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Esham - Makin' More Music lyrics
(INTRO) This is the season... To fear young black men, hell black men period. Espically while they kill themselves. It is contagous, this virus, this violence. (splatter his blood) Huh? What did (splatter his blood) you just say? Is he dead? (splatter his blood) I dont under(splatter his blood)stand this. Dont you know... Esham's back with another wicket track Some old wicket shit and all that A new era, I'll bring the terror plus the funk You cant rock me so dont try to copy my format Like liquid drano but it's acid rap I'm a soloist so no one has to pass it back You wanna get rid of me, I'm the epitomy Suckaz dont consider me cuz they aint shit to me See I get funky like dog shit And dont step to me raw cuz I aint havin it And if I see a microphone I'm grabbin it And like a knife to your mind I'm stabbin it The U-N-H-O-L-Y fuckin it up daily Now I'm in your system so how you gonna play me, PUNK I drop the funk like a bad habit You still chasin after tricks like a silly rabbit Show respect to the motherfuckin man Cuz I'm makin more music then your body can stand. (CHORUS) Makin more music then your body can stand Fell this, Music... Makin more music then your body can stand If...you...feel...good....I'm your maaan I'm like a gypsy with a crystal ball And I've seen the future for all of ya'll And it state's that I got a life long faith To kick the wicket shit and I'll never get in heaven's gates Twelve inch plates like brimstone And dont play my jams alone Cuz the devils in my microphone Musical madness finna self destruct The devil is my logo, but it's Reel Life Product Check mic one, two, then send a shout to All the brothaz down with the RLP crew Only real niggaz rock real shit But dont fucker cuz you know how ill I can get I put bit after bit makin hit after hit And if your down with Esham then your sayin that's the shit Grab the microphone and blaze it like a gan Cuz I'm makin more music then your body can stand (CHORUS) Makin more music then your body can stand Fell this, Music... Makin more music then your body can stand If...you...feel...good....I'm your maaan The radio say I'm wild cuz I flow freestyle So pop my tape in and fuck the radio dial They wont play me cuz I be the Unholy Now how dat sound? So I had to go underground Now you got the ghetto devil On a different level Bass and Treble Now they tryin put my records on freeze But they cant touch these so nigga nigga please Get back fore I get my backpack Esham's gunnin down the whole wackpack You can run, but you cant hide The only way out is suicide Through the rythym, throat's I'm slittin em And if they ask me how I did em I'ma say I let the rythym hit em No rapper can fuck with me Cuz 24-7 days a week I be (CHORUS) Makin more music then your body can stand Fell this, Music... Makin more music then your body can stand If...you...feel...good....I'm your maaan |
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