Esham

[fox69]

"Slow Motion"

"Slow Motion"


I'm ridin' high on the freeway late at night
I got some trouble on my mind 'cause my shit ain't right
I'm comin' short on the real money, a nigga broke
I need a fifth of Remmie Martin and some weed to smoke
It ain't no joke when you're comin' from the town I'm from
Most nigs be dead before 21
I'm tryin' hard just to maintain, I fry my brain
Nigga losin' his mind, slowly goin' insane
And niggaz think I got it all, I was born to ball
Eyes bloodshot red from that alcohol
I watched the rise and the fall of all my homies who ball
My dogs brains blew out blood stained the wall
Suckas wish I was dead, didn't live to tell
The way a hot slug feel, and fried skin smell
Niggaz want me dead out here playa hatin'
'Cause they bitches wanna molest, they masturbatin'
I can't help, that's the way it is, handle yo buisness
And make sure you ain't no eye witness
Keep your eyes on your money boy, at all times
Most people don't know you gotta take it slow in the sunshine

[CHORUS x2]
Another day, another way
Sometimes you gotta take it in
Slow motion, in slow motion

Gotta take it slow, can't go to fast
If I blast for cash, might not see the green grass
At last, make it all green like mash
Take your cash, then I dash, picture this with the flash
Robotic, economic, knowin' nothin' but ebonics
Still hooked on chronic, plus I'm black like Onyx
Can you see me with a telescope
Or do you need the dopeman to tell you that it's dope
I hope you know the difference between
Life or death and bein' woke from a dream
So many schemes it's hard to see between the seems
When the system redeems, bustin' infrared beams
From here to New Orleans plenty of dope fiends
That's why I keep a car clean, and fulla gasoline
Know what I mean, young nigga workin' for beans
Still chasin' your dreams

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"Slug Froma 45"

"Slug Froma 45"



I caught me a slug froma 45
Now I gotta take a dive
I'm suicidal
I'm trying not to stay alive
Voices in my head keep telling me they wanna kill me
And bullets from this gun keep tellin' me they wanna feel me
I'm sicker then I should be
So I kick it kinda critical
Psycho like a mad man
In a hospital
But you wanna put 'em in me
Put 'em in me
Do it quick
Then put me in the ground with my balls and my dick
I caught a slug froma 45
I caught a slug froma 45
Slug from a 45
Was my cause of death
I tried to squeeze the trigger
But there was no more bullets left
A hole in my head
A fucking hole in my head
Bury me alive
But I'm better off dead
Damn, I feel like I wanna die
And murder's my alibi
I know that I gonna die
When bullets fly
Should i put the barrel in my mouth
And close my eyes?
A man never cries when he dies
And I,
I caught a slug froma 45
I caught a slug froma 45
I caught a slug froma 45
I caught a slug
And got drug
My grave got dug
I heard chug-a-lug
When my head squirted blood
My body beaten bad
Brother but my body bled
And when I squirt off lead
I'm putting out my own head
I wonder why I did it
Did it, why i do, I done it
I play the game of death
And i guess I finally won it
I never fronted
But I'm fronting
For the fact I fell
Dead men don't say goodbye
Guess I'll see your ass in Hell
I caught a slug froma 45
I caught a slug froma 45
I caught a slug froma 45

 

[fox69]

"So Selfish"

"So Selfish"


You so selfish
I don't really care what the say about me
'Symptoms of Insanity' no 'Therapy' [x3]

H-U-S-T-L-E-R, Hustla
Up in Detroit, yeah we all hustlas
Pushin' the product, connected by the narcotics
Hella melodic when NATAS drop it, I got it
30,000 feet out in the air, I parachute on ya streets
I'm greetin' bustas wit' the heat
And you can see me clearly like a DVD
When I beat on your ass like a MPC
I'm twistin' bitches up like the dreads on a Rasta
I'm gunnin' atchu rappers 'cuz you just an imposta
Switch this, bitch this, nigga out right fast
Then I hit his hoe ass wit' the mini mac blast
I don't give a fuck about a 'Record Deal'
I'm still through these streets like-a Kill, Kill, Kill
The fetus, believe dis when I bust atcha Jesus
I'll take you to the dark side wit' the quickness
Sickness to ya health, take all of ya wealth
I'm comin' undetected like a muthafuckin' Stealth
Bomba, I'ma harda rhyma
Pushin' the dime-a, Chrysla
100,000 was the price-a
While you still crappin' out on the Dice-a
My style gets nice-a and nice-a
The blood riser, open ya eyes Sir
And realize you don't wanna be in my'sa

[Chorus]
You so selfish
You out here breakin' all the rules like Ebenezer Scrooge
'Cuz a - You so selfish
(I don't really care what they say about me
'Symptoms of Insanity' no 'Therapy')
[x4]

Gotta roll, gotta hold ya own stack
Gotta watch ya own back
And if ya runnin' up on me homey, bound to get blown back
I'm in ya zone wit' the chrome gat but you shoulda known that
I'm from the east side where all the birds have homes
And for self, after years I got no help
Tremendous, the bad times, they seemed endless
I spin this bottle, I mash this throttle
I don't give a fuck, still that's my motto
I keep this ammo to burn like a candle
'Cuz I'm too cold to hold, too hot to be handled
I dismantled every mic I touch, so realize why I don't give a fuck
I'll open ya up, watch me, can't stop me
Wanna' pop me 'cuz he copy
And I'm killin' all you wack ass rappers that's sloppy
And bitin', rewritin', refightin' 'Clash of the Titans'
When I see you I'm strikin', you feelin' lightning
No remorse of course for the Pale White Horse
Make 'em all feel the force when I come for yours
Kickin' down ya doors, world hood wars
To even the score, make all devils pray to the Lord
To scheme like a demon, you can't really afford
When the police lights come on, the cameras record
All this time ya thinkin' ya shoulda detoured
But ya at the sea shore witcha man overboard
And a...

[Chorus]

You.. so.. selfish..

 

[fox69]

"Some Old Wicket Shit!!!"

"Some Old Wicket Shit!!!"


[CHORUS]
Some old wicket shit
Some old wicket shit (for you)
Some old wicket shit (for you)

Midnight's the witches hour
And your outside
Somebody played a Reel Life Product tape
And commited suicide
Tryin to save ya soul it cant be done
Unholy to the son of satan, I aint the one
Congratulations brothaz and sistaz who prayed for me
Some slayed for me and still pray for me
They say my rhyme's satanic it'll make ya vomit
And I think I'm the shit when it comes down to it
You knew it and know it, unholy poet, your mind I'll blow it
If you ever heard me rhyme for the first time
It is like a hurricane, stun you like novicane
Simple and plain, Reel Life Product is insane
Your fuckin with the wrong one
Listen till the song's done
Fuck around and be on the wrong end of a gun son
Your listenin to insanity, but that's just demandin me
I say I'm Esham and you said how can it be
I'ma psycho-pathic, auto-matic
Reel Life Product, pro-static, fuck it.

[CHORUS]
Some old wicket shit
Some old wicket shit (for you)
Some old wicket shit
Some old wicket shit (for you)
Some old wicket shit
Some old wicket shit

I'm the U-N-H-O-L-Y better known as Esham
Champs and chumps step up and get some punk
Playin around with me is like playin with a rattlesnake
I shake and bake and break the fake
E-S-H-A-M I'm him not one of them
Reel Life Product's grim
A phsychofrantic motherfuckaz future's lookin dim
A R-E-A-L a L-I-F-E a P-R-O-D to the U-C-T
Reel Life Product's what I spelled our very seldom yelled
(?) dope we sell
I have the mind of the devil, the body of lucifer
Gimme a mic and watch me get loose for ya
Convince a motherfucker that suicide's the way
Another homicide, I'll live another day I lied
I said I was the unholy, 'cause a preacher told me
The U-N-H-O-L-Y is a brotha with soul see
It's written down in the god damn scriptures
Im not satanic, so fuck yall bitches.

[CHORUS]
Some old wicket shit
Some old wicket shit (for you)
Some old wicket shit
Some old wicket shit (for you)
Some old wicket shit
Some old wicket shit (for you)

Holy god, fuck the joy's
Here come Reel Life Production and the devil's groove
You cant move, you might as well tape it
And listen, and listen untill it's your favorite
The speakers are smokin, niggaz chokin
I'm provokin, no jokin, motherfuckers hopin
That I get off the mic and shut up forever
But that's a dream that'll never come true, never
I'm insane, it's hard to maintain my mentallity
If you keep listenin you'll have a wicket personality
Fuck it.

[CHORUS]
Some old wicket shit (for you)
Some old wicket shit (for you)
Some old wicket shit (for you)

This is my song (for you)
This is my song (for you)
This is my song (for you)
This is my song (for you)

 

[fox69]

"Soopa Doopa"

"Soopa Doopa"



I'm used to driving Benzes and Porches and Corvettes
You might see me in LA on Sunset
Or in Nevada, betting, three-digit degrees, not sweatin
Wearing leather, super fly, light as a feather,
Esham, Louie Vaton
Guns like megatron
Wont stop my reign on the world 'til armeggedon come
Underground phenemenon
I wrote the Necronomicon
You's an autobot, I'm a decepticon
Never steppin without my weapon son, the Smith n Wesson
Teach you a lesson son
In the blackout I was gone and knowin' where the pressures on
Don't sleep till dawn
All those who doze, wake up with your shit gone
Emergency, emergency, Dr. Evil, brain surgery
Go to court in the trial took the stand, commited purgery
Kavorkian, King the scorpian
Killed em all, but some still choose to plot on my downfall
I'm a mo-onster, I'm a co-onquer
Suicidalist, murder be my sponser
How you gonna reason with a psycho
I might go blaow when the gat sparks glow like tyco

Kill all heros (kill all heros)
Easily (easily)
Who is Super Villains? (who is super villains?)

I'm used to having money and product and narcotics
Bitches on my dick still begging me for dollars
Hollar hollar if you heard me from Detroit to the dirty
We fly like a birdy, hummers spinning thirties
Tony montana, esham bandana
Body-snatcher, running through your mind like Scanners
Original murder planners, the villains they never ran us
I do it like a pimp like Little Flip and David Banna
Supersonic, byonic, electronic, to smoking chronic
Fuck the world, as I twirl, as I sip another tonic
Super wickid shit I spit, i make my victim wanna vomit
SOOPA DOOPA!
Super labratory, spitting on a super microphone
Super stretch limo, pick me up to take me to the supa dome
I'm a Soopa Villain, holdin on the Soopa Chrome
Fuck with me and get your brains blown hoes!

 

[fox69]

"SSMD"

"SSMD"



Can't stop me
Gonna stop me

Tell the government to please stop selling me drugs
Tell the government to please stop killing the thugs
Tell the government to please stop bustin the slugs
Tell the government to please stop fuckin with us

Tell the government to please stop selling me drugs
Tell the government to please stop killing the thugs
Tell the government to please stop bustin the slugs
Tell the government to please stop fuckin with us

Tell the government to please stop selling me drugs
I was 10 when I found out what a felony was
Rakim was rappin check out my melody, cause
Word of mouth, paid in full, and I reckon he was
One hit from this took a second to buzz
Suicidalist, don't connect with the fuzz
I'm no illuminati, body after body
Casket like a benz when they buried maserati
But that's irrelevant, murder no evidence
Esham, I was the first black president
It got me white hair, your picture right there
Rap star by far, the life's a nightmare
You in a rap group, your partner's on meth
In your own face, look at your own death
But I ain't havin that, check cashin that
Look in the mirror at the one they laughin at
To the bank while everybody scared of ya
Time to make another million, comerica
Countdown to armageddon I'm preparing ya
You tuned into the dopest nigga in your area

You get high, we get higher
The government's the number one drug supplier
Informants be wearing wires
Looking down the barrel of a gun that fires

You get high, we get higher
The government's the number one drug supplier
Informants be wearing wires
Looking down the barrel of a gun that noooooooooooo

Tell the government to please stop selling me drugs
Tell the government to please stop killing the thugs
Tell the government to please stop bustin the slugs
Tell the government to please stop fuckin with us

Tell the government to please stop selling me drugs
Tell the government to please stop killing the thugs
Tell the government to please stop bustin the slugs
Tell the government to please stop fuckin with us

Tell the government I don't need no prescriptions
To add to the nations addictions
It's something bout my suicidal afflictions
That got me on some type of government restrictions
Voices in my head just won't keep quiet
You are what you eat, I'm on a heavy shark diet
Cryogenics, I'm so authentic
Hallucinogenics, I'm immune to pandemics
No gimmicks, murder music so they mimic
Wicket shit I spit, spread like an epidemic
Still they want to run a blitz from the line of scrimmage
Cash out whips, touchdown, then I'm in it
Take you on a murder ride, watch a real rider flex
Still no headaches, no symptoms, suicide effects
Come from detroit so I guess I just gotta rep
Playin russian roulette like rhianna and you die next
One bullet still left in the chamber
Of the 9 blow ya mind full of anger
You see the old english d stands for danger
It got me paranoid so I don't talk to strangers

You get high, we get higher
The government's the number one drug supplier
Informants be wearing wires
Looking down the barrel of a gun that fires

You get high, we get higher
The government's the number one drug supplier
Informants be wearing wires
Looking down the barrel of a gun that nooooooooooo

 

[fox69]

"Stop Diggin' On Da D-L"

"Stop Diggin' On Da D-L"


Can I dig ya on the D-L
Pure satisfaction
Tricks be real
Time for some action
I'm one of those niggas that don't smile
But fuck that pussy like it's goin out of style
For a while I've been gone, but I'm back
I kept the super sperm trapped in the jimmy hat
I gotta bitch I been dyin to fuck
So many niggas tryin to fuck
In line to fuck
Baby girl, you got it goin on
Hit the motel, to the break of dawn
Late night with my late night freak
Nigga on the creep once the city falls asleep
I like to dig these hoes, dig this here
I bust a nut in a magic trick then disappear
But you still unaware, cause you blind hoe
You out yo mind hoe
So stop diggin on the down low

[Chorus X2]
He wanna dig it,dig it
She wanna dig it,dig it
We wanna dig it on the down low

Now it's alot of hoes in my city
And this shit's true
Everybody's fuckin
But who's fuckin who
I gotta watch the bitch with the big, fat butt
Cause she want the nigga with the big, fat nuts
A man is measured by the things that he has
And if you ain't got shit
Well I guess you ain't shit, unless
Yo game is tight
Yo name is right, wrong you can get the bitch for the night
Cause cash rules everything Around Me
Money make a bitch pull her panties down, G
And yo, you just don't know
It could be your hoe, yo
So stop diggin on the down low

[Chorus X2]

Niggas wanna dig what I dug when I dig it
Some wanna squig what I squg when I squig it
So dig it
I'm wicket
And ain't nothin like cheap sex,love is free
But a bitch gotta pay me
Ain't nothin goin on but the rent
Love's like time cause it all gets spent
On bullshit day in and day out
Some hoes think trickin won't play out
Now who's that nigga bust a gang of nuts
In a gang of sluts
But you still don't hear me, though
Relax your mind and tricks unwind
Check the Morris Day, cause it's time
Stop diggin on the down low

[Chorus X2]

[Woman singing]

 

[fox69]

"Sunshine"

"Sunshine"



My Life in the sunshine, the sun don't shine too much on mine.
Used to be my baby, but now you just the neighborhood kid.
It's all about money, It's all about mo' money, and it's gettin mo funny
Money pays but keep in on sunny days.
But I feel funny ways on sunny days, honey plays
And i'm thinkin bout' the things I did, just to make ya' happy.
Puttin' in work doin' my dirt, and I'm the one that ends up gettin hurt.
Scoop ya' scrappy, but listen to the nappy pappy.
in the sunny days. I think about my wicked ways, juices got me crazed, so crime pays.
I Guess i know next time, but for now i'm just losin' my mind
Just for a peice a' puss', a peice of bush, and now the next man's gettin the toosh.
'Cause' I'm caught up in the sunshine.
Yeah
Most get mine in the sunshine
My life, my life, my...Yeah

 

[fox69]

"Symptoms Of Insanity"

"Symptoms Of Insanity"



Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I'm comin' back again, and I'd rather be dead
My Momma was a junkie, I need a brand new head
The symptoms of insanity got me intertwined
Voices in my head playin' tricks on my mind
I got to get my head together, 'cause it's fallin' to pieces
My mind has a migraine so I'm callin' Jesus
13 Ways to commit suicide, I'm doin'
Razor to my wrist, someone ask me what I'm doin
I wanna just die, I wanna just die, so please just cut my blood veins
Some may imply I'm insane, on my shirt is blood stains
The room is spinnin' and I'm grinnin', thinkin' evil thoughts
Nine dead bodies and I never got caught
A skitsofranitc, somebody panic, is it just mad at me?
Don't understand it G, I got the symptoms of insanity
The symptoms of insanity, I tried to get to therapy
Went all nuts, 'cause nobody cares for me
Shoot 'em all up, shoot 'em all up, bang bang, buck buck
If I can't, just look in the head, I'm dead, I don't give a fuck
Who wanna know, who wanna know, where the bad guys go?
Nine been waitin' to kill, right between the eyes, bro
Kill the fetus, kill the momma, kill the daddy and the dog
Boy, I kill ya bumper car, wicket and I'm deadly
Shoot 'em all up, shoot 'em all up, shoot 'em all up dead y'all
So many times, I write my rhymes and mutha fuckas scared of me
Esham the black devil, unholy niggero
Symptoms of insanity, I'm quick to pull the trigger, hoe
Schizophrenic, somebody panic
Say it's just mad at me, don't understand it G
I got the symptoms of insanity
I'm comin' back with the wicket shit, but now I gotta fuck it
I cut my dog's head off and threw it in a bucket
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, cross my heart and hope to die
Flowin' like this is slittin' my wrists
I see the terror in your eyes
Back 'em all up, and buck 'em all down
Lettin 'em know I'm not fuckin' around
Standin' my ground and holdin' a frown
Holdin' my dick and holdin' it down
Walkin' the trail, bloody as well
Dead skin under my fingernails
Crucifix, triple six, Esham's mackin' the funky mix
Life after life, life after death
Tell me I'm under holdin' my breath
Symptoms of the insanity
Lost my brain, end humanity
Gimme your life, appetite, settin' the fire on Devil's Night
Bury me alive, bury me dead, voices are screamin' inside of my head
Losin' my mind, losin' my mind, losin' my mind, losin' my mind
I'm losin' my mind, I got the symptoms of insanity

 

[fox69]

"The Boogieman"

"The Boogieman"



'Hey boys and girls today we're gonna play a game
What's your name son you look kinda strange, what's your name?'
'They call me the boogieman'
Let's play dead, and give ya a second to die
And if I do or die, I sing a lullaby
I'm not a crime fighter, I'm like a ghost writer
And then my rhyme is like a chip ahoy, I bet'cha bite uh
And they don't understand, a rock and roll band
I'm not the KK Klan, more like the boogie man
And Satan's in the mix and you don't wanna diss
Because this is for all the suicidalists
I'd rather be dead, I'm knockin' 'em dead
Before you live, ya die, roll over play dead
I'm the B-Double O-G-I-D-M-A-D-M-A-N
Amen, another sin, here we go the fuck again
Takin' to the T-O-P, you don't wanna fuck with me
'Cause I'm the boogie man and I'm M-A-T-G
Now you wanna know, how we go a here we go
Unholy's my scenario, kickin' it in stereo
Style is stick, kickin' the ballistics
Kinda magnificent, but always stayin' distant
You don't understand, 'cause you can't and I can
I got the whole world in my hand
'Cause I'm the boogieman
'Oh shit I'm scared, God damn boogie man'
I'd rather be dope, then prayin' and wishin' on a ho
That's all she wrote, so fuck John the Pope
And if I do that, I give a clue jack
I'm the unholy but you already knew that
I'm a black devil, black sheep
Black rhythm, black rhyme, black beat, yo
I never went pop with acid hip hop
A with a 1, 2 and ya don't stop
I keep it goin' I, I know you're knowin' I
The way I'm goin' I'm showin' ya how I'm flowin' I
I hold my black dick just like a pool stick
My cue balls in my corner pocket so watch it
But you don't understand 'cause you can't and I can
I got the whole world in my hand, 'cause I'm the boogieman
Call me the boogieman