Esham - Comatose lyrics

I won't soothe your pain
I won't ease your strain i'll seek you out
Flay you alive
One more word and you won't survive
And I'm not scared of your stolen power
I see right through you any hour
I'll seek you out flay you alive
One more word and you won't survive
And I'm not scared of your stolen power
I see right through you any hour

Boomin' Words From Hell, two-thousand-twelve
I shoulda been dead
I can't say no more 'cause all this
Shit you know I been said voices in my head
Dead presidents, my friends dead
Don't nobody love me
I'm the black Kunta Kinte
Hot like caliente, Unholy padre
You can steal my style but you'll
Still do what I say
I'm blatantly payin' president shit
Like Ronald Reagan
These niggas is waitin', hatin'
Accusin' me like Satan
I wanna kill 'em all, mama
I hate they fuckin' guts
I see these niggas, I'm goin' nuts
I'll never put my Uzi up
I'm already dead, I been dead for years
So don't shed no tears
'cause I ain't happy here
On these burnt up blocks I
Grew up like Black Ops
Runnin' through the ghetto
With a machine gun shootin' cops
Pop, pop, pop, pop you know my theme song
America's nightmare, the dream's gone

I'll seek you out flay you alive
One more word and you won't survive
And I'm not scared of your stolen power
I see right through you any hour

I grew up in a crackhouse
Sittin' 'round machine guns
Countin' five hundred thousand
Dollars in Ones
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and riches
Stay away from broke bitches
Sayin' them snitches get what'cha gonna get
Get what'cha gonna get
What you get don't make me shit
My eyes on fire, my eyes on fire
And everything I see is burnt
Up in this bitch
Schi-schi-schizophrenic, ma ma manic
Depression, always had the answers
To the questions
The fallen angel fell from the Heavens above
Father forgive me 'cause in my
Heart I had no love
No love, we don't speak, ho
I'm hustlin' all week, though
I'm layin' up sippin' that Clicquot
With my little freak-ho
She sniffin' that shit from Chico
This bitch think my name Rico
She love it when I pull a
Knife and cut her booty cheeks?
Hustlin' all in my blood all we know is that
Stand on truth nigga yeah you a dirty rat
They out to get me, I know they out to get me
But when they come for me I'm
Takin' a few with me
All my niggas in the hood get rich
Mathematic acrobatics, do another flip
I don't give a fuck who you rollin' wit'
If you in a hot car sellin' stolen shit
It really don't matter my pockets get fatter
Shotgun blast and the all
They blood splatters
Master blaster king of disaster
Shot another person for profit
Like the Pastor
Drug abusin', optical illusion
Broke a blood vessel in my eye
Fo' contusions cruisin' for a bruisin'
Boozin' on the daily
Livin' the life, nigga, it's crazy

It's crazythis lifegod bless
(Felling any foe with my gaze)
Unite! What up 'tho
(Steady emerging with grace)
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