Holy are you, holy are you There is no God but you There is no God but you Praised be the Lord Holy are you, holy are you There is no God but you There is no God but you Praised be the Lord For those who find it hard to believe and it is Why they call me the God MC, the lyricist Trace this down to the roots from Genesis The world wonder I'm still standing like pyramids Design so vivid, every brick it got a story to tell My rhyme flow different like a hieroglyphic Mind prolific, infinite like mathematic The first language, now add that and add graphics Then go let the blocks know it's the gospel Life's new manual, so watch close The new Michaelangelo and Pablo Picasso Prepared to show you the cosmos and rock flows Even my lyrical metaphysical What this will do is help you get to your spiritual pinnacle You find your mind too far fetched for it to fathom I bring the darkness to the light, split the atom It's like watching the Big Bang theory emerge I take titles, bond them to reveal new words They want a clear view from the farthest and the darkest corners Of the universe to a corner near you A pharaoh in ghetto apparel, stay blinged up Fort Knox display, a modern day King Tut Wrapped tight, rap like I've been preserved in time Spit the holy water then touch it and turn it to wine It's the God Holy are you, holy are you There is no God but you There is no God but you Praised be the Lord We were children of the most high So we fell from paradise to holy hell Probably descendants of the Holy Grail Another part of history they won't reveal, times'll only tell You waiting for judgment It came in the form of a thug in the game To create a strong position, there's blood in my vein The chemical is identical, we one and the same With seven letters in all three of my government names Walk on water? Nah, neither did Jesus It's a parable to make followers and readers believers From Egypt to Budapest, Rakim is the truest left Understand the scriptures like the minister Louis F I told you who God is, you ignored me like most the prophets Jesus, Solomon, Abraham, Moses and Muhammad I showed the scholars, well, fulfill the broken promise I spit this truth to predict the future like Nostradamus Like Revelations, I'm hoping my quotes reveal The seven spirits of God when I open the seal Interpret the holy Quran, these flows will guide you Translate the Torah and decode the Bible Warn the elders in the mosques, masons and the law The seven churches, the synagogues, it's the renaissance Skin is bronze, like the Messiah Rakim Allah's 'bout to reveal a bigger secret than time and the God Holy are you, holy are you There is no God but you There is no God but you Praised be the Lord
Holy are you, holy are you There is no God but you There is no God but you Praised be the Lord Holy are you, holy are you There is no God but you There is no God but you Praised be the Lord For those who find it hard to believe and it is Why they call me the God MC, the lyricist Trace this down to the roots from Genesis The world wonder I'm still standing like pyramids Design so vivid, every brick it got a story to tell My rhyme flow different like a hieroglyphic Mind prolific, infinite like mathematic The first language, now add that and add graphics Then go let the blocks know it's the gospel Life's new manual, so watch close The new Michaelangelo and Pablo Picasso Prepared to show you the cosmos and rock flows Even my lyrical metaphysical What this will do is help you get to your spiritual pinnacle You find your mind too far fetched for it to fathom I bring the darkness to the light, split the atom It's like watching the Big Bang theory emerge I take titles, bond them to reveal new words They want a clear view from the farthest and the darkest corners Of the universe to a corner near you A pharaoh in ghetto apparel, stay blinged up Fort Knox display, a modern day King Tut Wrapped tight, rap like I've been preserved in time Spit the holy water then touch it and turn it to wine It's the God Holy are you, holy are you There is no God but you There is no God but you Praised be the Lord We were children of the most high So we fell from paradise to holy hell Probably descendants of the Holy Grail Another part of history they won't reveal, times'll only tell You waiting for judgment It came in the form of a thug in the game To create a strong position, there's blood in my vein The chemical is identical, we one and the same With seven letters in all three of my government names Walk on water? Nah, neither did Jesus It's a parable to make followers and readers believers From Egypt to Budapest, Rakim is the truest left Understand the scriptures like the minister Louis F I told you who God is, you ignored me like most the prophets Jesus, Solomon, Abraham, Moses and Muhammad I showed the scholars, well, fulfill the broken promise I spit this truth to predict the future like Nostradamus Like Revelations, I'm hoping my quotes reveal The seven spirits of God when I open the seal Interpret the holy Quran, these flows will guide you Translate the Torah and decode the Bible Warn the elders in the mosques, masons and the law The seven churches, the synagogues, it's the renaissance Skin is bronze, like the Messiah Rakim Allah's 'bout to reveal a bigger secret than time and the God Holy are you, holy are you There is no God but you There is no God but you Praised be the Lord
