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?