He Comes (feat. Ghostface Killah)

"With the ring of a bell, a soft hello (A soft hello)

A few short words, and what d'you know?

Oh, what d'you know?

Here comes..."

Down, like water, fresh out the clouds, clown

Ground you like terrible weather

Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon

Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhyming

To all – rise and shine, give God the glory

I already give a percent of mine to Bert and Corey

And still got bills and employees to pay

So excuse me, Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my days

My ways of control is hard to swallow

Known to lead, but some would rather see me follow behind

Sorry to dis–appoint, but dis–joint's–mine

'Splay your indie, but say no

More or I'll blind you like Spit did to Ramo

(Through the dirt) And edit the clip and lost Kano

My mens wear problems like Timbs

See it all in they face, ask Mase – we got wars to win

Scores to settle, crews to crush

You rush right in to see us do it with a smile

It's Long Isle, y'all (Long Island!)

Longevity sustaining my celebrity stats

From AM to PM, y'all seemin' more foul, y'all

I was told to step righteous, so when it's done

Everyone will say I stepped right

And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop

Shining his flash in my face – I'm bound to see the light

"With the ring of a bell, a soft hello (A soft hello)

A few short words, and what d'you know?

Oh, what d'you know?

Here comes..."

Ayo, I'm up against these walls here, my back's stiff, straight up

Dazzling and razzling broads like I'm little Juan Magic

Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop

Caught drama every time these commas don't drop

Pop spots like lint on your shirt, the net works

So shoot the rock, homie, in many courts of ball

Four couldn't do it, so we bring on six

I circumcise the track, you just a dick – overlapped and hooded

Skin repeated like Stuttering John

I repeat like yesterday, it don't stop (Yeah)

George of this poor like Pop, puttin' Scarlett

In a place she believes much better than your lies

She say she lookin' better in my eyes – bullshit!

Same crock she done ran to Duck, crammin' to fuck

I put the puddin' on her like Bill Cosby

I tried to speak my piece in court but Judge Mills paused me!

Bi-focused, we die hopeless sometime

You'll cry your poker face, you oughta try it one time

God is a iPod standard, download demanded like slaves on trial ("We want free!")

Man – cock, aim, ready, it's time you MC it

See, you rappers bust BB guns

Graffiti run through my veins since cable with the wired remote

Woodgrain like your widest spoke

C'mon – Pretty Toney and De La Soul

We was rhymin' through the broom since we were 8 years old

Take us back to '88, you couldn't catch our flow

A group of kids so original – ya heard? C'mon!

Pretty Toney and De La Soul

We was rhymin' through the broom since we were 8 years old

Take us back to '88, you couldn't catch our flow

A group of kids so original

Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad manners, who got 'em?

We kiss cannons for Scrams and his crew, and his wack dancers

Biting is forbidden, pa – pay that tax

And don't you ever look at us funny – boy, we'll bring rap back

And that'll hurt you like Superman chased by a group of men

With dyna-mics, real Hip-Hop'll do you in

Floor you like Duk-koo Kim, I'm loo-loo'in

Hula hoop on bitches cuckoo for brand new pins

Cutmaster Killah, make sure we cut classics

Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets–next to Uday and Qusay

Hop in the booth, shoot the P.A. and just play "Whoop de, whoop de"

Used to boost Spaldeens and snatch a dude's toupee

Since tuning into T La Rock and AJ

Ghostface' gats is fresh squeezed like a glass of OJ

Girls, you could go cruising in my OJ

"With the ring of a bell, a soft hello (A soft hello)

A few short words, and what d'you know?

Oh, what d'you know?

Here comes..."