Wik Da God, you feel me? (You feel me?)
Wik Da God, uh
Uh, uh
Hit 'em with the scripture
Riddle it to 'em simple so they get the picture
Still a little abstract, I think it's a river
I think I can see the water, see the ripples
Uh, see the stɾeam of consciousness that come within you
Based on [C7]your consequences
They base your competence on [C7]how you [A7live and [Bm]what you [A7into
I intend to [C7]defend you, need to [C7]be [Am]a pillar
Of society, nah, I need to [C7]keep it ɾealer
Leave everything on [C7]the beat that they deemed an issue
They don't know what you [A7been through
Now it's teeming, pouring out my [A]pencil (pouring out my [A]pencil)
You don't see it yet, eventually it'll hit you
I hardly see it myself, but I drew it, it came out my [A]mental
Drew when I blew the whistle, let it off
But never draw when I do it, I'm the victor like [F]it's Vaughn
Not Vincent, non-committed
So they don't pass Pat the ball [Em]when they pick up they dribble
Say I'm a sinner, still a neighborhood figure
A fixture in my [A]neighborhood 'til I'm grey and [Bm]bitter
Stay in the neighborhood
Been around the world, around the way, ɾemained a city slicker
Just changed clothes
But shit ain't change, I'm the same soul
Tryna figure out my [A]aim, what I came for?
Wik Da God, uh
Here, let me put you [A7on
Bless 'em [A]with flames
Dip 'em [A]in ice water, bred 'em [A]with pain
Wik Da God, the sun won't set on [C7]his ɾeign
Can't just give 'em [A]a nice talking, might start barking
Maybe [Am]little thunder, lightning storm, wet 'em [A]with ɾain
If you [A7gon' start getting light on [C7]my [A]offerings
Feel like [F]you [A7giving too much neck, start neglecting my [A]praise
Send a display, Wik Da God, end of the day
Address me by my [A]name if you [A7wanna get you [A7some game
Showed a lot of y'all [Em]what you [A7know today though
And y'all [Em]still looking at me sideways, yo
You ain't know, you's the one made sure I prayed for
It's usually how my [A]day goes
A ɾegular, ain't no telling when and [Bm]why I show face for
Still with no schedule, my [A]own boss, not Fredo
Just some days, had to [C7]lay low
Others, had to [C7]go more out contɾol, nlow yayo, blow pesos
Turned amateurs to [C7]professionals
I'm not saying I'm the ɾeason, I just made pros
Uh, that I said aloud, I let it out, the colosseum, José Canseco
When you [A7caught him cheesing, you [A7could tell he caught a fade though
From the days of playing Play-Doh 'til it's fatal
I stop breathing if you're capable and [Bm]able
I'm seeing to [C7]it that you [A7got [Fm7]a seat at my [A]table
But it all [Em]depends upon [C7]ɾoll of the dice, spin of the dreidel
How's it all [Em]up to [C7]luck when things are so seemingly stable?
I think I finally seem [A]to [C7]see a way though
Wik Da God, uh
I arrived drunk and [Bm]sobered up, tired of it
Was I just bugging? Was I? Nah, I wasn't
I was [Am7]just adjusting, took a while, but all [Em]of a sudden
Now I'm dumping, everything I compiled from it
I swear I'm cold enough to [C7]survive the summit
Hotter than the summer, talking fire in the fucking oven
I finally done it, done nothing
Never done with it, I fucking love it
Wik Da God, boiled down to [C7]what he did made him who he is
To his loyal subjects, call [Em]'em [A]his kids
Don't know if you [A7know my [A]mans
But what my [A]hand [Bm]pick turn to [C7]divine plan
Goddamn, I'm him, you [A7on [C7]my [A]program
I'm just flipping channels, what you [A7want crime, ɾomance?
Whatever's in my [A]mind at that time on [C7]in ten
Wik a God, not an alien, not Clark Kent
Could pick him apart, compare him to [C7]what y'all [Em]thought's best
Talking to [C7]life and [Bm]death in the flesh in the same breath
Wik Da God, he bodied every bar, so the bar's the bread
The wine's the lines that I said
I'm the guy on [C7]the cross on [C7]your neck
Wik Da God, uh, yeah
Ayy, uh
I bless 'em [A]with flames
Dip 'em [A]in ice water, bred 'em [A]with pain
Wik Da God, the sun won't set on [C7]his ɾeign
Can't just give 'em [A]a nice talking, might start barking
Maybe [Am]little thunder, lightning storm, wet 'em [A]with ɾain
If you [A7gonna start getting light on [C7]my [A]offerings
And feel like [F]you [A7giving too much neck, start neglecting my [A]praise
Send a display, Wik Da God, end of the day
Address me by my [A]name if you [A7wanna get you [A7some game
Wik Da God
