Mysterious Ways - Natas

Listen close so you won’t miss a word of what I say today

Watch me flow as I let the instrumental play

I walk to the beat of a different drum

So no one else can be what I’ve become

Mister Mastamind’s comin' at ya

You can run and run my son, but I’m bound to catch ya

And lock you in to a fury of thoughts

So you’ll think twice about crossing my path 'cause it shouldn’t be crossed

Only the strong survive through song

You got any tactics of takin me down?

Bring 'em on

How do you stop an unstoppable brotha?

Whose mind is the craziest of all, so take cover

This is just a frame of mind that a nigga goes through

From time to time so this time I think I’ll show you

The rhyme works in mysterious ways

To keep you comin' back for more forever the dark ways

Keep out the reach of little girls and boys

It’s like playin' with fire and dangerous toys

I’m like a problem you can’t solve right offhand

Only a Reel Life Product can understand

(Verse 2 — Esham)

Unsolved riddles, unsolved clues

But when they say my name you only hear bad news

But as I walk and talk this way I must say

I’m infamous, notorious and mysterious

The U-N-H-O-L-Y pumpin' it up, no lie

I’m not your average guy, cross my heart and hope to die

Some people say they saw the devil in my eye

But I’m the same person that made your granny cry

1−2-3 and Masta M-I-N-D and I say fuck every last human being

What makes me this way?

Why I say the things I say?

That is how I choose to play, kickin it, fuckin'-A

Sellin' your soul ain’t shit to me

And will I ever get in Heaven?

Well, it’s a mystery

(Verse 3 — Mastamind)

Never in history has a mystery

Been so hard to conceive and believe

You try to read the Mastamind, but you’ll never know him

You’re blinded by my Hellish, Erotic Poem

Your vision is too blurry to even take a peek at the mysterious man

With the microphone in his hand

You only know what I let you know, so

Everyone’s a prisoner in this 'til I let you go

With rhymes like these

The M-I-N-D is breaking through barricades of MCs

Step to the side before a homicide is made

Be thinkin' there’s a process while my music is bein' played

Shit is heavy, don’t take it lightly

I’m runnin' in and out and around the rhythm daily and nightly

The unbeatable poet givin' you a Hell of a scare

You suckers out there wish too but can’t compare

Yo, study the fundamentals of this

Rewind the shit if there’s anything you missed

Blame it on me if this makes you delirious

Mastamind, the nigga who’s real and serious

Searched 'em all for a Hell of a rapper man

'Cause here he is, I’m so mysterious

(Verse 4 — Mastamind)

Many runnin' round town droppin' dimes down

And every time I see you mother fuckers I frown

Don’t even speak upon, you might get blasted on

Somebody hand me the 9-mil so I can kill

Nigga you want to play rough you played the wrong game

Well, I’ll snatch your last breath, 'cause that’s the game of death

You make your own bed to sleep and lie in

But this time I’ll make you your death bed for you to die in

What’s the name of the crew?

NATAS

Devilish-ass Reel Life Products

Once the mic has dropped everyone can tell

We’re mysterious, real niggas from hell