JESSE WEST - True Love Everlasting lyrics

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True Love Everlasting / Jesse West[Chorus: Jesse West (True Love Everlasting)]What's your name, son? (I'm True Love Everlasting)Are you a thug or a God? (I'm God)Peace, son (peace)All my peeps need to eat, soBless the mic when you ready to speak[True Love Everlasting]Now the Gods walk the streets, the same as the next manWe say "Peace", and give niggas pound and spark landWe see the overall picture, and rush to make plansWhile you put your life right, into the next man handSurvival of the fittest, mad ghetto, hard hittersNew York City's finest, greatest rhyme spittersWhen it come to this game of life, they all beginningPlaying in the game of death, they all winnersThem niggas start selling they ass to eat dinnersThey don't care, they going all out, they all sinnersI guess they said 'fuck it', once the Devil jumped in usWe can let his ass do what he want, until he finishedThe Gods give us gas to, when we have toBut we don't put that, on every track, that we rap toWe could still build and spark L's, when we come back, dudeBut if you sling shots, we sling 'em right back at you[Chorus: Jesse West (RZA)]What's your name, son? (Eighteen, Twenty-six, One)Are you a thug or a God? (God Cypher Divine)Peace, son (peace)All my peeps need to eat, soBless the mic when you ready to speak[RZA]Yo, yo, Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah, never reneggin'Don't fuck with the dead pigeons or pigskinYou fuckin' fake, 85 percent snakeDerelict ass bitch, you dead weightAin't no fire escape in hell, every devil ain't paleI blast like H.G. Wells: "War of the Worlds"Allah is Lord of all, you sure to fallCollapse like the Berlin Wall, while I'm hurlin' ya'llLightin' bolts, by writin' quotesStrikin' jolts that frightenin' adultsFrom A to Zig-Zag, you get smacked, bitch, thrown into a shitbagBust like the spermbag, because your germ hadYou on some fake thugDrunk from the drink and gassed up by the drugWrong analysis: kidney shot cause dialysisWhile the Gods rebuildin' Jerusalem, living inside golden palaces[Chorus: Jesse West]What's your name, son? (Jess West from the beam)Are you a thug or a God? (I'm G-O-D, son)Peace, son (peace)All my peeps need to eat, so (true that)Bless the mic when you ready to speak[Jesse West]Now when I drop degrees, 85 percent freezeI bomb 'em with no problem, when they ease upI squeeze off, I represent for O.G.'sWho lay up in the cut, save that, roll treesUsed to flip bricks, and shit, sold d'sDid a bid, came home, switched my whole steezeI'm only in the game, to win more cheeseAnd you thugs who ain't show me no love, can hold theseMy game Trump tight like Biggie and Lil' CeaseI reign on MC's like Wu-Tang Killa BeezI got peeps that hold heaters, cuz they need thatAnd ain't scared to roll either, thinking something sweeterCats roll up, they say West, is you the hardest?I say "Do Method Man know where the buddha spot is?"Do 24/7 get paid regardless?They try hard but couldn't stop it, when we dropped this[Chorus: Jesse West]What's your name, son?Are you a thug or a God?Peace, sonAll my peeps need to eat, soBless the mic when you ready to speak