Godlike (Explicit)

Godlike (Explicit) - Natas

We be on the mic

Whether wrong or right

We like we like we like

G-like G-like G-like

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

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 sh*t gets deeper in comes the Grim Reaper

In Detroit sh*t'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 more cannons explode

God please tell me

Why so hard for the young and black

When money's on the stack

Crime infested pack h****n w**d crack

e*****y 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

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 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 ni**a 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

Don't you wanna be like

G-O-D

Like me

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

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 mother you know

Praise your forefathers

Don't you wanna be like

G-O-D

Like me

Don't you wanna be like

G-O-D

Like me