Thinking To Myself-Esham

歌手 : Esham

专辑 : Bootleg (From the Lost Vault) Vol. 1

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:27

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TXT Thinking To Myself-Esham 文本歌词

Thinking To Myself - Esham

Well I was thinking to myself how could I get mental

And drop a wicked track over a funky instrumental

I rhyme for the mind then in time you will find

The seven sign of death and I am the seventh sign

The crew is like a devil but the devil is the crew

Its not what you know its only what you proof

Some ask me many questions and wonder my religion

I'm losing my religion that answers your decision

Blacks killing blacks seems to be the new tray

Thought shall not diss Esham that's a sin

My favorite number 666 so guess again

And if you feel the need to pray say amen

The drum is wicked I think I heard him kick it

This beat is like a piece to me so amma dick it

I'm some like Dr Jekyll but more like Mr Hyde

Some people heard my rap now they commit suicide

Now tell me is that crazy like rosemary's baby

I don't give a f**k so your death didn't phase me

Some call me a psychotic I'm more like a narcotic

My poetry's a riot and I'm down wit mill like product

The answers to your questions might off to make ya vomit

So therefore when you ask me I'm supposed to say no comment

I'm feeling rather spending some people I've offended

But you bought my record it wasn't recommended

I'm in the top ten amen no persen

Esham the unholy so here we go again

No bloops no bleeps no blunders no blurs

My style is unisex for his and hers

Someone to ride my topics unholy like I drop it

For suckers like you I keep my pistol in my pocket

So please no disruptions or rude interruptions

There will be a penalty for biting what I'm busting

So please understand that I'm the f**k in man

Some people hear my music and they think I should be banned

One for the treble two for the devil

Three for your grave that I dug wit the shovel

I'm running down the line and say a funky rhyme

Some more wicket sh*t for the very last time

I'm not the from old school and new school grade

I dropped outta school sixteen and got paid

I'm locking crazy dollars while ya fly girlie Hollands

I got much game don't need no rope around my collar

I treat a mach like a ho a ho like a freak

Then I daze in amaze by the way I speak

Amma say what I wanna say in any f**k in kinda way

Half you f**k as out there don't even know the time or day