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 |