Artist: Oddisee Album: The Beauty In All Song: Yeezus Was a Mortal Man Typed by: @Oddisee I know that Yeezus was a mortal man & HOV ain't Jahova just a normal man you see we all lambs to the slaughter we all die but some die harder which one are you, either you're a runner or run shit you a fetcher or you summon shit & I'm in the definition of a martyr let my name live on As the king without the a throne with all the honor I been in this game for years, it made me intelligent stupid niggas fade into irrelevanceI'm permanently settled in like melanin, adimentium skeleton & sickness immune to modern medicine fighting ancient evils on the steeples & pulpits but now a days, we call it beefing, drama & bullshit most of these niggas half man but the full bitch wolves on full moons that's only useful for smelling scents me I'm a predator & I'm telling you get the fuck from around me for the find you in the bushes with hell of dents this blood sport y'all only bleeding between the legs & I'm in no need of eggs my lady got full hips I'm after the presidents representing the Capitol any rapper from my residence I promise I'm better than citizen of the globe any place that I ever been I pissed on, that was for the wolves get a full sniff I know that Yeezus was a mortal man & HOV ain't Jahova just a normal man you see we all lambs to the slaughter we all die but some die harder which one are you, either you're a runner or run shit you a fetcher or you summon shit & I'm in the definition of a martyr let my name live on As the king without the a throne with all the honor Niggas want to bring the 90's back I'm still using 70's slang, that shit behind me jack Born in the 80's Ronald Reagan try to slide me crack The walking dead was hunted by Feds, yo where the lively at Out of trouble & on the hustle where I be at I live within the jungle & on the humble the silent cat louder the lion the louder the lying the closer you niggas get to death to death the louder you crying holler at me, won't get a response I'm over seas when the phone tone change then I'm gone you know the steez Islam salaam is the belief it ain't synonymous with bombs but I'm, one over beats know you can't box with odd your arms will never reach so trying to talk to god the odds you'll never speak but you could start by washing both of your feet & praying with open hands & bending both of your knees I know that Yeezus was a mortal man & HOV ain't Jahova just a normal man you see we all lambs to the slaughter we all die but some die harder which one are you, either you're a runner or run shit you a fetcher or you summon shit & I'm in the definition of a martyr let my name live on As the king without the a throne with all the honor See now a days we worship the stars that do nothing to deserve the applause that they receive we huddle below the bar sub par is the new degree with the artists that's out now guess it mustn't be hard to reach if anybody come even close to being a beast they see them selves as god or regard them selves as the chief the streets is hungry for kings, the kings are hunting for rings my nigga I don't wear jewelry so fuck who rocking a chain I'm just rocking a beat, mo I'm just doing my thing making money from rapping who claiming that talk is cheap but record sales & talent were never one in the same I'd be running the game if that rule were ever to change but this a tangible dream & I don't do it for fame I just do it for heads, I just do it for bread I don't do it for names, fuck who standing in line focusing in the guest list I'm focused on my set list