Easy Mo Bee - When God Comes lyrics

What da f**'s going on inside the biz sh** ain't raw no more Fake is how it is I hear brothers talking 'bout shooting and k**ing 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 Chorus 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 d** 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 a** on the camera you ain't nothing but a who*e 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 pre-history 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 Chorus 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 sh** 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 Chorus