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ESHAM LYRICS !
Outcha Atmosphere
Paranoid, androids, aliens, asteroids
Plus I George Jetson through the solar system board
Galaxy gladiator, fuck you bitin ass style
Still in perpetrators niggas, gettin blast, many moves be packed
Too automatic, man I bomb it, wicket shit'll make ya vomit
See I'm comin like a comet, C-Section out ya stomach
Insane since an embryo, blood pour nitroglycerin
Clockin Benjamin's, from you listenin
Slugs whistlin, at the competition
Blood stains on the stage, opponents come up missing
U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder's my lullaby
Never cry, when they wish I would die, no alibi
I bust intoxicated, lyrics alive and animated
I'm the operator, plus I pocket calculate it
Male dominated, universal intergalactic
And since that crack hit, I've been dope as that shit
Fuck you niggas wit that wack shit, get smack back whips
I tell these fuck immune's, back off the spaceship
Bustin, suicidal, that's the end of discussion
Hit you wit the football and blow out ya brains rushin
[Chorus 2X]
Outcha Atmosphere, I'm out ya fuckin atmosphere
I'm out this atmosphere, I'm out this fuckin ya atmosphere
Outcha Atmosphere, I'm out ya fuckin atmosphere
I'm out this fuckin atmosphere, wit some more wicket shit
[Esham]
Suicidalist, therapy for my confessions
Livin like a demon, don't forget to count ya blessings
In my brain, aeroplane, atmosphere, you might panic
Get at me another time, another place, a different planet
Plus I walk on water, H20, formaldehyde
Suicide, murder right straight to the other side
As the sunshine rotates planet keep spinnin
Every day that you livin, is a new beginning
Out ya mind, atmosphere, state ya world, crazy helly
Much beat, in my rise, sticky green off the smelly
DDT when I'm in Cleveland, all my niggas down the way
In the Garden Valley projects, gettin money everyday, be
[Chorus 2X]
[Esham]
Light-years away, my style when you push play
I have you havin more Good Times then J.J.
You know what they say, don't put up the AK
Cuz my money gettin longer than the white lines on the freeway
Play and blaze haze, sunshine, I'm sun raised
So you heard I was milky way, so start ya stargaze
Open the Stargate, to release ya fate
Triangle like the pyramid, and that's why they fearin it
Cuz I'm
[Chorus 2X]
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KKKill the Fetus
Why did you wake up in the life, in this world we livin
Love ain't worth a dime, so then you nothin to give him
The baby has no father, he ran out on the mother
So raise him as cannibal to be like Jeffrey Dahmer
You life is really worthless, you live and then you die
You go to die, and bodies rot and then your wonder why
And then you live in doubt, til you live or live without
The facts you know, you can't afford to feed another mouth
Your head is steady spinnin, the Devil's steady grinnin
While you was steady sinnin from the very first beginnin
Is it a boy or a girl, I think I should referral
You should terminate it, because it's a lousy world
You life on the line, you're out ya fuckin mind
You gotta to your tape, cuz you're runnin outta time
It's just another embryo, attached to an umbilical
You can let that baby grow, but I'd kill it though, kill the fetus
[many samples]
[Esham]
The bodies premature, the mother is a whore
Contemplatin suicide so what you waitin for
I think I heard a splinter, but that's a normal state
Gem a hang over ya asshole until your water brake
You better use some caution, yea they used up an abortion
Death the only way to solve a suicide solution
So here's my contribution, my suicide solution
You play the game of death, but then you can't win for losin
You want it and you got this, on shit you killed the fetus
Live is just a waste, so then you outta just delete this
Problem to society, society's a problem
My suicide solution is a 38 revolver
I'm your problem solver, your life is full of horror
Some are born to die and some are die tomorrow
Vagina tissue's dorm, your pussy's kinda worn
I flipped out on a warn, if you haven't none to born
Your inner one perspective, there is one conceseptent
Your M.P.D. is positive, so you can let that baby live
It's just another embryo, attached to an umbilical
You can let that baby grow, but I'd kill it though, kill the fetus
[more samples]
[Esham]
The planet's really fucked, so know ya kinda stuck
You should of thought about it, before you bust a nut
It is a lousy world, I live a lousy life
I think I outta stab ya, wit the sunkin, wit the knife
Or push you down a flight of steps, until you fall and break ya neck
Did a little damage, can you manage on this carriage
Life is not a choice, death is the alternative
Or shit you let it grow up in this fucked up world that we live in
These are the consequences, add one more to the State Census
Born to die in poverty, so tell me what's the census
It's just another embryo, attached to an umbilical
You can let that baby grow, but I'd kill it though, kill the fetus
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ESHAM - MASTAMIND
HEADHUNTER ,
Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha
Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha
Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha
Head hunter, God damn man, I'm gonna getcha
(Mastamind)
Right now, I bring the dead body funk
I'm goin for the dunk, a motherfuckin head hunta
I'm takin aim, I got my eyes on the prize
Everybody drop low to the ground before I throw ya down
Bloods on my hands, somebody got hit
I didn't come to bullshit I come to drop shit
Fuckin witcha heads, goin in and out and in again
I'm all fucked up in the head my minds gone with the wind
Don't ask why, life's a bitch then you'll die
Real niggaz don't die, don't say goodbye to the bad guy
Mastamind and I came to take you under with me
Take you on a trip through my underground city
When you roam don't alone look behind ya
I might find ya, Mastamind's a path finda
Run don't hide keep runnin cause I'm comin
I sing my battle cry when the wicked drums are drummin
Some old wicked shit caused a madman
I gotta plan, I gotcha life in my hands
I'm the head hunta
(CHORUS)
I cut the head off the devil and I throw it at you
I cut the head off the devil and I throw it at you
I cut the head
(Esham)
I think I need some therapy my mind is playing tricks on me
I see everything in 3-D, I bust a shot at Mickey D
I looked inside his head again, fill him fulla lead again
I'm better off dead, and if I'm deader then I'm better than
Janie's gotta gun again someone said I done em in
If I did, I done em 13 ways so here I come again
Murder for my might I might, cut you with a butcher knife
Butcher burn you better better burn you up on devil's night
Cracka jack killa killa cracka with an ax
Better duck when I buck or you're gettin waxed
So take it take it yo, or take it take it slow
But if I got an ax you gotta go
Cause I'm the head hunta
(CHORUS)
(Mastamind)
I'm ready to do away witcha, in a day I'm gonna get'cha
Split cha, slit cha
Aggrevations of the world came down on me
Now I'm starvin for a cracker cause he tried to clown on me
Now you're life's in my hands, get down on ya knees
I seen ya cracka smile when they hung us from the trees
I'm back, I'm back to put ya on ya back
Bulldozer ya ass over, and lay ya flat its like that
Cause I had flashbacks, don't ask why I got an ax
Fightin for the blacks
Take it all back, everything ya took
Judgement day is here, time to throw the book at the crook
I step in ya face about to confront cha
I'mma take you under, I'mma head hunter
(CHORUS)
(Esham)
I think I need a shotgun, pop and I got one
Devil underground, scattered brains all around
Pull the trigga nigga, nigga I'ma grave digger
Head hunter wig splitta, slave nigga
Freaka catcha, gonna wet'cha with a bullet
Soon as I cock the hammer back, the trigger pull it
Hole in the back of ya head, so now you're holy
Holy shit I gotta empty out the holy clip
In God we trust so I bust with a gun shot
Head hunta don't stop, head hunta chop chop
I wanna blow ya baby's head off so bust a lead off
You'll be dead off, instead blood stains red off
The H-E-A-D H-U-N-T-E-R
Chopped off head in a cop car
So far haven't been caught yet
Number one suspect fuck around and get ya damn shirt wet
You know I'm gonna you know I wanna
Ya better get ya head out from in fronta
Cause I'm the head hunta
(CHORUS)
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MENTAL STRESS ,
"He should never even see daylight again, never"
"I have apologized publicly for the...for the Mental ang...
for the Mental Stress and emotional stress that I have a...
and I said to those people to umm...
I feel bad about it too.." (*echo*)
[Chorus]
How I need the eternal rest
Help me through my mental stress (My mental stress) - *repeat 4X*
See I've been to Hell and back, and that's a fact
I get a flashback one day I'm a snack
My mind is gone, to each his own
I wish the whole world would just leave me alone
I wanna die, I do not die
I'm on the far-side and it's passin' me by
I wanna cry, I do not cry
I have to tell me, myself and I
And who am I, I don't understand
Wipe that ass once the shit hit's the fan
Black man, my man, man
God damn man, all man, man
No shit, tell me somethin' I don't know, no hope
And I can't cope wit' the mental stress
[Chorus]
Life ain't nothin' but bullets man
And who's that nigga with the gun in-hand?
(What nigga?) This nigga, (What nigga?) That nigga
(What nigga?) This nigga, finger on the trigger
(Oh no, whatchya gonna do now boy?)
I'm finna go nuts like an Almond Joy
Bang my head against the wall three times until it bleed
Wicked Witch of the East, the belly of the beast
See, that's just how it be
Nobody really gives a fuck about me
And ya see, that I ain't got no hope
Somebody help me cope with this mental stress
[Chorus]
Lock me up and throw away the key
God took my mind and said fuck me
I kick the wicked shit until I can't nomore
I black out so much I can't think nomore
Til' I die, til' I die, when will I die?
How you be a homicide without an alibi
No lie, I can't wait til' I die
Niggas still think Heaven's up in the sky
And voices in my head call my name at night
Sometimes I don't know wrong from right
Insight, Twilight Zone's my home
I put the chrome to my dome when I'm all alone
By my lonely, I'm gonna join my dead homie
No hope, and I can't cope with the mental stress
[Chorus + talking]
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I'LL BE GLAD WHEN YOU DEAD
"Yo, Nineteen ninety ninety whateva
Closed Casket yo, we still comin outta coma,
and yo, tell 'em how you feelin right now"
I'll be glad when you dead, takin two to the head
Fill the body bag, blood stains, bloody mag
I can't rest, til I put one dead in the center of your chest
N-A-T-A-S, fuck the gun control, sell my soul
Got the symptoms of insanity, I'm slippin, oh no
And my wicked, kick the wicked, some of the wicked shit I'm backin
Wit' the mack 10, motherfucka what'chyou wanna do?
Fuck yo crew, I don't give a fuck, you know what you can suck
When I buck, betta duck
Or I'ma take one, two, three, niggas down wit me
Cause I don't give a fuck punk, I'll be glad when you dead
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'll be glad when you dead motherfucka
I'll be glad when you dead (I'll be glad when you dead)
I wanna see you do drop to them knees, wiggle them and squeeze
Blowin your brains in the breeze
I said Kill the Fetus, motherfuckin Jesus
Niggas bitin my melody, they keep on tellin me
Now I need some therapy, psychic connection
Dead bodies give me an erection, correction
Correctional facilities, can't get with these
I gave life to the rhythm and I made it breathe
I can't believe, you believe what you believe
If you believe in me then I'll let you see
Until then when it's done an said
I'ma bust one for yo head, I'll be glad when you dead
[Chorus]
I'll be glad when you locked in the body bag, zip-locked
Got the hammer cocked from the Glock
Shot's bust, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
See the good die young, and all die must
And I trust in no man, no clan
I never run, I never ran, how I could just kill a man
Damn, lit shots, an Rude Boy come down
In Motown, I don't fuck around
I'ma a nigga roamin understandin zero
Money is my hero
Don't blame me for H-A-T-E, towards me and my crew
We kick the voodoo, and always like fuck you
"Put him in a bag, put him in a bag,
put him in a bag, put him in a bag,
put him in a bag, put him in a bag,
put him in a bag put him in a bag!!"
[Chorus] - 2X
I'll be glad when you dead motherfucka
I'll be glad when you dead motherfucka (I'll be glad when you dead)
I'll be glad when you dead motherfucka
I'll be glad when you dead motherfucka (wrapped up in a body bag)
I'll be glad when you dead motherfucka
I'll be glad when you dead motherfucka
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FLATLINE ,
[Chorus]
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
Once it's gonna come and getchya
Hitchya with the razor slitchya
UnHoly, niggas need to stay up off my dick though
Sick though, when I hitchya with the wicked rhyme
Stickin' it in your mind, rewind the Flatline
Unload, explode, here's the new episode
Paranoia, can't do nuttin for ya
Helter skelter, mind melter, if I feltchya
If I die, I'm goin to Hell, who do ya tell?
Run from the Devil, gotta shovel, gravedigga
How you gonna kill a dead nigga, if you figure I'm dead?
Here's the oops upside ya head
Here's a hot piece a lead, an instead I walk the Flatline
[Chorus]
If I'm on the Flatline's, it means I'm 'bout to lose my mind
Death is the seventh sign, and I'm runnin' outta time, so check this
I'm a suicidalist, that means I ain't afraid to die
If I play the game of death, that means I play the game to die
Russian roulette, hit my two and reenact the fooly
Unruly, you'll see me lose my cool G
Click, click, click, click, clickity, click, click
Cock the hammer, and when it slams, God damn, (gunshot) bam
[Chorus]
Flatline....Flatline....Flatline....Flatline
Well I walk the Flatlines and I'm 'bout to lose my grip
Gotta gun in my hand, wrapped around my finger tips
If I slip then I might catch a hole in my head
Sceamin' out bloody redrum, for somethin I said um
My minds goin Bedlam, flash backs of Rambo
So much pressure, I grab the ammo off my dresser
I'm shakin', I start to tremble, for Jack Me Nimble
My mind starts crashin' like a symbol, and I'm in limbo
To calm me down I think I better count to ten
But I only made it to nine, I did a Flatline
[Chorus]
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CLOSED CASKET ,
What about death when it's done come and gone?"
Now I lay me down to sleep before I go to bed
Redrum was the word that a nigga said
I'm dead, and once my mind bled all day
Better watch the word when the wicked man say
Simple and plain, I feel no pain
Rotten body in the ground wit' my maggot brain
The fallen angel fell all this wickedness for Heaven
I still, so now I go to Hell at seven
I can't wait to meet the Grim Reaper, creature, feature
Esham the UnHoly, Satan was my teacher
And find the preacher, I'm gonna kill him when I catch him
Put your body in the coffin and stretch'em, closed casket
[Chorus]
(Talking) And I dont wanna die with my eyes closed-(closed casket)
I said I dont wanna die with my eyes closed-(closed cakset)
I don't really wanna feel no pain, I'm ill
I'd rather be dead, still
Lay me down, let my body rot from the buckshot to my knot
And Hell is gettin' hot, watch the hammer cock (boom!)
Now I lay me down to sleep
Watch the head of the Head hunter once I creep
Shit's deep, six feet deep infact
Bloody body in the coffin layin' on my back
Matter of fact, it's time to meet the Maker, the Undertaker
Sold my soul, as the story a told
Once again, it seems that I cannot win
And when I die, i'm goin' to Hell again, in a closed casket
[Chorus]
It seems I'm just headed for Hell, I hear screams, they call my name
Symptoms of insanity, the voices, they're all the same
I'm dead, and nobody feels my pain
One bullet, one gun, one person to blame
No shame, I take aim at my head
Cock the hammer back and out soar a piece of lead
It was said, that i'm gonna die anyway
Atleast six feet deep I got some place to stay
Wit' the maggots, bury me alive and hush
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout ashes, dust to dust
If I must, say one thing
I bet they won't say they seeing me like the King
Elvis, closed casket
[Chorus]
"I've come to conclusion, look brothers, sisters,
I want an answer, there's a... the overworld, and the underworld,
which world are you a part of?"
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Morty's Theme ,
Usin my inhibitions, callin my intuitions
Something's goin on if I'm feelin not superstitious
I'm vicious, I'm trapped inside the paradox
When my thoughts get twisted like some dreadlocks
I never or ever wondered 'bout the Voodoo
I sing the Voodoo, and now my deepest fears is comin through
I never loved ya, but I hate ya Isle
How could I love you, how, because I hate you know
So when you, I take you under, wit the wicked men
And wit the wickedness, I make a preacher slit his fuckin wrist
No comin near me, when I'm thinkin this
Cuz when I'm thinkin this, I'm thinkin suicidalist, uh
So back up off me, bust a brain sale, I bust a brain cell
I fall asleep and dream about hell
Some wonder why I'm even callin ya
The sky is fallin y'all, but after all it's my deepest feeling
[Chorus]
Morty (nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide)
Morty (how you gon hide from the fears inside)
[Esham]
Can't decode dependencies, suicidal tendencies
Brain your melt down, street lobotomy
Claustrophobia, locked in the pine box
Now I lay me down to sleep, six feet deep
Closed Casket, just another basket case
Not a mannequin, but a mad man, so you panic kid
Run from it, everybody scared, so you're callin out
Buckshots, shotgun blast, now you fallin out
Everybody hide from the deepest fears inside
Watch me and my man Morty take you on a murder ride
Suicide symptoms of the sanity, I'm blankin out
Polly want a cracker, but I'm never ever crankin out
Call me Dr. Frankenstein, dead bodies thinkin I'm
Gonna get, wit ya, when I hit ya, I'mma slit ya
Nobody can hold me, other safe is clear
Buried alive in the pine box is my deepest fear
[Chorus]
[Esham]
It's ever so clear, my deepest fear is to hit the screens
The sounds of a madman, embattled in Morty's Theme
I dream, and nightmares come true, simply voodoo
Hallucinatin visions of killin you
The thought of even thinkin that, I think I need a drink
In fact I think I need some therapy cuz ain't nobody helpin me
Since I got no excuses, for mental abuses, I'm losin faith
My only fear is to love instead of hate you
Born and bred, gone dead, my mind bled
Every time the Holy Bible was read
To say that I love consciousness, and wound up wit wicked ways
Think about Voodoo dolls, runnin wild on my last days
Spit wit Morty, my shorty, no ventriloquist
Esham the Unholy, straight suicidalist
[Chorus]
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COMERICA ,
Chorus 4X]
It's time to make another million
[Esham]
I be the insane nigga wit the migraine
Headaches, stressed out, havin million dollar doubts
Nigga wonder, and my blind like Stevie Wonder
This system try to take me under
My whole team pop scallions
No more triple beam dreams or amphetamines
I got a problem wit the FBI
I'm always like fuck 'em, muthafuck 'em
I made a millionaire dollars, and got the fuck outta Detroit
Niggas hate me there, they wanna kill me
Playa haters can't feel me
I'm underground, so check the sound
You won't catch me on your radio dial
So fuck that shit, and bump this shit
If you ain't wit this shit, suck a fat dick
You all broke ass, ho ass, never get no cash
[Chorus 4X]
[Esham]
Hold up, wait a minute
Your radio ain't shit if my tape ain't in it
So now I'm going all out
And I'mma smoke on the dance, til I fall out
You can't stop my flow, hell no
If you'se a ho, you gots to go
Street politician, connection wit chickens
The Night Before Christmas, pop Charles Dickens
Can't nobody do it like me, I'm the incredible Bruce Wayne
Please, last of the red hot blooded MC's
Nigga nigga what, smack ya bitch booty while I'm bustin a nut
My flow is ill like a virus
My words speak out to a thug like Cyrus
Kidnap ya mind, then hold it for ransom
The murder I wrote, is a suicide note, and
[Chorus]
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