From the recording Dope Boiiii Gang Skit Tape Vol. 1 American Made, Made In America
Lyrics
Beyond God (revised 8-7-19)
I’m why you noddin’ to this Gangster track... you heard right homey... the diggity diggity Don Back...
An iron hand and Velvet Glove... stainless Steel Fisted... a Home run dirby... which one of y’all gone Throw the Pitches...
On everythang... Homey I’mma gone and level witcha... you know how it feel to have them Demons and the Devil witcha...
I keep a level head... the trick is staying’ Level Headed... in Real Life... I been everywhere the Devil Headed...
A level playin’ field... survived through the Killin’ fields... you better Count your Lucky Leprechauns and Fortune Wheels...
A wheel of fortune... my Golden path a Gold Rush... I’m dealin’ drugs to you... dealt myself a Royal Flush...
They say it’s Poker time... yea I’m here to Poke you up... I’m passin’ out them Player Cards... yea some of y’all... your favorite rappers wearin’ Leotards...
Homey I’mma Knuckle Up a Green Rush... Cash First... naaaa... I ain’t come to Play... I came to Rule the Universe...
Naaa... I ain’t interested in Number One... I’m Beyond God... Naaa... I ain’t interested in Number One... I’m Beyond God... Naaa... I ain’t interested in Number One... I’m Beyond God... Naaa... I ain’t interested in Number One... I’m Beyond God...
V.2
The Dope Boi Gang... best known as Koch Brothers... we hit the Rap Game and Make you wanna Smoke your Mother...
I took the Liberty of Kickin’ all these Pussies Out... Count of Three... Rap Legend... this the Don’s House...
Give the people what they want... (I’mma give it to’em)... they gettin’ tired of all that Fakin’ (Look what you did to’em)...
Yea Porky Pig had a Run (but he done Gotten Shooken)... it takes a real Don to Stir the Pot and Keep it Cookin’...
That lard ass lil bastard Mista Ricky Bookman... thought you was Big as a Homey from Brooklyn...
But then considerin’ the way it’s Lookin’... yea... Mista Buffalo Butt... you ain’t nuttin’ but the Whoopi Cushion...
You can’t even Wipe between your ass Cheeks... and if the Tissue don’t Reach... you ain’t Qualified to be the Chief...
I’m Almighty Supreme... the Real Team Six... I’ll brang you Christmas in June... get rid of Saint Rick...
Naaa... I ain’t interested in Number One... I’m Beyond God... Naaa... I ain’t interested in Number One... I’m Beyond God... Naaa... I ain’t interested in Number One... I’m Beyond God... Naaa... I ain’t interested in Number One... I’m Beyond God...