Lyrics Mysterious Ways - Natas

Mysterious Ways

Listen close so you won’t miss a word of what I say today
Watch me flow as I let the instrumental play
I walk to the beat of a different drum
So no one else can be what I’ve become
Mister Mastamind’s comin' at ya
You can run and run my son, but I’m bound to catch ya
And lock you in to a fury of thoughts
So you’ll think twice about crossing my path 'cause it shouldn’t be crossed
Only the strong survive through song
You got any tactics of takin me down?
Bring 'em on
How do you stop an unstoppable brotha?
Whose mind is the craziest of all, so take cover
This is just a frame of mind that a nigga goes through
From time to time so this time I think I’ll show you
The rhyme works in mysterious ways
To keep you comin' back for more forever the dark ways
Keep out the reach of little girls and boys
It’s like playin' with fire and dangerous toys
I’m like a problem you can’t solve right offhand
Only a Reel Life Product can understand
(Verse 2 — Esham)
Unsolved riddles, unsolved clues
But when they say my name you only hear bad news
But as I walk and talk this way I must say
I’m infamous, notorious and mysterious
The U-N-H-O-L-Y pumpin' it up, no lie
I’m not your average guy, cross my heart and hope to die
Some people say they saw the devil in my eye
But I’m the same person that made your granny cry
1−2-3 and Masta M-I-N-D and I say fuck every last human being
What makes me this way?
Why I say the things I say?
That is how I choose to play, kickin it, fuckin'-A
Sellin' your soul ain’t shit to me
And will I ever get in Heaven?
Well, it’s a mystery
(Verse 3 — Mastamind)
Never in history has a mystery
Been so hard to conceive and believe
You try to read the Mastamind, but you’ll never know him
You’re blinded by my Hellish, Erotic Poem
Your vision is too blurry to even take a peek at the mysterious man
With the microphone in his hand
You only know what I let you know, so
Everyone’s a prisoner in this 'til I let you go
With rhymes like these
The M-I-N-D is breaking through barricades of MCs
Step to the side before a homicide is made
Be thinkin' there’s a process while my music is bein' played
Shit is heavy, don’t take it lightly
I’m runnin' in and out and around the rhythm daily and nightly
The unbeatable poet givin' you a Hell of a scare
You suckers out there wish too but can’t compare
Yo, study the fundamentals of this
Rewind the shit if there’s anything you missed
Blame it on me if this makes you delirious
Mastamind, the nigga who’s real and serious
Searched 'em all for a Hell of a rapper man
'Cause here he is, I’m so mysterious
(Verse 4 — Mastamind)
Many runnin' round town droppin' dimes down
And every time I see you mother fuckers I frown
Don’t even speak upon, you might get blasted on
Somebody hand me the 9-mil so I can kill
Nigga you want to play rough you played the wrong game
Well, I’ll snatch your last breath, 'cause that’s the game of death
You make your own bed to sleep and lie in
But this time I’ll make you your death bed for you to die in
What’s the name of the crew?
NATAS
Devilish-ass Reel Life Products
Once the mic has dropped everyone can tell
We’re mysterious, real niggas from hell