Esham

[fox69]

"Make Me Wanna Holla"

"Make Me Wanna Holla"


[Esham talking]
The wicketshit continues
After I told these niggaz to stay off my dick
They still on my dick trying to bite the wicketshit
Niggaz still wanna know what Esham mean
Esham stands for East Side Hoes And Money
That's what I'm all about
But for all y'all niggaz bitin the wicketshit
And tryin to bite the style
I want you to think about one thing
[Samples Rakim]
Remember me? The one you gotcha idea from

Back in this bitch... yo for the 9-4
I gotta let these niggaz know once again
That I'm comin like this
They said the wicketshit was dead (dead)
Some ol' wicketshit ain't never dead
I gotta let y'all hoes know I'm comin back on yo ass

I stopped believing in god about a year ago
In god I can't trust but uh you don't hear me though
Cause my life in the sunshine ain't sunny
A suicidalist
My memory's on the bliss
But can you really dig what I dug if I drug
The life of a thug caught a .45 slug
I wish I was dead
But I'm fucked up in the head
Cause I'm kinda hesitant to kill myself
But I hate life
Life ain't nothin but money
And it ain't funny when your honey gets runny
I wish I was down but my mind spins round and around
And how many times can dead bodies be found
But you don't understand the tales of a madman
Unholy comin at your ass once again
Amen, and I don't give a fuck though
Sometimes I feel like giving up yo
It makes me wanna holla

[chorus x2]

[samples prince]
[samples Snoop Dogg]

(I feel like givin up)
(Make make me wanna make make me wanna holla)
[When ever my sunshine turns to rain]
(Make me wanna holla cause my dollas come in ozones)

[Esham]
It makes me wanna holla
Life comes in dollas
Doin dirt like ring around the collar
I'll a
Can't get paid if I ain't got a trade
I dropped outta school, now who got played
A fool, I'm just tryna get mine
I'm sick a seein my moms in the welfare line
A nigga, I grew up in the ghetto
I live in the ghetto
I'm never gonna get out the ghetto
The place where black folks die
And slangin them cracks is a way to get by
There's nothin else a nigga can do
And fuck the police because they only protect you
You wouldn't understand unless you was a black man
God damn
It makes me wanna holla

[chorus]

[Esham]
I'm still feelin funny ways
On them sunny days when my honey plays
The money stays
Days go by and things seem to get no better
Now the bitch wanna leave, I let her
I don't sweat her
Cause it ain't in my nature
Bringing out the worst in me, I think I hate ya
I can't deal with it hoe
I gotta stay real with it though
Swo yo
My minds spinnin cause I'm drinkin that gin and juice
Tryna forget about you, bitch
You can call me crazy
When every other nigga in the hood is a crack baby
Maybe one day I'll be dead
Bleedin in the sunshine hole in my head
That's all a nigga need
Fuck a bitch stankin ass pussy always wanna bleed
I don't need that hoe
Not in my life
Not now
Yo no
It makes me wanna holla

[chorus]

[Esham]
It makes me wanna holla
Cause life ain't nothin but a joke
Down in the ghetto
Smellin the gunsmoke
When every other bitch is on this dick
I'm trying not to be a statistic
It's hard, I can't get a job
Mo niggaz robbin
I'm steady mobbin
They tell a nigga to look on the bright side
It ain't the black side, must be the white side
I gotta watch my back in case cops wanna act up
Get ya punk ass smacked up
Cause I know you wanna kill me
Cause I know yo ass feel me
It makes me wanna holla

[chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Makin' More Music"

"Makin' More Music"


[INTRO]
This is the season...
To fear young black men, hell black men period.
Espically while they kill themselves.
It is contagous, this virus, this violence. (splatter his blood)
Huh? What did (splatter his blood) you just say?
Is he dead? (splatter his blood)
I dont under(splatter his blood)stand this.
Dont you know...

Esham's back with another wicket track
Some old wicket shit and all that
A new era, I'll bring the terror plus the funk
You cant rock me so dont try to copy my format
Like liquid drano but it's acid rap
I'm a soloist so no one has to pass it back
You wanna get rid of me, I'm the epitomy
Suckaz dont consider me 'cause they aint shit to me
See I get funky like dog shit
And dont step to me raw 'cause I aint havin it
And if I see a microphone I'm grabbin it
And like a knife to your mind I'm stabbin it
The U-N-H-O-L-Y fuckin it up daily
Now I'm in your system so how you gonna play me, PUNK
I drop the funk like a bad habit
You still chasin after tricks like a silly rabbit
Show respect to the motherfuckin man
'cause I'm makin more music then your body can stand.

[CHORUS]
Makin more music then your body can stand
Fell this, Music...
Makin more music then your body can stand
If...you...feel...good....I'm your maaan

I'm like a gypsy with a crystal ball
And I've seen the future for all of ya'll
And it state's that I got a life long faith
To kick the wicket shit and I'll never get in heaven's gates
Twelve inch plates like brimstone
And dont play my jams alone
'cause the devils in my microphone
Musical madness finna self destruct
The devil is my logo, but it's Reel Life Product
Check mic one, two, then send a shout to
All the brothaz down with the RLP crew
Only real niggaz rock real shit
But dont fucker 'cause you know how ill I can get
I put bit after bit makin hit after hit
And if your down with Esham then your sayin that's the shit
Grab the microphone and blaze it like a gan
'cause I'm makin more music then your body can stand

[CHORUS]
Makin more music then your body can stand
Fell this, Music...
Makin more music then your body can stand
If...you...feel...good....I'm your maaan

The radio say I'm wild 'cause I flow freestyle
So pop my tape in and fuck the radio dial
They wont play me 'cause I be the Unholy
Now how dat sound?
So I had to go underground
Now you got the ghetto devil
On a different level
Bass and Treble
Now they tryin put my records on freeze
But they cant touch these so nigga nigga please
Get back fore I get my backpack
Esham's gunnin down the whole wackpack
You can run, but you cant hide
The only way out is suicide
Through the rythym, throat's I'm slittin em
And if they ask me how I did em
I'ma say I let the rythym hit em
No rapper can fuck with me
'cause 24-7 days a week I be

[CHORUS]
Makin more music then your body can stand
Fell this, Music...
Makin more music then your body can stand
If...you...feel...good....I'm your maaan

 

[fox69]

"Mental Stress"

"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) [x4]

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]

 

[fox69]

"Mommy"

"Mommy"



Exclusive, A world premier
A world premier

Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)

Mommy how ya doin? Boo i hope you been fine
Been on my mind, been a long time, I'm still on the grind
Can't help but think about the way you did your thang when you did it
You curled your toes when I hit it
I'd be the first to admit it, its oh so good
I'm feelin you, uh uh I'm feelin you
So let me be your murderer, the only one thats killing you
O-L-D school, kicking game since pre-school
Down in Miami South Beach by the pool
Where the girls girls be driving 'em wild
I tell ya one more time ma, i'm feelin your style
Girl he can't be your Superman
But i can be your kryptonite
Cause you looking thick tonight
And i'm servin dick tonight
I stick it like I kick it like
And no I ain't go no look-alikes
And when i be chargin hoes I be like i drive a hard bargain
I beg your pardon, boo boo
Never sweat'er like a fubu
It's true true that i'm cookoo for the chocha when I'm with you

Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)

Mommy don't mean to press the issue
But oh girl I miss you
Wanna kiss you, never diss you
Because what we got is so official
My pockets stay lumpy, cookies stay chunky
And I cant mess with honey if she can't pop that monkey
Kick me down money, aint shit funny
Cause I'm spinning on blades whether rainy or sunny
Momma, cookoo for the chocha, you know I never really can say goodbye, mama

Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)

I dedicate this erotic poetry to the mommies who knowin me
Come blow dro with me, mommy, come flow with me
Go with me, roll with me, on extacy
Let me be me, you can be you and be free
We, meaning us, to just trust that this last
Never get back lost moments when time pass
Mommy cheers to you when I raise my glass
I hope its always like this when we cross paths.

Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)

Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)

 

[fox69]

"Mr. Negativity"

"Mr. Negativity"


Yo, 313 D-E-T
Remember me
The one ya gotcha ideas from, oh my God
Look I gotta gun, so you better run

Fuck everybody in the industry, I be
Mr. Negativity sleepin with my uzi
Fuck the five mics you givin me
I'll take you on a journey journalist, insane's how I'm livin see
I'm livin like a nigga straight outta jail
Down on his luck, ain't got no money but I gotta gun and some shells
Oh hell, might as well pull the trigga
On every snake nigga, when he slither
Bitch I ain't happy I flow bitter
Take a Louisville bat to ya head, crack
But then again, should I just slit his throat?
For sayin my fuckin name in that rhyme he wrote
Should I kill yo wife and ya child
For tryin to assassinate me n my style?
Bitch please, hoe please
Catch these bullets when I squeeze
I shoot

[CHORUS x2]
Mr. Negativity
Negative, negative, negative
I squeeze

I ain't got shit positive to say
About any rapper on the mic today
Cause ain't no rap groups out that I know
That make me wanna listen to the hoe ass radio
All I hear is motherfuckers tryin ta make a comeback
With pop styles or 50 niggaz on a track
That shit is wack, ya need ta be smacked
With the grill of the Cadillac
Soldiers always tryin ta bite somethin
Cause they know deep down they bitch ass can't write nothin
Niggaz steal ya raps quicker than ya Dana's
So I'mma start murderin entertainers
Hole in ya head for bein famous
Everybody know you stupid, now you really brainless
Shameless and nameless, catch these missles when I am this

[CHORUS]

Everybody and they momma wanna busta fuckin rap
Step in the ring and get walked on like a doormat
Far as the radio goes fuck ya format
Cause Detroit city is where we war at
I don't giva fuck nigga
I squeeze triggas, my gun's bigger
I blast em, bucks 'em, motherfucks em
Don't let em hear no omi new shit you can't trust em
Cause niggaz be runnin outta ideas
And they'll still steal a niggaz shit still
How come ya new cd sound just like my last album?
Catch the dum dums
And come up

[CHORUS]

Negative, negative negative
Negative, negative, negative

 

[fox69]

"My 9 Rhymes"

"My 9 Rhymes"



Born beat up and always hungry
Never thought I'd turn into a criminal if anything
Runnin from the cops like Al Capone
Goin Rambo on them mother fuckers like Sly Stallone
Got a gat in my pants like its part of my belt
Suckers scared like butter so they start to melt
I stand silent like concrete in Detroits streets
What a rich man throws away is what a poor man eats
When i was 5 my mind start to blow
Told my teacher i want to be like Hitler when i grow up
When i was 7 disregarded the laws of heaven
When i was 10 i started commiting sin
I went to church on Sunday and i cussed out the reverand
When i became an adolescent i never learned my lesson
Witchcraft and voodoo with needles and pins
Puttin holes in mother fuckers with a fuckin smith and wesson
A homicidal vital recital Esham my title
I know my shit is deaf and i know you want a bite oh
But no dont do it you'll be just a carbon copy
Esham is original and everyone else is sloppy
Still i kill im sweet like Sugar Hill
Not your average everyday elemantry run of the mill
Mother fucker get it strait i dont battle thats for suckers
You wish you was down with Reel Life Product aint that right brothers
I dont bullshit no need to bullshit
You pull some shit and you'll be pullin bullets n shit
Brother think im bluffin pull me bluff and get fucked up and
Its time for me to shut up cus i really said enough

 

[fox69]

"My Homie Got Shot"

"My Homie Got Shot"


Woke up early Sunday mornin'
And before I could get outta bed
I got blood stains all on my t-shirt
Last night my homie caught a slug in his head
It was a Saturday night and everything was all right
Until some fool tried to disrespect
My homie whipped out the heater, the 9 millimeter
And col' put his ass in check, well
Them suckas rolled off and we thought it was over
But little did we know we was wrong
Them came racin' 'round the corner, barrel's stickin' out the window
The bullets flyin' cold blew out his dome
My homie got shot

[CHORUS 2x]
My homie got shot, he's a goner black
He's a goner
My homie got shot, he's a goner black
My homie got shot

My homie fell to the ground and I knew he was dead
By the painful look in his face
Bloodstains on my shirt, God damn my nigga hurt
'Cause his brains was all over the place
Well, I'm thinkin' 'bout gettin' back, time for the payback
I know where these niggaz be
When they shot my fuckin' homie, they left me by my lonely
And col' took a peace a me
Well, I got ta creep up on 'em, 'bout to put one in 'em
But before I could do all that
A nigga caught my ass slippin' at point blank range
.45 put 'em in my back
My homie got shot

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"My Last Words"

"My Last Words"


Devilish rockin' in hell
Mind of a psycho funk I sell
The U-N-H-O-L-Y just as well
I think I gotta buzz from the quart of Champelle
Time to get wicked watch me kick it
And I'm a throw it in your face until your sick of it
You see the radio won't play my music
If I say suck my dick they refuse it
Fuck the radio now what 'cha wanna do
Fuck 107.5 and channel 62
Fuck the new dance show also
"I'm sick of that shit, listen to the hit"
And any motherfucker who doubts me
Close your mouth 'cause you don't know shit about me
I got a whole new attitude, I still get rude
I still kick wicked shit and I ain't changin' shit
Fuck censorship I say suck my dick
Back to back with a ho and a bitch
And all y'all suckas can suck my balls
And if I'm goin' to hell, I'm goin' out sayin' fuck y'all

[CHORUS 4x]
Yeah I got some last words
Fuck all y'all
Bitches, niggaz, parents, teachers
The radio, the church house, and the preacher

Suck my dick till I die
You think I give a fuck if I make your grandma cry
Bitch get real, 'cause I'm a get ill
Some nigga tryin' to dis me? Now be for real
I got the funk I flow, just to fuck ya ho
And I'm cold gettin' pussy 'cause your bitch said so
Fuck Reverend Night, while I rock the mic
Better lock your doors on devil's night
'Cause I'm a crucafix and let loose the mix
And for the punks who don't like me let loose my dick
Turn the noise up and watch me tear it up
And if ya ain't singin' with me shut the fuck up
I'm gonna make ya holler, while I clock big dollars
While your bitch is cold screamin' my name, yes y'all
For all y'all hopin' for my downfall
Fuck all y'all

[CHORUS]

On your FM band, I get banned off the radio dial
I get buck wild, now I gotta style
That just won't quit
And if you don't like it just suck my dick
The U-N-H-O-L-Y son of a bitch
Cold holdin' my dick 'cause I'm doin' this shit
How this shit be done rappin' son of a gun
You said you saw me with the devil, but I ain't the one
So try to fess me, or even test me
But fuck you and Elvis Presley
I'm sick of that dead motherfucker let him die
Everybody always comin' with an alibi
Now they say he ain't dead, he livin' in Texas
When all the bitches on the planet think I'm sexist
Fuck Elvis Presley he can suck my nuts yes
What he meant to you, I give a fuck less
And I don't care about you, her, or him
It's long, tall, short, fat E-S-H-A-M
And to all the ones that hope for my downfall
It'll never happen so fuck all y'all

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"My Mind's Blowin Up"

"My Mind's Blowin Up"


You are now about to enter my mind, a place where few have dared to go, when...it's about to blow.

Life aint shit, yours and mine
In god it's time, I gotta find myself
Through all this madness
Manic depression and sadness
I want a way out, I want a better route
Voices in my head, I wanna let em out
I get so pissed off, when shit aint going right
It gets tight
I'm trapped in here
The only friend I got is my enemy and he's in the mirror
I gotta deal with the tension
The shit get's so deep, I dont go to sleep
Bullshit and hell on earth
I ask myself, how much is my life worth?
I'm thinkin bout god
In god we trust, but I cant trust him
Before I die, the one thing I wanna do
Is have my cake and eat it too
I was born in sin, I guess I'm born again
From this life I was torn to get born again
It's all fucked up....I think my minds blowin up

[Chorus]
If you can just, get yo mind together
If you can just, get yo mind together

I said I gotta get my head together
But my head aint together yet
I'm thinkin no sweat
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'd rather jump off the ledge myself
Symptoms of insanity, might as well do it
Aint nothin to it but to do it
I'm comin down off a bad trip
LSD, I got's the acid
Life aint nothin but a riddle
Deaths on the other side
I'm kinda stuck in the middle
Can I get a little or alot
Can I say a prayer, your religion's all you got
I know what I'm supposed to know
But I dont know when I gotta go I gotta go
Somebodys callin me
You see what I'm sayin 'cause I'm sayin what you see
I cant walk alone, I'm in the Twilight Zone
They told me Jesus was a clone
I dont read the bible
Because it's all about survival
So I get my rifle and get trifled
It's all fucked up...I think my minds blowin up

[Chorus]
If you can just, get yo mind together
If you can just, get yo mind together

I take time out to smell the shit
All the shit, all this shit I cant deal with
And if I deal with it, then I get ill with it
I'm kinda still with it, but I stay reel with it
I cant get caught up, trouble's my mind thought up
Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde's back brought up
Some people tell me that I'm way outta line
I step back and touch their heads and blow their minds
I feel I'm ill, I feel I'm reel
I feel I'm dead, I feel I died, but I'm alive still
The only problem I have is life, living
But I dont sweat it, I dont regret it
Give what I'm giving, test me and you'll fail
Follow in my footsteps and walk the bloody trail
How much is my life worth on a scale
From one to ten, cant win for lose and lose to win
I cant begin to tell you how it's fucked up
I think my minds blowin up

[Chorus]
If you can just, get yo mind together
If you can just, get yo mind together

 

[fox69]

"My Understanding Is Zero"

"My Understanding Is Zero"



My understanding is zero
For the simple fact I'm not a hero
Born broke, beat up and always acting evil
I'm playin for keeps
I gots to carry my shank
And keep my hands on my thang
While I'm checkin my bank
I gots nuthin to lose
But I'd rather be six feet deep
I sing the blues
Cause I'm deep and I don't sleep
My understanding's zero watchin channel fuzz
I don't like the fuzz
I'm like was not was
Then I was not or will be
And if I was not
You better murder me man
I'm tellin ya'll to kill me
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, that's what they call me
My last words is like
"Fuck all ya'll, G"
And when I die I'm takin muthafuckaz out with me
And when I die the meat-wagon's gonna come and get me
My understanding's zero cause I'm just a zero
I hear no, I say no, I see no, no evil Yo!
Is I crazy, Is I am, Is I am?
So fuck a flim flam
My butcherknife's bloody
And bout your God, bout your God
Your God is money man
In God we trust
The ill rhyme I bust, oh!
I fall into a state, I'm in depression
Playin me a game of true confessions
I want ya'll to know, I want ya'll to know
If you grow up in the ghetto
Your understanding's zero, zero, zero