Natas - Godlike Lyrics
* send corrections to the typist[Mastamind]We be on the mic...Whether wrong or right...[Esham]We like, we like, we like...G-like, G-like, G-like...Godlike...That's how we be...That's how we be...Talk somethin...[Esham]The path of the wicketWalk the bloody trail as I spit itOnce I see the enemies another murder's committedFinger prints on the bullets and of course I'll admit itBlood stains on my shirt, evidence that I did it"Oh my god, he's got a gun!" 's, all they be yellinIf you tellin then you caught up in a 187With the street sweeper I be my brother's keeperFrom this day on you known as the deep sleeperWhen shit gets deeper in comes the Grim ReaperIn Detroit, shit's so out cold you need your heaterOh my God, please, make them believersBody bullet receivers, make 'em all bleedersUzi magazine readers like to lock an load andI don't give a *****, more cannons explodeGod please tell me, why so hard for the young and black?When money's on the stackCrime infested pack, heroin, weed, crackEcstasy... do you really want that?So roll...Sit back, relax, inhale the anthraxWhen the gods are angry, I spokeAnd they still got niggas out here hangin from ropesWhen the gods are angry, I spokeSee, I walks on water, forever I floats...[(TNT]I'm godlike ha, don't believe? do the mathGot a gang of followers leading in through the pathCrack your dome open and rock the derbyThey all ain't worthy to serve meSo G-like, *****, check the scriptureI might have to let my disciples get yaLove for me runs deep in the streetsWe raided the rap game and never kept the peaceTNTA nigga finna let it blowI got several ways to let it flowSo ghettoAt the party rock the heavy metalNobody but a god walks every level![CHORUS]Don't you wanna be like...G-O-D...Like me?[Mastamind]Mic me up, so you can hear the almightyBorn in sworn in to be G-like meNever take this game lightly, I'm day-and-nightlyThe spot rightfully mine, why even wanna fight me?Bless the mic for meI'm twice the G***** how the end might beI never see strike 3Even if I gotta bang thangs to eatThis is how I'ma keep my name in the streetsMastamind, that means I planned thisMake em all believers, via satellite to all planetsWicket World Wide, the mode ain't no the betterWanna be like, what? we like measure your cheddarBig dog with the bark and the biteRunnin suckers off scared when we spark the micHow does NATAS come off so hard?Uh, mother*****er, you know!Praise your forefathers![CHORUS]
