Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God MC, artist - Papoose.
Date of issue: 14.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
God MC |
Unbelievable |
Uh huh (Uh huh) |
Do it! |
Unbelievable |
And I |
Yeah (Yeah) |
Let the drums knock |
Unbelievable |
Statik, what up? |
Come on (Come on) |
Papoose (Unbelievable), Papoose |
I launch a larger missile, that’s how I resolve a issue |
You start so much shit, you should carry a starter pistol |
Let’s see how good that does you when Nola revolvers hit you |
You, you such a target, it’s hard to miss you |
At your funeral nobody in your squad’ll miss you |
They’ll be no cryin', no sense in buyin' up all the tissue |
When they walk up to your casket not even your moms’ll kiss you |
You always been a bastard, I don’t think your father miss you |
I gotta eat your food 'cause I’m starvin', you on the menu |
Your manager’s retarded regardless for marketing you |
I always been the smartest, a artist, my art official |
His job is just the hardest, his artist is artificial |
Mobbin', we gon' continue to rob you for your residuals |
This be our little secret, this robbery is confidential |
Go buy a typewriter, ink pen, some more utensils |
To write a rhyme about me you gon' need a longer pencil |
Don’t let me tell you where I’m from |
Brook-Nam, we can’t stop here |
It ain’t-it ain’t a facade, it’s God in the MC |
I’m the god, I spit the sun, moon, and the stars |
Say what you want |
Don’t-don't-don't let me tell you where I’m from |
Brook-Nam, we can’t stop here |
It ain’t-it ain’t a facade, it’s God in the MC |
I’m the god, I spit the sun, moon, and the stars |
I immediately structure the plan and strike strategically |
Before I make a move, I carefully scope the scenery |
Avoidin' contact with the ignorant is the key to me |
But recently I have been engagin' more frequently |
I’m tryna keep positive thoughts and think peacefully |
But the snakes gotta just cross and keep deceivin' me |
All the trick knowledge they taught is just beatin' me |
Eatin' me alive inside brings out the beast in me |
Contemplatin' ways to capture the win easily |
Had to make sure the battlefield was split evenly |
They be stealin' my ideas, what’s all the thievery? |
They lack dignity, I swear, no decency |
Sendin' threats, you think I care? |
You not a G to me |
The streets in me wanna just grab and stab 'em repeatedly |
Glock eighteen with the drum, you can compete with me |
Krush Groove stay with the drum just like Sheila E |
Don’t let me tell you where I’m from |
Brook-Nam, we can’t stop here |
It ain’t-it ain’t a facade, it’s God in the MC |
I’m the god, I spit the sun, moon, and the stars |
Say what you want |
Don’t-don't-don't let me tell you where I’m from |
Brook-Nam, we can’t stop here |
It ain’t-it ain’t a facade, it’s God in the MC |
I’m the god, I spit the sun, moon, and the stars |
Unbelievable |
Unbelievable |