Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - God Is Perfect - Lyrics

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Freddie Gibbs and Alchemist are fresh off of the release of their new joint project, Alfredo.

An album that came with little announcement extends both Freddie Gibbs and Alchemist top-tier catalogues and follows their previous collaborative effort, FETTI with Curren$y.

Though Alfredo includes some collaborations that fans have wanted to see -- Griselda's Benny and Conway as well as Rick Ross -- some of the best moments happen when Alchemist unlocks something out of Freddie Gibbs when it's just the two of them like on "God Is Perfect." Alchemist cooks up a hypnotizing beat that gives Gibbs plenty of room to find new pockets.

Freddie's hook brings the vocal inflexions from "Fuckin' Up The Count" while hitting you with flow switches every few bars.

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[Intro] Aight, check it out Uh, gang, gang Bunny Rabbit insane Uh, Big Finball, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) It's here (Uh), yeah (One, two) Yeah, yeah (Kane train, baby), uh (Hold on, hold on) Yeah, yeah (One, two, yo, yo, check it out) Yeah, yeah [Chorus] Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure Sippin' tiki in Waikiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho off home with nothin' Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir [Verse 1] I didn't want to speak on this shit But it really been rackin' my brain now (Yeah, yeah) 'Cause really I fuck with this rap But my niggas still sellin' cocaine now (Huh, yeah) Them crackers they got enough on us To go start a motherfuckin' case now (Yeah) A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O.

They comin', they snatchin' the gang now Big sticks long than a bitch, golf ball holes in the shit Big Finball in this bitch, cuz with Willy brother all in the six Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper When I hit him, left his draws full of shit (Brrt) Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down But I'll be so proud to put the dope down for the [Chorus] Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir [Verse 2] Gangland shit Fuck around, get gangland hit I'ma catch a little bitch while he's chillin' with his clique Nigga, where the whole gang at, bitch? Where the watch and the chain at, bitch? Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that bitch I was fuckin' in the A for like four days straight But a nigga never claim that bitch I be talkin' that shit like I'm bulletproof Fuck a DM, I'm sendin' them killers through I be fuckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs Man, this shit get political Hit the John, I'm whippin' the miracle Get the spoon and I'm scrapin' the residue Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos Man, this shit get political Rock it up then blade that shit Dog food, nigga, slang that shit Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit A nigga might get gangland hit That east side insane-ass shit Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit, fuck nigga [Chorus] Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir [Outro: Biz Markie] Yo, yo, I'd just like to say, you know My man Kane smoked him, you know? But it's good to be original when you diss somebody Don't use somebody else's shit [Interlude: Gil Scott-Heron] The thing that's going to change people It's something that no one will be able to capture on film It'll just be something that you see and all of a sudden you realize "I'm on the wrong page" Or, "I'm on the right page but I'm on the wrong note And I've got to get in sync with everyone else to understand what's happening in this country" Freddie Gibbs


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