I?m your God now 'Cause I?m your God now, 'cause I?m your God now I?m your God now, I?m your God now I?m your God now, I?m your God now, now, now, now
just a short while I'd get so high, I'd forget my own name I scarred my fist, I scarred my brain I think that i'm going insane I think that I'm going
Übersetzung: Machine Head. Ich bin nun dein Gott.
for just a short while I'd get so high, I'd forget my own name I scarred my fist, I scarred my brain I think that i'm going insane I think that I'm going
sick, I'm the potion, I be proofing, And I flow like the ocean, Machines make movies, You can be the poster, Your Over, I'll tell the media your mediocre, I push your
run out And you can run for your back up If them machine gun shells don't tear your back up God's on your side shit i'm aight with that Cus we gone reload
trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking In this air I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am
Square Everything it must belong somewhere I know that now that is why I'm staying here Yeah, I know that now, that is why I'm staying here Leave the
Times Square. Everything must belong somewhere. I know that now, that's why I'm staying here. Yeah I know that now that's why I'm staying here. Leave
as far as The one with Benzino did I'm waitin for that next beef, I'm cocked, locked and loaded I'm ready to go so bad I'm goin bananas, My dick's so
God is gonna shake his mighty head He'll even say I'm pleased where man has been I'll tear it down and start again In the year 9595, I'm kinda wondering
your honey and your beer and I'll break South Take your money then I'll tell ya get the hell out I'll put your head out, this is my night How ya gonna
get their machine guns No more sunlight, the final fight Bring forth your pitchforks and your pipes And you shovels, the rebels and the Devils are now
cuz it's a sold-out show [Hook] [Big Boi] I Stank I can, I Stank I can, I know I can, I will The nigga B-I-G be knockin players off the field, for real
rape Some brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escape How is the war And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes Holdin' machine guns Clean fun, shootin
in your face invadin your space You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up? How long would I ride, before I fold up? How did you know
