Esham

[fox69]

"Red Rum"

"Red Rum"


Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Time to get ill, my mic starts to kill
Your head is falling apart, and I start to rebuild
Your mind, your outta time, I'm out ya mind
Like a '74 the heavy metal hardcore
Back to the groove line
Suckers tried to move mine
The seventh sign of death, and death to the peace sign
I start to release mine
Now you gotta cease mine
Shot another brother for holding up the peace sign.
I got style, I got class
Try to diss me, and I'll beat your ass
I don't say, I spray niggaz olay
Like a '74, homey don't play
Down on the east side, my name is Esham
Rollin' through your hood, and I'm ticking like a time bomb
Ready to blow up, ready to go up side
Another nigga's head, for some shit, he done said
A homicidal killer, with a nine in my hands
Now you get to ride in the ambulance
Cuz it's murder

[Chorus]
Redrum,Redrum Redrum, Redrum
Redrum, Redrum , Redrum , Redrum
Redrum, Redrum, Redrum ,Redrum
Redrum, Redrum, Redrum , Redrum
Redrum!!

Dig this, a crazy brother, on a crazy, crazy tip
Mother fuckers claiming raw, boy you'll get pistol whipped
Whipping out my mini-mag, fucking niggaz up
Bullet proof vest on my chest, now what's up?
Doing it, like a renegade
Sticks and stones is played
Who's gone get fucked up, I got a gun, you got a blade
I'm taking no shit, Reel Life product is legit
Your fiendin' for my tape, like a junkie wants a hit
Death is at your doorstep waiting on the one
The devil is in the shell, and he comin' out a gun
Going off on niggaz, like I just based the pipe
Take a nigga's life, cuz I'm just the type
It's a doggie dog world, and I'm the pit bull
And a nigga jump crazy, bite his ass in a minute
I'm partners with the devil, taking nigga's on a hell raise
Brothers thinking, I've been dead for days
Beat your ass up, and leave you bleeding in the gutter
You said I was a sucker, your mother
Now your dead, with a busted head
No one seen or even heard of ya
Talking that trash, you get a busted ass
No one fucks with a murderer.

[Chorus]

Homicide is my alias
Niggaz don't diss, cuz they scared of us
I'm that nigga that make your nightmares come true
I'm not dead, but I'm death can still haunt you
More like Jason, but it's you I'm chasin'
And once I catch ya, I'm micin' and acein'
Runnin' through your mind like Loki
And the reason you don't see me, cuz I'm low key
I'm the Saturday shocker, horror flick routine
Showin' you shit, that you never seen
Michael Myers, the crucifiers
My verse gets cursed, when worse gets worse
Comin' to get ya, when I hit ya done
Die, and go to hell, and come back as my son
Down on wax, with the killer tracks
Get so dope, I'm like a pound of crack
Homicide is on my side, suicide
Tried to get to this side, and died
My def jam plays like a boom, boom, boom
Sending out disses, to whom it may concern
Brothas will learn, I take no time to burn
I'll Murder

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Reload"

"Reload"



Reload, explode, I'm a crack ya fuckin' code
Killer instinct mode so I always stay calico
In the battlezone I hold the phatter chrome
I'm tellin' every MC in the galaxy
That it's on, but I gots love for all the ones who's got love
Packed back, we got slugs,I got slugs for thugs back
For the dope deal
And a motherfuckin' a piece a crack
Fuck a ronin twissin diamonds if you don't know the time
Fuck all of that
Nigga matter fact ball is whack
If you don't know what to do to stack and takes your cash
If you don't know the game cause you's a biatch

Reload, reload, reload, reload

Reloadin' ain't no thang, it's all gon' spin
I'm time in the wind, I don't make friends
Motherfucker what you thought? Red rum is my talk
Wicket shit is what I spit, patin to acid
The fallen angel means I strangle and bang ya
Take ya hat off
Esham's out cold like Adolf
Hitler, slit ya, boy I'm out ta get cha
Ya never shoulda fucked with me
Eternally, imperpituity
I'm out to end your exsistence
I last forever
I will endure whatever, where ever
And reload
I'm perpitatin' while you perptratin' I go on forever
Misload more pebbles you can speak 5 words for thee
Farrel forevermore, forever and a day
Forever and ever in all ages
The nebula is segular
On a cellular, on a regular
Last syllabyl of recorded time
Till death till doomsday Esham
I'm death, Mr. Fortuneteller watch me television peete my capella
Get fucked and get your groove back like Stella
And you ain't even gotta go to Jamaica

 

[fox69]

"Rocks Off!"

"Rocks Off!"


I came to get my rocks off...
Right there, right there.
I came to get my rocks off...
Ahh you hit the spot, baby.
I came to get my rocks off...
Ohhh.
I came to get my rocks off...

I came to get my rocks off,
Knock the boots and the socks off,
I hope the pussy ain't burnin' like hot sauce.
I got my jimmy hat, come on and gimme that,
Hairy bloody Mary, hopin' that it's plenty fat.
Bend your ass over cuz I'm goin' in the rectum,
Balls in your mouth, yeah I expect them,
To be juggle, jiggle, wiggle, and shakin',
Ain't no fakin', cuz I'm down for pussy dickin'.
Got my dick in yo' mouth, all by your gums,
I wanna see ya hum, cuz I wanna see me cum.
Niggas try to cock block cuz I make they hoes hot,
She's got my dick in her mouth!

I came to get my rocks off... [x4]

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, that's what you is to me,
Let a nun suck my dick, and the preacher man see.
Get buck wild, I like to fuck doggy style.
And do it in the alley, slam dunkin' like Sally,
With the funk comin' from the female,
Pressed on Lee nails, and yet still the pussy smells.
These are the tales, the freaky tales,
And a stanky pussy bitch can go to hell.
Yeah, Esham's back the unholy black devil,
Take a stanky bitch to that other level.
Ain't no shame, ain't no shame in the hoe,
Make me came from where I cum from, bitch give me a blow,
And let her know, it don't pay to be a hoe,
Cuz I run up in your pussy like the big foe,
I came to get my rocks off.

I came to get my rocks off... [x4]

I came to get my rocks off, big bust big nuts,
What's up sluts, hoe, tramp, bitch suck dick all day.
Knotty long, dick gone bone, king kong,
Get more pussy than a dyke on a dirt bike,
Don't like, what I'm talkin' 'bout,
Put my dick up in your mouth.
Skezzer, hoe pleaser, pussy teaser.
Throw a bitch in the trunk, bumpin' that funk.
Hang my nuts on the coconut tree, suck my D-I-C-K,
All day, fuck the KKK.
Shoot a nut like a AK.
Spray the whole fuckin' block,
A tick tock and you don't stop,
When you're suckin' my cock.
I came to get my rocks off.

I came to get my rocks off... [x9]

 

[fox69]

"Runnin' From Me"

"Runnin' From Me"


K, hold it down, do it again...
Like you or I would believe in God,
They believe in that thing, Satan.
And some officers don't believe it,
It's just ghost stories to them.
I, myself, have personally seen cases,
It's not only a local problem, for a small department, such as mine,
It's a national problem.
Come and deal with the real,
The devil packs steel like this,
Plus I'm a suicidalist.
God bless the child who gets buck wild,
With the wicket style, terror in the aisles,
Livin' kinda foul, actin' kinda foul,
Yeah, I'm kinda foul yall, foul ball.
Run from the gun, if I do ya then your done,
If it didn't do ya done, sawed off shotgun.
Radio fuck 'em, 'cause I said fuck 'em,
If I see the DJ, buck, buck, buck 'em.
Unholy, unholy, unholy brotha,
When I nutta, niggas shutta.
Funky get cutta, it's a little drunk,
Put your dead body in the trunk with the pumps,
Sister Mary, Sister Mary, why your pussy so hairy?
Gimme that hot bloody Mary.
Esham black devil with a gun,
Run nigga run, run nigga run.
I'll choke ya, provoke ya, my brother,
Suffocated under a pillow intended to smother.
The son of Satan, just waitin' to done it,
But I got ya all runnin'!
Runnin' from the devil
They're not all liars, they're all not making it up,
They're not all crazy, they're not all psychotic,
Something's going on here.
[Dialing] Hello, suicide hot line.
I just cut up my wife and my kids,
I need to talk to somebody.
Hold please.
What's going..hey
If you would like to make a call, please hang up and try again,
if you need help, hang up and then dial your operator.
Oh, I'ma kill myself.

 

[fox69]

"Salvia Divinorum"

"Salvia Divinorum"



Woke up this morning with a brand new attitude
I was filled with joy and gratitude
There’s no way to describe it but if could
I was feeling good; I was feeling good good
Sun shining barbeque I smell it in the air
California love the girls I wish that I was there
Riding down sunset in a drop top
Fat burgers seen the cops at Randy’s doughnut shop
And I’m going to cruise up the coast down in Malibu
See some French vanilla chicks I be like comment allez-vous (“how are you”)
Cause they out there on the beach they getting them a sun tan
It’s a gang of girls out here but I was only one man

And I’m feeling good good good, feeling so good good good
Cause I’m feeling good good good, feeling so good good good
And I’m feeling good

We be so fresh
TGIF thank God it’s Friday
Pay day is my day
I’m picking you up, and taking you out
Throw on that new dress, oh girl yeah you fresh
Looking so good, they so envious
Yeah we make them all believers
We Loving all the divas
Tens, twenty’s, fifty’s, hundreds, you got it if you want it
Yeah you know we run it, y’all already done it
(Y’all already done it)

Cause she looking good good good, looking good good good
Cause she looking good good good, looking good good good
She looking good

 

[fox69]

"Sell Me Yo Soul"

"Sell Me Yo Soul"


Sell me yo soul [11x]
I was born a slave, and I'm still a slave,
Just because I misbehaved.
And you mutha fuckas still tryin' to calm me down,
When the priest stole your money and he skipped town.
When you went to church, you said your soul was sold,
In God we trust, you gave the priest your bank roll.
You sold your soul to a man talkin' about God,
Give him money so he can pay his rent, and that's odd.
But he don't stay in the ghetto, but yet you do,
So are you fuckin' him, or is he fuckin' you?
Give me your money says the man in the white collar,
Praise the lord, as he hollas takin' all the dollas.
This ain't blasphemy or sacri-religion,
It's just a brotha tellin' you how it is,
And I'ma tell this priest, rippin' off my people as the story is told,
Sell me yo' soul
This ain't Hellen Keller so how can you hear me,
I once saw a priest make a blind woman see.
Or was it that the woman was never blind, and he was lyin',
I'm here to tell ya that the priest was out his mind.
He made a lady get out her wheel chair and walk,
He'll say abra cabdabra and the mute man will talk.
Then he'll pass the plate while your mind is in a mental state,
Changin' up the words in the Bible so you'll think it's great.
Little do you know the Father's robbin' you blind,
'cause he know you don't know, God is the state of lien'.
Your praisin' the priest instead of praisin' the Lord,
And Sunday is pay day for him, 'cause that's what he's there for.
Give me your money, quarters and dimes and pennies,
Whatever you got, he'll take it, 'cause he'll take anything.
And you wonder why he drive a Cadillac in gold,
'cause you're selling your soul.
The priest is just jackin' so how can you bust him?
He don't pay taxes, so how can you trust him?
Look at Tammy and Jimmy Baker,
The mother fucker was a fuckin' liar, a fuckin' faker.
Takin' your money and stone cold bankin',
Dead bodies stacked up, and stankin'.
Just a fucked up way to be,
All you mutha fuckas out here poisonin' soceity.
And you say, thou shall not steal,
When you fuckin' go get a new Cadilac Seville.
And when you take off that black dress,
You got a brand new silk suit, cleaned and pressed.
I rest my case, 'cause a preacher can't tell me shit, he don't see race.
And I'ma say this shit coast to coast,
You's a goddamn liar if you say you caught the Holy Ghost.
Some have as the story is told,
But if you have, then sell me yo soul.

 

[fox69]

"Silicone"

"Silicone"



You wanna be dead nigga?
Yeah you, you wanna be dead?
Now how you lie, 'cause I'll kill you
Yeah I'll kill ya

Lord for bid, I do a bid
I never bid on a suckas life
And if I did, it'd be a jacknife
I'm out to kill a clone
Nigga be actin' silicone, still it's on, still it's on
In my darkest hour, I clock the glock
Death is certain, life is not
I got 13 ways, less than 7 days
To change my wicked ways before I'm off to an early grave
One more is drug related, another body murdered premeditated
Fallen victim to what I stated
You don't understand me 'cause I'm dyslexic
My styles come sick as anarexic
I don't sing church songs but bust shot guns
At ministers 'cause I can't trust none
Break out the skull and bones
Here comes the ill ass nigga with the 3 5 7 chrome
And it goes on in my maggot brain
I remain insane to bring the pain with the migrane
Niggaz with breasts I'll snatch yo' heart out 'cho chest
And stand like a 'cano possesed as I finish 'em
Your silicone leaks, nigga

Nigga, silicone

All I hear is your screams
Somebody's screamin' out my name I weigh my uzi on a triple beam
Unload my magazine niggaz can't read me
Red rums all I hear so you wanna bleed me
I pop niggaz like corns, stickin' niggaz like thorns
And I yawns at your funeral while your family mourns
I'm not inclined to sympathize in my mind
I'll be glad when you in a body bag for bed time
You can't afford this, all aboard this
Nighttrain, come and ride the midnight maggot brain
I need some therapy I shot my therapist
He got me pissed, 'cause I'm nothin' but a straight suicidalist
Idiotic, my voodoo's symbotic to a mad man
I'm down to put a slug in an arean
And I'm down for whatever, whenever, however
Is clever whether forever or for never
So don't test one mad motherfucker
If you do, dick sucker, I'm a pop yo silicone

Nigga, silicone
Nigga

My wicked shit is wicked, niggaz bite it when I kick it
But I'm sick with this, it's so ridiculous
I don't believe in God, so it's odd
Everytime I bust ill shit, niggaz screamin' oh my God
I got the G-Lo, I got the kilo
And it's cocked to pop, pop, pop piggity pop pop
And it don't stop it never did
The wicked shit'll never die, I have no alibi for murder, shit
I'm contemplatin' suicide 24 7
And like I told your ass before it ain't no fuckin' heaven
I'm mannick depressed, I'm panicked to never confess
I'm the one that put them slugs in my moma chest
Premeditated, murder's always on my fuckin' mind
Body outlined chalk to walk the flatline
You wanna know what goes on in my maggot brain
It won't stop until the whole world feels my pain
Came in cold dependencies, suicidal tendencies
Mental stress got me beggin' for eternal rest
I must confess to the real, I'm out to kill a clone
I pop tittie niggaz that's silicone

Nigga, silicone
Nigga, nigga, silicone

 

[fox69]

"Since Day One"

"Since Day One"


[Esham talking]
Since day one, I been pushin' A1
Movin' Yola on the streets...

[chorus]
Since day one, I been pushin' A1
Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son?
Since day one, I been pushin' A1
Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son?

[Esham]
Time to cook up, got the California hook-up
My paper's stacked like skyscrapers, gotta look up
24 parlay, tryin'a do a show a day
Move a-half-a brick of Yay, get the fuck up out my way
OH NO, I don't give a fuck again
Cock my UZI you might catch a buck, my friend
Guns and grams, you know that's what we on
Servin' Zips in zones, that's what we on
Movin' bricks and O's, that's what we on
Pounds of Kush to grow, that's what we on, Yo
Summertime snow, that's what we on
Countin' cash all night, 'til the early mizzorn

Since day one, I been pushin' A1
Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son?
Since day one, I been pushin' A1
Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son?

[Esham]
A-1 Yola, Caine and baking soda
Takin' your orders, I'm the bolder promoter
Went from rocks to 8 balls, half Oz's
Full Onions to QP's, a afee to a half a B
Now I'm in the streets of the D
And if you wanna get money, then you're fuckin' with me
But if you're broke and can't cope, write a suicide note
Cuz if you come short with my money, then your ass'll get smoked
I ain't no joke, don't provoke the pistol smoke
Takin' penitentiary chances, livin' life with dope, bitch!

Since day one, I been pushin' A1
Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son?
Since day one, I been pushin' A1
Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son?

[Esham]
Sitting down in a weight house, countin' the bricks
Duncan-Hines, Betty Crocker, all in the mix
Sara Lee, bake me a C-A-K-E
Rollin' through your hood with my shit off safety
Boomin' narcotics, Reel Life Product
Through Hell I ball, in gasoline draws, yall
Read fed magazine with teflon bullets
Schizophrenic, Manic depressed, when I pull it
Rubber band rapper, all my knots, sittin' in spots
Duckin' from cops, still servin' when the block is hot
POP POP goes the weasel, I'm diesel
Stuntin' on these hoes, like I'm Evel Knievel

Since day one, I been pushin' A1
Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son?
Since day one, I been pushin' A1
Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son?

This is dedicated to the niggaz who been down since day one...
A-1...
Day one...
A-1...

Since day one, I been pushin' A1
Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son?
Since day one, I been pushin' A1
Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son?

Since day one, I been pushin' A1
Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son?
Since day one, I been pushin' A1
Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son?

 

[fox69]

"Skydive"

"Skydive"


[Talking]
You need me to peal ya banana? Rock the bandana?
Scared to come to Detroit? Runnin', hidin' cracked out
Witcha momma. While you play witcha baby dolls and
Pajamas, don't letcha moms getcha brains blew out
Wit' the cannon. I know you scared. Oh you scared
You scared. I know you scared. Oh you scared, you
Scared. Check this out...

It's about time you turned this off
'Cuz I'ma go and get my sawed-off
And drink some fuckin' Smirnoff
And blow ya fuckin' head off
So much blood can't get the red off
You're better really dead off
Say the wrong thing can set a war off
Like Hitler, Adolf
It's a thin line between showin' love and settin' hate off
Pushin' powder for power, takin' cream from cowards
I would hate to not clock every hour
Something wicked comes this way-off
So you better pray-off
For another day, if not you might be shot
Wit' the AK-off
Die when the bullets spray off
Jesus Christ, you begged for ya life twice
When the mortician embalmed ya body he took ya ice
In the coffin people often said you looked nice
Witcha Royal Blue suit on, half ya face gone
It's time to pay up when the bodies catch the spray up
Evil that's still in these streets still won't allow me to put the K up
When the dope don't weigh up, these bitches wanna lay up
All in the D Spot and get the streets hot
The narcos roll around here lookin' for the crooks
The hatas live around here give me dirty looks
I heard some hatas plottin' wanna kick my door in
'Cuz I gots more ends then all of ya hoe-ass kins
Oh no, can't trust nobody, this game is deadly
And murder's on my mind inside my musical medley
And I

[Chorus]
Skydive, just to stay alive
Maximum overdrive, some don't survive
I need some 'Therapy' but ain't nobody helpin' me
These bitches think I'm crazy
I'm fallin', I hear the demons callin' [x2]

Callin' my name, steady beggin' for change
Don't blame me for Russian Roulette when you started the game
Dead men don't sing, ain't no heroes in Hell
So you walk the bloody trail, either dead or in jail
I'ma bless you but you should pray for me
'Cuz I be doin' wicked shit on the daily
Suicidalist, the suicidal recital
The U-N-H-O-L-Y be my muthafuckin' title
Murder rappers and combat so homicidal
I'm the center of the universe
I burst worse, I shoot first
When I do dirt you cursed
Last ride in the hearse
The preacher kicked the last verse
He told everybody gather around
If ya mind is lost, may your soul be found
If a bullet took away somebody you really loved
I see ya blessin's comin' down from the Heavens above
'Cuz I

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Slippin Out Amerikkka"

"Slippin Out Amerikkka"


[Esham]
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 it.If ya got riches share it
Whatchu cant take witcha let ya seeds inherit
But this roscoe, I'ma flare it
And snatch up the freedom with my masked mandinos, Mujahid

[Mujahid in Muslim]
[Translation of Chorus]
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...

[Esham]
I'm slippin' out America 'cuz there's too many jails
Pretending to be friends while they be sellin' you sins

[Mujahid speaking muslim]
And they be tryin' to take like every breath
While I sit back and peep the spectacles of death

[Mujahid speaking muslim]
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

[Mujahid]
I seen it all from Pharaoh to Nimrod
These niggaz tryin' to play us like they God
I peep the whole scenery, the same greenery
But really though, what does it mean to me?

[chorus]