Yeezus Was A Mortal Man Songtext / Lyric

Been in this game for years, it made me intelligent

Stupid niggas fade into irrelevance

I'm permanently settled in like melanin, Adamantium Skeletons

The sickness is immune to modern medicine

Fighting ancient evils on the steeples and pulpits

Now a days we call it beefing, drama, and bullshit

Most of these niggas half man but they full bitch

Wolves in the full moon only useful for smelling scents

Me I'm a predator and I'm telling ya get the fuck from around me

Before they find you in the bushes with hell of dents

This blood sport and y'all bleeding between the legs

And I'm in no need of eggs my lady got hella 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 that were smelling scents

Now get gone






I know that Yeezus was a mortal man

And, HOV ain't Jehovah, just a normal man

And, we all lambs to the slaughter

We all die, but some die harder

Which one is you?

I mean...

Is you a runner or you running shit?

Is you a fetcher or you summon shit?

I'm the definition of a martyr let my name live on

As the king without 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 tried to slide me crack

The walking dead was hunted by Feds, yo where the lively at?

Out of trouble and on the hustle where I be at

I live within the jungle and on the humble the silent cat

Louder the lion, the louder the lying

The closer these niggas get to death, and the louder the crying

Holler at me, won't get a response I'm over seas

When my phone tone change I'm gone you know my steez

See Islam Salaam is the belief

And they synonymous with bombs but I'm one over beats

But you can't box with odds 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 and praying with open hands

And bending both of your knees



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 mustn't be hard to reach

Anybody can 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

If record sales and talent was ever 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, so fuck who standing in line

You focusing on the guest list

I'm focused on my set bitch