Time to get ill, my mic starts to kill Your head is falling apart, and I start to rebuild Your mind, your outta time, I'm out ya mind
Like a '74 the heavy metal hardcore Back to the groove line Suckers tried to move mine The seventh sign of death, and death to the peace sign I start to release mine Now you gotta cease mine Shot another brother for holding up the peace sign. I got style, I got class Try to diss me, and I'll beat your ass I don't say, I spray niggaz olay Like a '74, homey don't play Down on the east side, my name is Esham Rollin' through your hood, and I'm ticking like a time bomb Ready to blow up, ready to go up side Another nigga's head, for some shit, he done said A homicidal killer, with a nine in my hands Now you get to ride in the ambulance 'cause it's murder
Dig this, a crazy brother, on a crazy, crazy tip Mother fuckers claiming raw, boy you'll get pistol whipped Whipping out my mini-mag, fucking niggaz up Bullet proof vest on my chest, now what's up? Doing it, like a renegade Sticks and stones is played Who's gone get fucked up, I got a gun, you got a blade I'm taking no shit, Reel Life product is legit Your fiendin' for my tape, like a junkie wants a hit Death is at your doorstep waiting on the one The devil is in the shell, and he comin' out a gun Going off on niggaz, like I just based the pipe Take a n
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