Esham - Thinking To Myself lyrics
[Esham - Thinking To Myself lyrics]
Well I was thinkin to myself
How could I get mental
And drop a wicked track
Over a funky instrumental
I rhyme for the mind then
In time you will find
The seven sign of death
And I am the seventh sign
The crew is like a devil
But the devil is the crew
It's not what you know
It's only what you proof
Some ask me many questions
And wonder my religion
I'm losin my religion
That answer's your decision
Blacks killin blacks
Seems to be the new tray
Thought shall not diss Esham, that's a sin
My favorite number 666, so guess again
And if you feel the need to pray, say amen
The drum is wicked
I think I heard him kick it
This beat is like a pussy to me
So I'mma dick it i'm some like Dr jeckyl
But more like Mr hyde
Some people heard my rap
Now they commitin suicide
Now tell me is that crazy
Like Rosemary's baby i don't give a fuck
So your death didn't phase me
Some call me a psychotic
I'm more like a narcotic my poetry's a riot
And I'm down wit mill like product
The answer's to your questions
Might off to make ya vomit
So therefore when you ask me
I'm supposed to say 'no comment'
I'm feelin rather splendid
Some people I've offended
But, you bought my record
It wasn't recommended
I'm in the top ten, amen, Esham the Unholy
So here we go again
No bloops, no bleeps, no blunders, no blurs
My style is unisex, for his and hers
Someone to ride my topics
Unholy like I drop it for suckers like you
I keep my pistol in my pocket
So please, no disruptions
Or rude interruptions
There will be a penalty for
Bitin what I'm bustin so please, understand
That I'm the fuckin man
Some people hear my music and they
Think I should be banned
One for the treble, two for the devil
Three for your grave that I
Dug wit the shovel
I'm runnin down the line and
Say a funky rhyme
Some more wicket shit for the very last time
I'm not the from old school
And new school grade
I dropped outta school, sixteen and got paid
I'm glockin crazy dollars while
Ya fly girlie hollas i got much game
Don't need no rope around my collar
I treat a bitch like a ho, a ho like a freak
Then I daze, in amaze, by the way I speak
I'mma say what I wanna say
In any fuckin kinda way
Half you fuckas out there
Don't even know the time or day
How could I get mental
And drop a wicked track
Over a funky instrumental
I rhyme for the mind then
In time you will find
The seven sign of death
And I am the seventh sign
The crew is like a devil
But the devil is the crew
It's not what you know
It's only what you proof
Some ask me many questions
And wonder my religion
I'm losin my religion
That answer's your decision
Blacks killin blacks
Seems to be the new tray
Thought shall not diss Esham, that's a sin
My favorite number 666, so guess again
And if you feel the need to pray, say amen
The drum is wicked
I think I heard him kick it
This beat is like a pussy to me
So I'mma dick it i'm some like Dr jeckyl
But more like Mr hyde
Some people heard my rap
Now they commitin suicide
Now tell me is that crazy
Like Rosemary's baby i don't give a fuck
So your death didn't phase me
Some call me a psychotic
I'm more like a narcotic my poetry's a riot
And I'm down wit mill like product
The answer's to your questions
Might off to make ya vomit
So therefore when you ask me
I'm supposed to say 'no comment'
I'm feelin rather splendid
Some people I've offended
But, you bought my record
It wasn't recommended
I'm in the top ten, amen, Esham the Unholy
So here we go again
No bloops, no bleeps, no blunders, no blurs
My style is unisex, for his and hers
Someone to ride my topics
Unholy like I drop it for suckers like you
I keep my pistol in my pocket
So please, no disruptions
Or rude interruptions
There will be a penalty for
Bitin what I'm bustin so please, understand
That I'm the fuckin man
Some people hear my music and they
Think I should be banned
One for the treble, two for the devil
Three for your grave that I
Dug wit the shovel
I'm runnin down the line and
Say a funky rhyme
Some more wicket shit for the very last time
I'm not the from old school
And new school grade
I dropped outta school, sixteen and got paid
I'm glockin crazy dollars while
Ya fly girlie hollas i got much game
Don't need no rope around my collar
I treat a bitch like a ho, a ho like a freak
Then I daze, in amaze, by the way I speak
I'mma say what I wanna say
In any fuckin kinda way
Half you fuckas out there
Don't even know the time or day