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Songtexte: Natas. Wicket World Wide .com. Like A Spirit.


Mastamind.....
Esham....
Natas.....
Where ever you go
I'll follow
Esham.....
Like a spirit.....

[Mastamind]
First you catch the slug
Then you get yo' grave dug
Then if ya can't remember there's a hole then fuck God with no love
Case closed, call it a day
They fallen in all they can say
Is rest in peace, now let us all pray
I'm blessed and I'm cursed
Feel the pain, my niggas feelin' worse
The painted bloody herse, a black chrome on the perch
Ride thru the universe, landin' on earth
Demandin' my worth, puttin' in work, you the first jerk
I do the day, doin' the day after midnight
Hope you can catch some zzz, wake up get yo' shit right
Too much in sight, wicket visionaires
It's like all those lost souls in the streets, in the cememtaries

I was there for the death
I'm there for the birth
I'll be there when the meek inherit the earth
Got yo' mind wicket
Mastamind, reads like a spirit [x2]

[Mastamind]
I'm on some I don't give a fuck shit
I don't need no love shit
I'm goin' public wit my problems cuz I'm disgusted
Suckas tryin' to get at me, like they know me
Niggas tryin' to do some wicket shit like they unholy
Repentin' they sins, beg fo' forgiveness again
Don't know the evil within, they can't even get in
You goin' against the wind, goin' against the me
Who gone start and finish this shit from beginnin' to end
Brothas sittin' in the pen or sittin' in the den
Have yo' mind on that when, you lose and you win
For real
Reads ya like a spirit

I was there for the death
I'm there for the birth
I'll be there when the meek inherit the earth
Got yo' mind wicket
Mastamind, reads ya like a spirit [x3]

Wicket world wide
All across this mutha fucka
Reads ya like a spirit
C'mon, c'mon