| My name is, | |
| Maxi Jazz and I ain't no joke, | |
| I make you choke on the mic, | |
| When I go for broke, | |
| When I come into a jam I tear off my shirt, | |
| I have no knowledge of fear, cause I'm hear to do work. | |
| Uh, | |
| Yeah, | |
| Watch me ride.. | |
| Take my words and the bass | |
| Taste and then swallow me | |
| No chasing the devil | |
| Cause you're level if you follow me | |
| For quality, and I make no apology | |
| For linking my thinking with computer technology | |
| 'Cause this is like a modern day hymn, | |
| For the new church, I search for the truth, | |
| I got a hole in my tooth, I'm uncouth, yes sir. | |
| I'm from a street university where we, | |
| Learn to earn even in times of adversity. | |
| And I would find the easy way out of a hard time, | |
| Petty crimes, some time but now I'm inclined to find | |
| A fresh direction, kiss me neck, check out the funky section | |
| 'Cause this is the part where I start to rip up words | |
| A comfort coming straight from my heart, | |
| I'm not a mystic, | |
| My views are realistic, | |
| Simplistic, | |
| One special brew I get pissed quick | |
| And get sick so I don't do it no more | |
| I won't find peace of mind | |
| Rolling around on the floor | |
| The point I want to make is | |
| you can never escape from your fate | |
| The mistake is to take without giving | |
| From within, You wanna know how I'm living, | |
| I'm cool.. | |
| I'm looking after myself, | |
| And I would never put wealth before my spirit, | |
| I feel it's unhealthy | |
| The devil creep around ya, so stealthy stealthy | |
| 'Til you get bold, rush the gold | |
| And before your much older, your soul is sold | |
| And where's it gettin ya? | |
| Competition starts swearing ya | |
| Golddiggers setting you up | |
| Soon be forgetting your existence | |
| Do ya need a for instance | |
| I hafta admire your persistence | |
| In sticking to a game plan, | |
| That brings ya pain man, | |
| And at the end of the day nothing is gained. | |
| So listen to the voice within | |
| I'll see ya later, | |
| Pay heed to the Grand Oral Disseminator. | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Quiet, still, you feel there's nothing going on | |
| Until you realize the space behind your eyes | |
| Is filling up with something like peace | |
| As your thoughts cease and | |
| Pleasure grows in your soul. | |
| I ain't a Christian, sometimes I feel like dissin' 'em | |
| But listen, I'm just tryin' to tell you, what I know | |
| If you could, once relax | |
| Chill to the max, these words on wax | |
| Would cause sweet bells to ring in your soul | |
| If I say God is alive I know you wanna know why | |
| Babies die, food don't grow, why trains smash, planes crash | |
| Situation mash and slam bam your fellow man | |
| Money's in fashion, huh, it ain't rational, | |
| Because damn it, he didn't just give us the planet | |
| And its wealth, deep inside your soul he left a piece of himself | |
| The lord is in here. His voice is small. | |
| You keep lying and trying, | |
| Denying the call From inside | |
| You can't hide responsibility | |
| So decide from today just how it's going to be, | |
| Thou shalt have no other god but me, | |
| He can set you free, see | |
| But you have to listen, | |
| Now who's that false idol | |
| I see you kissing | |
| Money, success and untold wealth, good health | |
| And all you have to do is love yourself. | |
| It's a fact you'll attract all the things that you lack, | |
| So just chill | |
| And get off the racetrack | |
| And take a pace back, face facts, | |
| It's your decision, | |
| You don't need eyes to see, | |
| You need vision, | |
| Continue to view the lord as being separated | |
| And You're living a lie that's been perpetrated, | |
| For many centuries, I wanna mention these facts in my rap | |
| Huh, I don't sing. | |
| But I want to share the peace that they bring, | |
| My name is G.O.D. | |
| The Grand Oral Disseminator |
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