Artist: David Banner Album: The God Box Song: August Typed by: AZ Lyrics What is the God Box? (I was searching) Who is the God Box? (Everywhere) Are you the God Box? (But there) I don't understand... (Or here) Can you help me? (Yeah) I didn't run from the mainstream, I swam right through it A salmon with the flow, the way I move through the fluid Spit druid, red fluid seeping from your caesar Selfish with the mic, a Mississippi Ebeneezer (Yeah) Chef Curry, no pot Klay Thompson in the third against Shaq with the Glock (Yeah) Thirty-seven, block, block Yeah I'm conscious but the pistol that I got still pop (Uh) I need every Iguodala Yeah I spit it how I live it while you gargle and you swallow (Yeah uh) They call it follow-through I took a jump shot but didn't break my wrist like you Ooh, but it's the motherfucking truth I have nothing against them but I do against you (against you) (Yeah) 'Cause you motherfucking lying Yeah, you spit it like a gangster while these kids here dying (dying) And these crackers out here trying To make melanin, I'm telling them (telling them) Bitch it won't work You want God? I think I seen God in a skirt (in a skirt) (Yeah) She had deep black skin But she was looking for herself on the out and not the in Sigh, I love you (I love me too) The God Box I love me too