect
With my man Mike off of 2nd and Carondelet
If Atlas shrugged so he could give his arms a rest
I figured I could take the time to let my mind wander yet
Y'all scorin' a game that I don't care about
'Cause if you ain't droppin' that cheap, weakened shit
Every week and shit then they wonder 'bout your whereabouts
I will clothesline a n***a and air it out
'Cause time is precious and my peace of mind is paramount
Look, man, we are not in concert
This is not a game n***a, we are not in Contra
I'm a kill shit, I'ma be a silent monster
That will shit to happen like he Tio Salamanca
Bogart ya whole shit like we in Casablanca
In the good times, they'll be quick to fall through
But in the bad times, no, they don’t recall you
That’s why no one makes it out sane, this game'll get all you
Drive you apeshit just so they can Jane Goodall you, no
I am Hugh Masekela meets Masta Killa
Your OG's OG, just ask the n***a
Audioslave with a mastermind
Any wall of sound Tigallo vandalize
Dawg, I am no tap dancer, tip-toein' audio lap dancer
Soundin' like rap cancer metastasized
It’s wrong, it’s cruel, it’s fuckin' infanticide
A man with eyes that still see through pretenders
New Year's through December, long as you remember
That I'll fuckin' murder you n***as
[Hook: Lute]
So help me God, I murder you n***as
So help me God, I murder you n***as
So help me God, I murder you n***as
Know that you heard of me, it’s a state of emergency
Ungodly flow, somebody shoulda converted you n***as
So help me God, I murder you n***as
So help me God, I murder you n***as
So help me God, I murder you n***as

[Outro]
To process new information
You're only as old as your ability to process new information
You're only as old as your ability to process new information
You're only as old as your ability to process new information
You're only as old as your ability to process new information
You are only as old as your ability to process new information
You are only as old as your ability to process new information