When God Comes

What da fuck's going on inside the biz

Shit ain't raw no more

Fake is how it is

I hear brothers talking 'bout shooting and killing

Then going home and chilling

Frontin' like a villain

Let me tell you something real

Is how the Mack feel

I ain't no criminal and represent no steel

I tell you one thing though

MC's better walk slow the Mack's on the earth

To let you know

I'm on a mission from the kingdom of God

To do away with MC's dat represent nimrod

You MC's have been too bad

So where you go now ice ya gonna wish you had

When MC's disappear it's my fault

It's time to put all the madness to a flying halt

And radio ya need to be ashamed

For pumping murder, murder, murder all up in

Our brain

I'll tell ya now Big Poppa don't like it

Representing truth when the Mack

Starts to mike it

I hope the subject don't turn ya away

But the whole Hip-Hop generation need to pray

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Whatcha gon do when God comes

You can front now, but when God comes

You can't get strapped for when God comes

Cuz you won't know how to act, when God comes

Now we all established dat Mack's new king

And the king for his people has to represent the

Right thing

Brothers in the ghetto stop genociding

Cause same boat we riding, will do like the Poseidon

I watched the earth's cheese line get longer, I watch

Allegiance to Satan's army looking stronger

I watched drugs and guns take control

I even watched how the devil take the Black woman's soul

They ain't got respect no more

When your ass on the camera you ain't nothing but a whore

Ladies you need to help out your man

Instead of frontin' at the club with a drink in your hand

The Black family is now prehistoric

And we don't need psychic healing from Dionne Warwick

We all need to be down on our knees beggin' please

Lord help us shake this disease

And MC's don't take these rhymes for no joke

Craig Mack pen is mightier than the sword

You stroke

So take heed to the words that I send

Cause on Judgement Day everey man must attend

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All our Black leaders are throwing on they war paint

I ain't seen a saint that might make me faint

How long can we sing that song

Knowing that the shit ya kicking brother is dead wrong

And don't figure Mack new to get started

Cause flip out an old fat verse from get retarded

I'm talking from veteran chair prepare

MC's nightmare only there's no need to fear

Shape up ya Lord about to strike

With thunder claps that turn day into night

With something similar to Gabriel's horn

The first flag up my tribe of Judah's now been warn

Peace to Bad Boy for bring me here

People of the world presenting Mack this year

No need for fronting his time has almost came

And the last rhyme ya hear bears Craig Mack's name

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