“I’m Kanye West, that don’t make no sense!” Kanye West and Pusha T drop quotable after quotable over smooth yet anthemic production, driven by the oft-used breakbeat from Melvin Bliss' “Synthetic… Read More [Produced by Boogz N Tapez, Kanye West, and Anthony Kilhoffer] [Intro] Somebody been running a long time Somebody— [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Shake that body, party that bod— Shake that body, party that bod— Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G-O-D [Verse 1: Pusha T & Kanye West] I believe there's a God above me I'm just the god of everything else I put holes in everything else "New God Flow," fuck everything else Supreme dope dealer (Woo!), write it in bold letters They love a nigga spirit like Pac at the Coachella They said Push ain't fit with the umbrella But I was good with the yay' as a wholesaler I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer A hot temper matched with a cold killer I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yuugh) Matchin' Daytonas, rose gold on us Goin' HAM in Ibiza done took a toll on us (Woo!) But since you overdo it, I'ma pour more Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Kanye West] Shake that body, party that bod— (That's rare, nigga) Shake that body, party that bod— (Ric Flair, nigga) Shake that body, party that body (Yeah, nigga) Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yeah) Shake that body, party that bod— (Woah) Shake that body, party that bod— (Woah) Shake that body, party that body (It's the new God flow, niggas) Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yo) [Verse 2: Pusha T] Step on they necks 'til they can't breathe Claim they five stars, but sell you dreams They say death multiplies by threes Line them all up and let's just see Fuck 'em, 'Ye, fuck 'em, 'Ye I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo) They shit is shoppin' at Targét (Woo) My shit is luxury Balmain I'm balling, Amar'e A nick' sold in the park, then I want in What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?) What's a circus without you clown niggas? (Ha) What's a brick from an out-of-town nigga? When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yuugh) It's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child M-A-dollar sign, can't nobody hold me down [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Shake that body, party that bod— Shake that body, party that bod— Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G-O-D [Verse 3: Kanye West] Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man But the Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman Went from most hated to the champion god flow I guess that's a feeling only me and LeBron know I'm living three dreams Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's, uh 'Cause we can't get along, no resolution 'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston Cars, money, girls and the clothes Aw, man, you sold your soul Nah, man, mad people was frontin' Aw, man, made somethin' from nothin' Picture workin' so hard and you can't cut through That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you What has the world come to? I'm from the 3-1-2 Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true Like, "There the God go, in his Murcielago" From workin' McDonalds, barely payin' the car note He even got enough to get his mama a condo Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom Forty killings in a weekend, forty killings in a week Man, the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street Welcome to Sunday service, if you hope to someday serve us We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon Did Moses not part the water with the cane? Did strippers not make an ark when I made it rain? Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame? And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains? In Jesus' name, let the choir say "I'm on fire, ayy," that's what Richard Pryor say And we annihilate anybody that violate Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Kanye West] Shake that body, party that bod— (Yo) Shake that body, party that bod— (Stop) Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G-O-D [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, nigga Yeah, I had my— I had my Jesus piece since '94 I don't know what I— I don't know what y'all talkin' 'bout And my eagle Still got it all in the bag, B (Yeah) All I did was play possum (Yo, come on) [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub Medallion on, Dove soap on the fresh cut With soap suds on the MAC-11 My big lion haven't ate since twelve and it's after seven We feed the nigga like forty chickens His tail wag when I send him a bag with just one victim Uh-huh, now let me show you what my closet on Gems in the display case, call it a rock-a-thon I— I got soccer moms payin' for cock Asians get it from behind while they cleanin' they wok Comin' with flows that is toxic (Come on) Deadly fumes when I'm in the room Repercussions occur when you dry snitch Red light, green light, one, two, three Look mean, got my machine, cried and hit you, please Said and shake that body, scar up that body Should I kill him now Tone? I said, "Probably" Side bets are four and better Bust hammers with pot holders And yo, dead a cow for his fuckin' leather I'm not bow-legged, but old school like Redd Foxx My favorite color in my hustle days was red tops My gold eagle arm shitted out a red rock Threw it off my project roof and saw red dots Kanye, shine a light on my Wallabees You can have a good time with G-O-D [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Kanye West] Shake that body, party that bod— (That's rare, nigga) Shake that body, party that bod— (Ric Flair, nigga) Shake that body, party that body (Yeah, nigga) Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yeah) Shake that body, party that bod— (Woah) Shake that body, party that bod— (Woah) Shake that body, party that body (It's the new God flow, niggas) Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yo) [Outro: Kanye West] G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music