Natas – Godlike lyrics

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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 wicket Walk
the bloody trail as I spit it Once
I see the enemies another murder's committed Finger
prints on the bullets and of course I'll admit it Blood
stains on my shirt evidence, that I did it "Oh
my god he's, got a gun "!'s all, they be yellin If
you tellin then you caught up in a 187 With
the street sweeper I be my brother's keeper From
this day on you known as the deep sleeper When
shit gets deeper in comes the Grim Reaper In
Detroit shit's, so out cold you need your heater Oh
my God please, make, them believers Body
bullet receivers make, 'em all bleeders Uzi
magazine readers like to lock an load and I
don't give a fuck more, cannons explode God
please tell me why, so hard for the young and black When?
money's on the stack Crime
infested pack heroin, weed, crack, Ecstasy
do... you really want that So?
roll Sit...
back relax, inhale, the anthrax When
the gods are angry I, spoke And
they still got niggas out here hangin from ropes When
the gods are angry I, spoke See
I, walks on water forever, I floats [(TNT]...

I'm
godlike ha don't, believe do? the math Got
a gang of followers leading in through the path Crack
your dome open and rock the derby They
all ain't worthy to serve me So
G-like bitch, check, the scripture I
might have to let my disciples get ya Love
for me runs deep in the streets We
raided the rap game and never kept the peace TNT
A
nigga finna let it blow I
got several ways to let it flow So
ghetto At
the party rock the heavy metal Nobody
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 almighty Born
in sworn in to be G-like me Never
take this game lightly I'm, day-and-nightly The
spot rightfully mine why, even wanna fight me Bless?
the mic for me I'm
twice the G Fuck
how the end might be I
never see strike 3 Even
if I gotta bang thangs to eat This
is how I'ma keep my name in the streets Mastamind
that, means I planned this Make
em all believers via, satellite to all planets Wicket
World Wide the, mode ain't no the better Wanna
be like what, we? like measure your cheddar Big
dog with the bark and the bite Runnin
suckers off scared when we spark the mic How
does NATAS come off so hard Uh?
motherfucker, you, know Praise!
your forefathers [CHORUS]!