Songtext: LKW Beschriftungen [Mastamind] We be on the mic... Whether wrong or right...
[Esham] We like, we like, we like... G-like, G-like, G-like... Godlike... Spiele basteln 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 Digitaldruck Leverkusen 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 neuss immobilien 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? Schweine Bildschirmschoner 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] Webseiten 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 Lomberg24 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] tourenwagen 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!
