East Atlanta rapper JID, who is known for his unique flow and lyrical depth, released his new single, Behold, on July 4th, 2025, as part of his GDLU (Preluxe) EP. This track showcases JID in full-blown revolutionary mode—cocky, ruthless, and unapologetically surgical. From calling out the “musical chairs” of fake rappers to referencing .223s and CEOs in the same breath, he delivers bars that are both brutal and poetic, cloaked in metaphor and dipped in venom.
But what sets “Behold” apart is that it’s not just about showing off skill, it’s a total obliteration of the rap game’s comfort zone. JID paints himself as untouchable, the eye of the storm in a scene full of posers and plastic personas. “Behold” is for those who don’t just want to hear rap, but they want to watch the throne burn. Scroll down for the Behold lyrics by JID and witness the lyrical warfare unfold.
Song Overview
Artist🎤JID
Mood🎧Bold🎧Revolutionary
Tone🗣️Arrogant🗣️Satirical
Genre🎼Conscious Rap🎼Hip-Hop
Theme🗣️Street Intelligence🗣️Ego vs Reality
Lyrics of Behold by JID
[Verse 1] Behold, They Say Jid In G-O-D Mode .223 Reload, Let’s See How Fast The EMT Go These Flows Keep They Feet Cold, The Throne’s Getting Repoed While These Folks Playing Musical Chairs, Watch The Seat Fold It’s Seasonal, Cheesy, Artisanal, Pardon Me, Guarding Me Is Not Feasible (He’s Undefeatable), Unbelievable If You See It I Keep A Lil’ Dough On The Basis You Need To Know Basically, I’m The Face, I’m The Ceo Take A Seat In The Vehicle, We Could Roll From Stevenson Road To Cedar Grove Modifying The Blick Is A Gmo (Chill, Bro) TMI, If You Knew What I Know Then You Probably Would Keep It Low (Chill, Bro) Huh, Eagle Eye, It’s A Bird, It’s A Plane, No, I Think It’s A Ufo (It’s Real, Bro) Huh, CGI, Don’t Believe What They Saying, Ain’t Nothing I Seen Three Letters, Another King ’bout To Reign Supreme, Go Get Him
[Chorus] Uh, Look, Uh Two Middle Fingers In The Pic So They Don’t Ever Forget Give It Back In Blood, I Want All Of They Heads On A Stick
[Verse 2] Hand On My Dick, Hand On My Glock, Hands In Your Pocket, You Bitch Hannibal Lecter, Whenever I Lecture, Nigga Be Biting This Shit Who Be Keeping On The Lights In This Bitch? (Me) Nigga, I Made The Rope To Scatter Made The Play When It ‘posed To Matter Run A Game That Is Oversaturated And If Also Flattered By The Posers I’m A Poster, Opposed To Blabber, Faking Using Dope As A Rope Or Ladder, Vacant So You Cope With The Jokes And Laughter Get Smoked Or Overdosed, Now They Hopes Is Shattered (Breaking) But I Digress, Call It How I See It Type Of Guy I Guess Try My Best? My, Y-s, I’ma Go Crazy Like Kanye West Cooking Up The Kitchen With The Cayenne Pepp’ Holding My Iron, I Ain’t Slept If I’m Gon Slide On You, How I Don’t Melt Shooting Up Dope, Tie On Belt Bitches Be Broke Thinking I’m Gon’ Help You Can Be A Broke Bitch By Yourself Bitch, I Ain’t Zion Williamson, You A Pelican A Bird, Bitch, I Don’t Care, I’m Rebellious And Elegant In Maison Margiela I’m The Ball Setter And The Boss Of The Hard Leather Hit A Spark, Made A Lot Of Niggas Talking Like They Biting, But They Bark Better I’m The Man, The Myth, The Meta, Nigga, Three Letters
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