paroles de chanson 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 dress the part it′s hard to miss 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 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