This is a song about "Brick god"

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God bless america

Oh your friends are sick

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

But you'v got the face of a brick

With two chicks, sadistic

I throw em on his knees against the brick wall on the ceiling

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

Knuckles like a callous it's like a fuckin' brick hit you

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

With a brick, and ill be real quick.

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Raised by the streets, i can make a beat off a brick wall