Esham - Slippin Out Amerikkka lyrics
[Esham - Slippin Out Amerikkka lyrics]
I'm slippin' out America, mass hysteria
Caught with possession and intent to
Write and deliver murder
Get blessed off every word I spit
From the underground streets of Detroit
This is as grimy as it gets
If the slugs fit
Wear itIf ya got riches share it
Whatchu can't take witcha let
Ya seeds inherit
But this roscoe, I'ma flare it
And snatch up the freedom
With my masked mandinos, mujahid
All praises due to Allah, Lord of the Worlds
Most compassionate, most merciful master of
The Day of Judgment thy do
We worship in thine
Aide do we seek show us the straight path
The path
Of those whom you have shown your mercy and
Not those who incure your wrath
Or those who go astray amin
I'm slippin' out America 'cuz
There's too many jails
Pretending to be friends while they
Be sellin' you sins
And they be tryin' to take like every breath
While I sit back and peep
The spectacles of death
All praises to the prophet and
The knots in my pocket
America been tryin' to kill all
Our babies for dollars
But many moons have passed and we
Gonna holla at that ass
From the future to the past
From the future to the past
I seen it all from Pharaoh to Nimrod
These niggas tryin' to play us like they God
I peep the whole scenery, the same greenery
But really though, what does it mean to me?
Caught with possession and intent to
Write and deliver murder
Get blessed off every word I spit
From the underground streets of Detroit
This is as grimy as it gets
If the slugs fit
Wear itIf ya got riches share it
Whatchu can't take witcha let
Ya seeds inherit
But this roscoe, I'ma flare it
And snatch up the freedom
With my masked mandinos, mujahid
All praises due to Allah, Lord of the Worlds
Most compassionate, most merciful master of
The Day of Judgment thy do
We worship in thine
Aide do we seek show us the straight path
The path
Of those whom you have shown your mercy and
Not those who incure your wrath
Or those who go astray amin
I'm slippin' out America 'cuz
There's too many jails
Pretending to be friends while they
Be sellin' you sins
And they be tryin' to take like every breath
While I sit back and peep
The spectacles of death
All praises to the prophet and
The knots in my pocket
America been tryin' to kill all
Our babies for dollars
But many moons have passed and we
Gonna holla at that ass
From the future to the past
From the future to the past
I seen it all from Pharaoh to Nimrod
These niggas tryin' to play us like they God
I peep the whole scenery, the same greenery
But really though, what does it mean to me?