Artist: Jesse West f/ RZA, True Love Everlasting Album: True Love Everlasting (Single) Song: True Love Everlasting Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Jesse West (True Love Everlasting)] What's your name, son? (I'm True Love Everlasting) Are you a thug or a God? (I'm God) Peace, son (peace) All my peeps need to eat, so Bless the mic when you ready to speak [True Love Everlasting] Now the Gods walk the streets, the same as the next man We say "Peace", and give niggas pound and spark land We see the overall picture, and rush to make plans While you put your life right, into the next man hand Survival of the fittest, mad ghetto, hard hitters New York City's finest, greatest rhyme spitters When it come to this game of life, they all beginning Playing in the game of death, they all winners Them niggas start selling they ass to eat dinners They don't care, they going all out, they all sinners I guess they said 'fuck it', once the Devil jumped in us We can let his ass do what he want, until he finished The Gods give us gas to, when we have to But we don't put that, on every track, that we rap to We could still build and spark L's, when we come back, dude But if you sling shots, we sling 'em right back at you [Chorus: Jesse West (RZA)] What's your name, son? (Eighteen, Twenty-six, One) Are you a thug or a God? (God Cypher Divine) Peace, son (peace) All my peeps need to eat, so Bless the mic when you ready to speak [RZA] Yo, yo, Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah, never reneggin' Don't fuck with the dead pigeons or pigskin You fuckin' fake, 85 percent snake Derelict ass bitch, you dead weight Ain't no fire escape in hell, every devil ain't pale I blast like H.G. Wells: "War of the Worlds" Allah is Lord of all, you sure to fall Collapse like the Berlin Wall, while I'm hurlin' ya'll Lightin' bolts, by writin' quotes Strikin' jolts that frightenin' adults From A to Zig-Zag, you get smacked, bitch, thrown into a shitbag Bust like the spermbag, because your germ had You on some fake thug Drunk from the drink and gassed up by the drug Wrong analysis: kidney shot cause dialysis While the Gods rebuildin' Jerusalem, living inside golden palaces [Chorus: Jesse West] What's your name, son? (Jess West from the beam) Are you a thug or a God? (I'm G-O-D, son) Peace, son (peace) All my peeps need to eat, so (true that) Bless the mic when you ready to speak [Jesse West] Now when I drop degrees, 85 percent freeze I bomb 'em with no problem, when they ease up I squeeze off, I represent for O.G.'s Who lay up in the cut, save that, roll trees Used to flip bricks, and shit, sold d's Did a bid, came home, switched my whole steeze I'm only in the game, to win more cheese And you thugs who ain't show me no love, can hold these My game Trump tight like Biggie and Lil' Cease I reign on MC's like Wu-Tang Killa Beez I got peeps that hold heaters, cuz they need that And ain't scared to roll either, thinking something sweeter Cats roll up, they say West, is you the hardest? I say "Do Method Man know where the buddha spot is?" Do 24/7 get paid regardless? They try hard but couldn't stop it, when we dropped this [Chorus: Jesse West] What's your name, son? Are you a thug or a God? Peace, son All my peeps need to eat, so Bless the mic when you ready to speak