All Praises Due - Natas

"Ready nig "

"Yeah"

Let me put you up on this like I roll this

I'm more than just a microphonist

Let me the f**k alone trick

Get your mail on with out me

I'll get mine no doubt

And do the p**sy all night freak

Is this the game about

We own sh*t and they done let me in to make mill

From coast to coast to rock the bill

Do this shake the hills

Set up shop on ya block here I come

Make the business move smooth with the hum

Young nation leader lead a pack a killas to enter

We sinners we finna eat yo a** for dinner

And all praises due to Gothom

I keep goin till the sun rise

Son of a gun Blaz4Me

And all praises due to Gothom

I keep goin till the sun rise

Son of a gun Blaz4Me

And all praises due to Gothom

I keep goin till the sun rise

Son of a gun Blaz4Me

And all praises due to Gothom

I keep goin till the sun rise

Son of a gun Blaz4Me

Let me tell you a famous story about a ni**a

You never heard about

Ni**a disrespect and get your mouth blew out

Straight flew out the coop check the scoop

Young boy on the microphone yes incorporated

B-boy flowin ni**a check my file

Ni**a got more rhymes than hairdressers got hairstyles

Old school new school

Legend in my own time

In fear of a black planet still on my mind

So why you diss a ni**a for a outfit

I'm tryin' not to be a toilet in the world a sh*t

And all praises due to Gothom

I keep goin till the midnight

Son of a gun Blaz4Me

And all praises due to Gothom

I keep goin till the midnight

Son of a gun Blaz4Me

And all praises due to Gothom

I keep goin till the midnight

Son of a gun Blaz4Me

And all praises due to Gothom

I keep goin till the midnight

Son of a gun Blaz4Me

Keep my name out yo mouth

Before my dick be in it

Didn't I tell you motherf**kers

I was in it to win it

Still cold as dry ice make these niggaz think twice

Droppin bombs on ya a**

Make you scream for your life

Let's get acquainted let me kick the game for ya

Bang it point blank

Frame it in the picture fame for ya

Sh*t we do is real f**k hoes pack steel

We all about our money rap on tracks for mills

And if you niggaz wanna test us

You lucky charm a** niggaz fan out slugs

Magically delicious

And all praises due to Gothom

I keep goin like all day

Son of a gun Blaz4Me

And all praises due to Gothom

I keep goin like all day

Son of a gun Blaz4Me

And all praises due to Gothom

I keep goin like all day

Son of a gun Blaz4Me

And all praises due to Gothom

I keep goin like all day

Son of a gun Blaz4Me

Yeah blasphemy would you blast for me

Cause I would blast for me

You know what I mean