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Esham - Foodstamp lyrics
The witch jumped on my back So now it's time for me to rhyme in Acid Rap A mic attack, so my brain starts to swell up It's time to turn the volume up and raise the hell up A microphone overdose, too much dope Some suckaz choke but I hope they all croak This is The U-N-H-O-L-Y No need for applause ‘cuz I'm hella fly I picked up the mic and get ya strung out On that Acid Rap, Like a stamp, you all based out Once you hit it there's no turnin' back It's that Acid Hip-Hop Rap that's like crack I'm gonna hit ya with another fix So I added the new-improved inside the mix And ya hunger like a dope fiend, off of what I did I got you all strung out, on acid Shoot it, smoke it, sniff it, or just listen to it Some try to copy my chemistry but can't do it Can't get the formula right so it's fake dope Suckaz be ass-bangin' soda with benzol But I'm a real nigga from the streets of Motown Where Rock and Roll started, now I'm the hardest artist on the planet Some can't stand it and take it for granted But I always recoup and they don't understand it All in my rays of more ways I daze and faze And never seem to amaze the one who blazed The A-C-I-D, AC-DC Pump it out your system it'll blow up your battery I'm a hard rock, gunnin' down brothers like Billy the Kid Do what I did, now you're doin' that acid You're blind, to the fact I blowin' your mind Got ya all tryin' to learn my line so hit rewind The U-N-H-O-L-Y will take it back in time In due time you'll find I flow time after time I'm down for mine so stop the bitein' Heard you tried to sound like me when you was recitein' Thought it was a reverb of my voice but you're wrong son I'm the people's choice and it's been like that from day one I flow like a pro, it takes a life time to know To bite my style you have to go to first It gets worse as the verse lies, and attract flies As I metamorphosize from Jekyll to Hyde And this is for the suicidalist and Jesus Christ I met Elvis in hell but who will tell the tale Of everything that I did Unless you put it on your tongue, and do that acid This is a three minute high, or even more Ya get a rush from the rhythm so even the score You gotta pump it up to 10 again can I get an amen It don't stop, until I say when I'll make you're eardrums bleed for days Acid Rap, Some treat it like coke and catch the wave Niggaz be scared to listen some dared but didn't prepare so they can't Some drop dead and faint This is The Unholy, preachin' like a reverend Except when I die I'm not goin' to heaven, yo Because I write the @#%$ ya sniff And when I bust on riff ‘cuz most niggaz can't deal with What I'm sayin', some be prayin' The Unholy is here to say that's how it's layin', acid |
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