Esham - The Oven Mitt lyrics
[Esham - The Oven Mitt lyrics]
Baby
Blessings sent from above
It be that Esham boomin' bap, so take a nap
In fact
It's a chance to rap and get slapped
With acid rap
I'm a soloist so no one has to pass it back
I be the definition of spittin' the
Classic rap you better check yourself
Before you wriggity and I pull
The glizzy out the stiggedy
Bangin' my spiggedy off the higgedy
Your whole crew wick wick wack
Your style wiggedy
And I ain't sayin' no names
I'm just highly flammable when
I'm spittin' them flames
Boomin' nouns and verbs, boomin' words
Boomin' from the hood all the
Way to the suburbs
Boomin' narcotics, Reel Life Product
This for all the real ones
Gone but not forgotten
I'ma kick it for you, keep it true
'Cause this that wicked sharp do
Do do do do do
I know you love it so below as above it
Raised in the ruins and
Ran through the rubbish
And all my brothers out
There kickin' thuggish ruggish
Runnin' through the world with
LVs on they luggage
I'm a public enemy out in the public
And don't need public assistance
From the government
I'm 'bout to spit the whole
Truth to the covenant
Where I come from on the map
Look like a oven mitt
The murder mystery writer
In history you a biter
You in the dog fight with a jet fighter
You the gas, and I'm the lighter
I'ma light yo ass up 'cause I'm the igniter
Actin' fly on the web until you see a spider
I'm Spidey, godlike, be the almighty
The motherfucker, I might be your daddy, son
Remember me? The one you got your ideas from
The mic wrecker
Screw these rappers like like Black+Deckers
I was playin' chess while
They was playin' checkers
You on the sidelines throwin'
Shots and blockin' hecklers
I'm drivin' in the fast lane
Swervin' kind of reckless
Put them cars up, get your hustle and bars up
And get your money up 'cause you
Know we got ours up
Y'all be talkin' guns like y'all
The only one got 'em
Y'all be talkin' bullets like y'all
The only one shot 'em
Y'all be talkin' dead bodies like y'all
The only one find 'em i come from Detroit
I'm only here to remind 'em
This that city slick gettin' major chips
From the game I spit
I been stop telling you where I'm
From and who I'm with
I been stop telling you where I'm
From and who I'm with
I been stop telling you where I'm
From and who I'm with
I been stop telling you where I'm
From and who I'm with
I been stop telling you where I'm
From and who I'm with
I been stop telling you where I'm
From and who I'm with
Blessings sent from above
Blessings sent from above
It be that Esham boomin' bap, so take a nap
In fact
It's a chance to rap and get slapped
With acid rap
I'm a soloist so no one has to pass it back
I be the definition of spittin' the
Classic rap you better check yourself
Before you wriggity and I pull
The glizzy out the stiggedy
Bangin' my spiggedy off the higgedy
Your whole crew wick wick wack
Your style wiggedy
And I ain't sayin' no names
I'm just highly flammable when
I'm spittin' them flames
Boomin' nouns and verbs, boomin' words
Boomin' from the hood all the
Way to the suburbs
Boomin' narcotics, Reel Life Product
This for all the real ones
Gone but not forgotten
I'ma kick it for you, keep it true
'Cause this that wicked sharp do
Do do do do do
I know you love it so below as above it
Raised in the ruins and
Ran through the rubbish
And all my brothers out
There kickin' thuggish ruggish
Runnin' through the world with
LVs on they luggage
I'm a public enemy out in the public
And don't need public assistance
From the government
I'm 'bout to spit the whole
Truth to the covenant
Where I come from on the map
Look like a oven mitt
The murder mystery writer
In history you a biter
You in the dog fight with a jet fighter
You the gas, and I'm the lighter
I'ma light yo ass up 'cause I'm the igniter
Actin' fly on the web until you see a spider
I'm Spidey, godlike, be the almighty
The motherfucker, I might be your daddy, son
Remember me? The one you got your ideas from
The mic wrecker
Screw these rappers like like Black+Deckers
I was playin' chess while
They was playin' checkers
You on the sidelines throwin'
Shots and blockin' hecklers
I'm drivin' in the fast lane
Swervin' kind of reckless
Put them cars up, get your hustle and bars up
And get your money up 'cause you
Know we got ours up
Y'all be talkin' guns like y'all
The only one got 'em
Y'all be talkin' bullets like y'all
The only one shot 'em
Y'all be talkin' dead bodies like y'all
The only one find 'em i come from Detroit
I'm only here to remind 'em
This that city slick gettin' major chips
From the game I spit
I been stop telling you where I'm
From and who I'm with
I been stop telling you where I'm
From and who I'm with
I been stop telling you where I'm
From and who I'm with
I been stop telling you where I'm
From and who I'm with
I been stop telling you where I'm
From and who I'm with
I been stop telling you where I'm
From and who I'm with
Blessings sent from above