The Godz... (must Be Crazy) Lyrics - Brand Nubian

The Godz must be crazy 

I said, the Godz must be crazy 

The Godz must be crazy 

They said the Godz must be crazy 

'Cause I let my hair go wild 

Lookin' like a nappy nigga child 

Black folk say, "Cut that bush" 

Quicker than George Bush, drugs get pushed 

They want a nigga clean-cut like the Ancient Greeks 

But the Ancient Greeks, were fuckin' freaks 

I'm gonna let it grow like a forest 

Ain't choppin' shit down, that's why I hear the sound 

Some days I wake up mad and I don't feel like hearin' shit 

Put all your talkin' to the curb Jack, you don't even know me 

Keep thinkin' wild, crush a kid when live, big on stage 

At a show, not even fuckin up my cool flow 

But this country luck's breakin', there's a war against the righteous 

But I got a gun and the God got one 

And his man got one and we gon' all be armed 

The scope is aimed at the White House and still they say 

The Godz must be crazy 

The Godz must be crazy 

They say the Godz must be crazy 

The Godz must be crazy 

Nobody do I need, bitch, back up 

You think the Godz is trizznippin'? 

You flexin', you betta watch yo'self 

They say The Godz must be crazy 

'Cause I don't bow to the cross 

I even had a priest get tossed 

Teacher of lies, kept his sword 

And when you do, you're gonna praise the Lord 

Of all things I could but I don't splurge 

Won't submerge myself in material wealth 

Just health and well-being through all eye seeing 

But eighty-five percent of y'all is disagreeing 

See the black man is God and that's an actual fact 

But every time I scream it yo I'm under attack 

With the crack on my people like a monkey on the back 

Bust it in the brain, fuck it if it leave a stain, no pain, no gain 

Black Man, change your demeanor 

It's gonna be some shit when they unleash FEMA 

We're headin' for Armageddon, I'm only spreadin' the facts yo 

But since I'm black they say that 

The Godz must be crazy 

Uh-huh, the Godz must be crazy 

They say the Godz must be crazy 

The Godz must be crazy 

One day I seen a riff, it was three against one 

Became three against two 'cause the one man was black 

Now three against three 'cause Mark the Spark was with me 

Four against three 'cause Daddy-O from Stet was there 

Was the odds fair? Have they ever been? 

I proceeded with this plan to cut a hole in the grafted man 

But then I chilled, I'll wait for the war 

Then I can off much more 

Skulls on the pavement, bones to bones 

Sawed-off, mix it with microphone 

Whole blocks filled with pools of blood 

Stars and Stripes burned up in the mud 

C-Cypher-Punks jump up to get beat down 

Play around with the X and get your eye split 

We're goin' two to the head Sadat X broke bread 

Who said the Godz must be crazy?