Lamont Jody Hawkins, better known as U-God, is an American rapper and membe… Read Full Bio ↴Lamont Jody Hawkins, better known as U-God, is an American rapper and member of the multi platinum hip hop collective, Wu-Tang Clan with over 12 million records sold worldwide. He has been with the group since its inception, and has been known for coming with strong verses on Clan albums as well as other members solo albums.

U-God was born in Brownsville, Brooklyn, New York. However he moved to Staten Island, New York as a youth. He was originally a beatboxer for clan affiliate Cappadonna, as well as being well known friends with future members Method Man, Inspectah Deck, and Raekwon. Sometime before the members united, U-God was mentored in rap by Cappadonna. He soon became friends with RZA and Ghostface Killah, and he began rhyming under the alias Golden Arms, based on the kung-fu movie The Kid with The Golden Arms. Later on narcotics possession prevented him from featuring heavily on the group's debut album Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), his input on the seminal LP consisting of only a short bridge on the group's debut single "Protect Ya Neck" in 1992 as well as the famous opening verse of "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'". Nevertheless, after his release he quickly became known to fans for his rugged flow and bass-like voice on Wu tracks such as "Winter Warz", "Knuckleheadz", "Investigative Reports", and "Black Jesus". He was featured heavily on the group's second album Wu-Tang Forever on which he was one of only four of the group to get a solo track - "Black Shampoo" (While the others being Inspectah Deck with "The City", Ol' Dirty Bastard with "Dog Shit" and RZA with "Sunshower"; clan affiliate and singer Tekitha sang 'Second Coming' solo). Around this time his young son was accidentally shot and injured, an ordeal the rapper documented on the Wu-Tang Clan track "A Better Tomorrow". He appeared with all the clan members during the VH1 Hip-Hop Honors, as well as on tour for the release of Wu Tang Clan's latest album, 8 Diagrams. U-God released his third studio album Dopium in 2009 and touring around the globe in support of 8 Diagrams. He released his fourth studio album Keynote Speaker in 2013.

Name: U-God
Real Name: Lamont Hawkins
Web: www.myspace.com/ugod

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U-God Lyrics

George Peppard

I whip cause I sprung shit, bang
Here’s a bung hit
Cats split your tongue, shit
Bitch got cum sick
She can keep the knee pads
Sign for the helmet
Man vibrations, coming off the pelvis
Thugs and prescription drugs, yo

Where’s Elvis? Pull off the panties
She was smelling like a shellfish
Gung when we rung shit, that
Run, here we come, spit
Eyes on the gunship, heh, here’s your Blistex
Here’s a spliff twist
Hanging out the window like a rhyme smith
Now you taking flicks of my footprint
Sunshine and dough ride just like a biscuit
Live wire, no installation is required
One match, I set the world on fire
Live wires, no installation is required
One match, I set the world is fire

The God said to put the fire on it
The God said to put the fire on it
One match, we set the world on fire
One match, we set the world on fire

It’s the art of war combat
Every move is high tech
Human Terminator nigga, plug me into SkyNet
Red bone, hot head, burnt down my projects
I turn sound into killing flying objects
Blood off contracts, kill ‘em on contact
Yeah, I got bread, dead? Nope, not yet
Damn, you ain’t pop yet
Haters wanna block that
Snatch mics, hunchback, talk smack
I punch back flew off the launchpad
Right through your insides
Great minds combine, try to study my enzymes
Skating on the thin line
Fighting for the airtime
Push back your hairline
With shots of tequila lime
Stay on my global grind
Talk with a sober mind
Putting in more overtime
Till I reach a billion
In the condominium, skinny tall Brazilian
With so many tats, she looking reptilian

My hand hot, killer, curry in the pot, killer
Look how these killers thinking they
Are and they not, killers
I get the drop, killer
All the killings stop, killer
My heavy hitters flex on everyone
You got with ya
This track’s not filler, talk with my hands
I’m tryna feel ya
It might be the fact that we not familiar
Or, not La Familia, a monkey with bars
You not gorilla, Zilla, calling you Don
My pen has gotten iller
Yeah, you know who we are, you know the slums
Where the women keep the wook in they bra
That’s where I’m from
Cops catch you with the rook in the car
This where you run
You can die here, son, and
The ambulance never come, ugh
Ain’t no limit till I spit it
My Yankee fitted
Shout out to critics that know
I’m wicked for killing minute
Shout out to rappers that ain’t committed
But think they get it
Hold up, now wait a minute
Let me put some hating in it

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