Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mysterious Ways, artist - Natas. Album song Life After Death, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
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 |