Godlike

We be on the mic...

Whether wrong or right...

[Esham]

We like, we like, we like...
G-like, G-like, G-like...
Godlike...
That's how we be...
That's how we be...
Talk somethin...

[Esham]

The path of the wicket
Walk the bloody trail as I spit it
Once I see the enemies another murder's committed
Finger prints on the bullets and of course I'll admit it

Blood stains on my shirt, evidence that I did it
"Oh my god, he's got a gun!" 's, all they be yellin
If you tellin then you caught up in a 187
With the street sweeper I be my brother's keeper

From this day on you known as the deep sleeper
When shit gets deeper in comes the Grim Reaper
In Detroit, shit's so out cold you need your heater
Oh my God, please, make them believers

Body bullet receivers, make 'em all bleeders
Uzi magazine readers like to lock an load and
I don't give a fuck, more cannons explode
God please tell me, why so hard for the young and black?

When money's on the stack

Crime infested pack, heroin, weed, crack

Ecstasy... do you really want that?

So roll...

Sit back, relax, inhale the anthrax

When the gods are angry, I spoke

And they still got niggas out here hangin from ropes

When the gods are angry, I spoke

See, I walks on water, forever I floats...

[(TNT]

I'm godlike ha, don't believe? do the math

Got a gang of followers leading in through the path

Crack your dome open and rock the derby

They all ain't worthy to serve me

So G-like, bitch, check the scripture

I might have to let my disciples get ya

Love for me runs deep in the streets

We raided the rap game and never kept the peace

TNT

A nigga finna let it blow

I got several ways to let it flow

So ghetto

At the party rock the heavy metal

Nobody but a god walks every level!

[CHORUS]

Don't you wanna be like...

G-O-D...

Like me?

[Mastamind]

Mic me up, so you can hear the almighty

Born in sworn in to be G-like me

Never take this game lightly, I'm day-and-nightly

The spot rightfully mine, why even wanna fight me?

Bless the mic for me

I'm twice the G

Fuck how the end might be

I never see strike 3

Even if I gotta bang thangs to eat

This is how I'ma keep my name in the streets

Mastamind, that means I planned this

Make em all believers, via satellite to all planets

Wicket World Wide, the mode ain't no the better

Wanna be like, what? we like measure your cheddar

Big dog with the bark and the bite

Runnin suckers off scared when we spark the mic

How does NATAS come off so hard?

Uh, motherfucker, you know!

Praise your forefathers!

[CHORUS]