God MC - Papoose

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