Songtext God mc Papoose

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 just a partial, 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 and 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 cain'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'chu want
Don't-don't-don't let me tell you where I'm from
Brook-Nam, we cain'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 cain'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'chu want
Don't-don't-don't let me tell you where I'm from
Brook-Nam, we cain'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