Esham

[fox69]

"Traces Of My Bloodtype"

"Traces Of My Bloodtype"



Traces of my bloodtype
Was found at the scene of the crime
I didn't mean to blow that hoe god
I didn't mean to blow that stupid hoe god
But yo, ye
She had the nerve to say she had my baby
Yo this bitch must be crazy
Talkin bout how her baby got traces of my bloodtype
6 kids, fucked up hoe
Yo, traces of my bloodtype was found all over Jimmy Hendrix good tall
I spilled blood on some of Elvis's blue sway shoes
I guess that's why he a movie star
Traces of my bloodtype was found in the backseat of a 6 trade
Rag top Chevrolet
Homey don't play
Cause these are traces of my bloodtype

Traces of my blood type was found all across Jesus Christ
Got crucified on
Lived and died on
Suicide on
Traces of my bloodtype

Traces of my bloodtype was found at the scene of the crime
When Rodney King got beat
Malice Green got beat to death
Cause these are traces of my bloodtype
Cause life ain't nothin but a whiskey dream
Goin insane like Kurt Kobain
Blowin out my brains just to prove a point
That I ain't afraid to die
And why

Cause traces of my bloodtype was found everytime someone draws down
And the blood stains hit the ground
In the inner city
It ain't pretty
It's a disrespect for

And traces of my bloodtype are found at the seen of the crime
Some type of domestic violence
One person dead in silence
Cause she's a corpse now

And traces of my bloodtype are found at the post office
When that kid ran in there and shot those people
Just because his check didn't come on the third
Word

Traces of my bloodtype were found at the seen of the crime
Where Malcolm X got shot
And it's all still a conspiracy
But you don't hear me though

All I'm saying is life's fucked up
So when you uncover a couple blood stains
And they test it
And they find out its traces of my bloodtype
Then they'll know you did it

 

[fox69]

"True"

"True"


Im buzzin, I need some True
Not like the shit that you smoke that you grew
Straight from Jamaica where the green grass grow
Cop me some Tops and Im ready to go
Roll me a big fat bat of the true up
Hide my bag while I call the crew up
Blaze my J and take a strong toke
Then (coughs) choke off the true smoke
But aint no thang, Im game to take another puff
And as I smoke I say damn thats some good stuff
I can roll a J in 3 seconds flat
At a baseball game I be blazin a bat
In school, I'm cool, smoke a J in the can
No homegrown please just straight up Ghan
Keep a bic in my pocket 'cause im ready to flick
Keep the true in my drawls by my balls and my dick
If you try to smoke me you can be straight up lit
I smoke the type of shit you cant fuck with

[chorus]

If you take a strong toke it'll turn your lungs blue
And that fresh smellin True green grass is on you
No tellin how much True I consume
The shit's so potent you'll catch a contact in the next room
When I blaze it's just like smog
Niggaz wake up in the morning and thinks it's early morning fog
I gotta have it, gotta smoke it, gotta have it
I can afford to be blowed 'cause my lifestyle's lavish
True's in the house when I walk in the place
Blaze up a J and blow smoke in ya face
My lifestyle's wild I can never go wrong
And I smoke more True than Cheech & Chong

[chorus]

I gotta get some more True 'cause my bag's gettin low
Jump in the ride headed for the True store
Give me a pound of your best Sensimillia
'cause I come everyday you oughta hook me up a deal
Just then the cops had to raid the place
So I puffed on my J and blew smoke in they face
They put us in cop car, me and my man Jack and Pete
Blazin up True in the backseat
The cop jumped in and he wasn't jokin
He said go to jail or give me that shit you been smokin
I said cool and didn't even think about it
As for the True, never leave home without it

 

[fox69]

"Turbulence"

"Turbulence"


10..9..8
Ignition sequence start, engines on
5..4..3..2..1
All engines running, launch commence

[chorus 2x]
I'm high up in the air, I'm feeling the turbulence
But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent serving it

[Esham]
Street lords to my niggas, cheddar boy, clockin' figures
Only fuck with the work, just to make my pockets bigger
Keep my finger on the trigger, of a AK,
Deliver
One shot to yo dome, I'll make your whole soul quiver
Shiver like the cold winter, like Detroit in December
Yo bitch kept beggin me, to put the dick up in her
She was riding on it hard, and feeling the turbulence
I hit it from the back, but she said I was hurtin it
She told me not to cum, right before I was squirtin it
I fuckin' get up, right after I do my dirt in it
I make the bed rock, but my name a Rita Mosely
Whole ki', 36 Oz.'s, a little whoadie

[chorus 2x]

Reel life's my production, no you niggas aint fuckin'
Wit' nothing that I'm doin'
I was raised up in the ruins
And I'm high up in the air and I'm feeling the turbulence
Flying on my magic carpet rockin' a turban, bitch
Droppin' bombs on mothafuckers well deserving it
Comin through beatin' down the block disturbin' shit
Esham possessed, by the sons of Saddam
When I go to sleep, I dream about money, power, and bombs
Bitch, you better recognize, the boss of the mob
Niggas soaking all my game up, like Spongebob
Squarepants
I don't dance, I boogie, it's true
I cut the head off the devil, and I'll throw it at you

[chorus 2x]

May-day, May-Day, throw the coke out on the runway
If the D.E.A. come my way, they gettin' gunplay
I'm doin' about 100, the wrong way up the runway
I wish it was a Monday, but it was a black Sunday
I was high up in the air, and feeling the turbulence
Jumpin' out of planes, wit' no parachute, on some bird shit
Flying through the air, with the greatest of ease
Things fall to they knees, snitches tell the police
We be high up in the air, and feelin' the turbulence
Floating on the black benz, blowing the purple shit
Just like the hood, when the ghetto birds circle it
Infrared search light, I just might murk you bitch!

[chorus 2x]

 

[fox69]

"U Wanna Know Something"

"U Wanna Know Something"



You wanna know somethin' that makes me sick
When people be constantly talkin' 'bout stupid shit
Shit like who made rap up
I don't give a fuck as long as I get my cut
I'm sendin' out no special thanks
And bitches wonder why I diss 'em 'cause they motherfuckin' pussy stanks
I'm goin' straight to the bank
And if I ever busta cap, it won't be no blank
So you can thank, or you can think
Singin' these lyrics might get you in the clink
I rock a beat like this or like that
Either way you look at it it's still acid rap
But from my pants I might pull my dick
And if you ever thought you'd get some you'd feel dumb
I'll snatch your tongue out 'cha mouth and you'll have ta hum
The over Lord master of disaster beat blaster
Niggaz try to do like me and they has ta
Step back, or get jack slapped
I see your bitch all on my dick 'cause the way I rap
When I slip on the lip the tip of my jimmy
Then I'll take the pussy like gimme
We gotta a lotta fake ass wanna be's followin' my footsteps
Always four steps ahead so you slept
I don't sleep, and still I manage to keep a beat
Niggaz don't wanna gimme my props but they know it's sweet
So I'ma give you enough time to hit the rewind
And for the punks who don't like me, I'm throwin' up the fuck you sign

 

[fox69]

"Unhappy"

"Unhappy"


A-1 Yola
15a - Unhappy
(I was dreamin' when I wrote this, so don't quote this. Watch me flow this.)

[Verse 1]
UNHAPPY...
When you live your life in misery
And you so blind
Can't see
Nothin' but sufferin'
Tired of strugglin'
Hustlin'
Barely gettin' by
I can't lie
Sometimes it make me wanna cry
Hold back the tears inside
Keep all my fears inside
And my pistol by my side
So much anger and aggression
From manic-depression
I grab my Smith & Wesson
This is just another lesson
I feel like God is testin'
I'm steady askin' questions
'Cause I'm unhappy

[Chorus]
Unhappy [x19]
UNHAPPY...

[Verse 2]
When you unhappy like me
A problem's never solved
You never get involved
The whole world revolves
Around doctor's diagnosis
With symptoms of insanity
Mental casualty
It's sad to see another tragedy
Blasphemy
Thinkin' too deeply
Forever sleepy
A subliminal criminal
In the darkness, you can't beat me
Pacsel
Lithium pills
Benadryl
Askin' God to forgive me
I guess this how I was sent to feel
When he unhappy

[Chorus]
Unhappy [x19]
UNHAPPY...

[Verse 3]
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
Fallin' in fire
Feels like my body is wrapped in barbed wire
I don't give a fuck no more
And I just can't take no more
How the fuck am I supposed to not to bake a cake no more?
And the only thing that's left is love
'Cause I can't hate no more
So, if you gonna kill me, do it
'Cause I just can't wait no more
Rappers dyin' from rapid fire
It just ain't safe no more
Time waits for no man
And I just can't waste no more
Steady lookin' at my mistakes
I can't erase no more
Demons fallin' from the sky
This ain't no holy place no more
God, I swear I'll never put you in second place no more
'Cause I don't wanna see that look on your face no more
Drugs, I don't chase no more
That ain't the case no more
And I finally don't wanna be a disgrace no more
A guinea pig to this world's rat race, no more
Russian Roulette in the face with a .44
I'm unhappy

[Chorus]
Unhappy [x19]
UNHAPPY...

 

[fox69]

"Velveeta"

"Velveeta"


I feel sorry for your mother
Bruce Wayne, down the way
East W

I be the dude that can't get up in vails with the Rockports
I'm outside with th pipe and the ride
The big 5-O the pimp and the yo
Pumpin' with Master P and not DeAngelo
The radio disc jock, sarakhana
Goin' off wet and marijuana
The unholy, yo yeah it's me
Straight from the D, so who wants a ki?
I'll split the wig of a dirty pig
Made a deal with the devil and I won't renig
When in Cleveland I'm in the valley down the way
Hustlin' everyday drinkin' Tanger-A
You might see me with Paul Paul or my dude Day-Day
How's about some remmie, don't be rude bay-bay
From Detroit to Cleveland, my 75 I was beamin'
Yoca Cola shoppin' OZ choppin'
This is for the hustlers who be real with they grind
Makin' more cheese than rats see in a lifetime
I just want to clock cash and rock the mic
I walked on water in Cleveland and then I shine like sunlight
I bust in Atlanta didn't let 'cha slide
Underground, Bruce Wayne, known nationwide
See I tell ya some of these rappers in the game ain't it
Some of these nappy head clowns can't afford an outfit
What you sayin' boy, you wanna get with me?
Big cheddar, melt little cheese

[CHORUS x4]
Still ain't velveeta to me

I be the microphone master, crashin' your party
Clownin' up in veils, drunk with Bacardi
You better get your girl because I'm thristy about it
And if you think I hit that, yo don't doubt it
I steal all them bigs in your hood on the regular
Million dollar playa we get money, I keep tellin' ya
I don't give a hoot if your girl don't dance
I always wear Adidas screamin' fuck your man
Yo it's E, Bruce Wayne, unholy, it's E
I'm down with Mobide and Masta M-I-N-D
Coppin' the corner ki, from the dealin' Cleveland I flee
Bustin' shots at my enemy, but you brothers ain't it to me

 

[fox69]

"Voices In My Head"

"Voices In My Head"


You're better off dead.
You're better off dead.
You should kill yourself.
You should kill yourself.
You should kill yourself.
I hear voices in my head, tellin' me go ahead,
Something in my mind says, I'm better off dead.
13 ways and still countin' them down,
Nine bodies floatin' in the river and never found.
Seems like I'm drownin' in my own conception,
I'm my worst enemy with no exception.
Cross my heart, and hope to die in many ways,
I look on the bright side, but there's no better days.
Voices are callin' me, but I can't call 'em back,
I drown my sorrows in a bottle of Kodiak.
People say what's the matter, the sounds of pitter patter,
I'm losin' my mind as I'm walk up Jacob's ladder.
Can I find sanity, you hear what I'm sayin' man?
Something keeps tellin' me to kill myself,
God damn.
They think I'm better of dead,
But I'm losin' my mind man,
I hear voices in my head.
You're better off dead, you're better off dead(4x)
I hear voices in my head. You're better off dead(3x)
Oh Lord,(Kill yourself.)
I hear voices in my head, but I can't shut 'em up,
Tellin' me to go to sleep in the tub, and never wake up.
You want to talk to me, tell me somethin' I don't know,
When the wind blows, they come but they never go.
Lookie, lookie, lookie as I'm losin' my mad mind,
Sanity and insanity, seeds intertwine.
Russian Roulette, 'cause I'm kinda upset man,
Will I regret it in a bloody silhouette?
Time will tell, if I'm going to hell,
Took the test of life, and I believe I failed.
Stop who's callin' me,
I can hear you but can't see,
Could it be Dr. Kevorken, or Derrick, or Tunney?
Takin' the final step, the final extra snap,
Doctor asistant suicide, what's so complex?
The right to die is yours, you're better off dead,
My mind's playin' tricks on me,
'cause I hear voices in my head.
You're better off dead [4x]
I hear voices in my head
You're better off dead [3x]
Oh Lord(Kill yourself)
I got the will to live, but not the right to die,
The voices tell me, I live my life in a lie.
I wanna get rid of me, myself, and I,
Red Rum's on my mind with no alibi.
I got misconceptions, of life itself,
Everything I do, hazardous to my health.
I got the witch on my back, to catch a heart attack,
Common sense on over, common sense I lack.
I got the symptoms of insanity, drivin' me insane,
Sendin' myself through pain, as I walk in the rain.
I try to close my eyes and say it's all a dream,
The voices will whisper, and then they start to scream.
I grab my head in pain, I grab my gun again,
Could it be I'm just lonely, or just going insane.
I lay my head on the pillow inside a bloody bed,
I got my gat in my hand, man,
I'ma kill these voices in my head.
I can't take it no more..
I can't take it, I'm going out my mind,
I'm going out my..
Oh shit, fuck it I'ma do it!
You're better off dead, anyway.

 

[fox69]

"Wake The Dead"

"Wake The Dead"



Picked up a Holy Bible and it burned my hands
The witch is on the broom stick, she put me in the mix
Tonight all the dead in the cemetery will dance
Now it's time to teach an old dog new tricks
You can't learn, so I burn your Holy Bible
Let's take a trip into my mind I'm suicidal
I'll get'cha locked inside my brain cell
And turn the world upside-down and make it rain hell
I know you can't see, I'm not your G-O-D
I got my soul on wax, I spin it back as I melt wax
The unwritten, rhymes forbidden, but still hittin'
The U-N-H-O-L-Y and I ain't bullshittin'
Pray all night and day, my soul might be saved
I make dead bodies roll over their graves
I drop one, drop two, and then 3, 4
After that I'll scream God I can't wait for more
WAKE THE DEAD
Wakin' up D-E-A-D bodies around me
And I'm from motherfuckin' motown G
Blood stains all in the river 'cause I'm slittin' throats
Bodies chokin' and croakin' when I hit a note
Rotten, gone but not forgotten
Breathe your last breath 'cause the rhyme was death
So yes y'all, get off the wall for the psycho
Alfadiscobeta vinyl
Aquadoodoo, rock my voodoo
I'm kinda wicked when I kick it thought you knew
I get funky in the joint, but what's the point
Esham and I'm from D motherfuckin' troit
Back up off me I'm black like coffee
I rock for the suicidalists not the softees
Up and at 'em, I'm runnin' at 'em I got 'em scared
Now watch the devil get loose as I wake the dead
WAKE THE DEAD
I never fall back, I'm not a new jack
I get to sayin' wicked shit and get a flashback
I gotta unholy mind brain, money dollar insane poetry
To all the people that knowin' me
Some say I'm crazy for kickin' my looney tunes
When I drop bass, my shit goes boom
Never ever fake shit, on stage I break shit
And when I'm rockin' it you know it's the shit
I'm never stuck up so shut the fuck up
'Cause talkin' some shit about me will run your luck up
Headbangers bang your head to wake the dead
The red rum or is the rum red
From a black man, killa rap man
I'm not the caped crusaed named Batman
I like it louder, I'll make it prouder
I'll make your system blow up like gun powder
Yes yes y'all, that's what I'm sayin'
All the headbangers bang your head to wake the dead
WAKE THE DEAD

 

[fox69]

"Walkin On Da Flatline"

"Walkin On Da Flatline"


[Esham]

Uh, 1-2, 1-2
Yo, this one goes out to everybody out there that's...
Walkin' on da flatline, out they mind

Walkin' on da flatline, nine, when I rhyme
I'm flyin' in a Benz two-seata, holdin' on my heata
Need a green leaf (bitch) don't getcha' ass smoked like reefa
Sendin' you quicker to meetcha muthafuckin' Jesus, believe this
Hell on earth, how much is your life worth
For 36 O's I'll leave you with ya eyes closed
Forever doze, I arose, the 'Day of the Dead'
Comin' through wit the ooh just to paintcha down red
I said 'Unholy' you got scared
'Cuz the day I rolled around the world wasn't prepared
My style venomous, ending lust and with us a Mausburg bust

[Chorus]
Bitches, I ball and I'll never stall
So give me a call, I'll murder you all
Y'all gonna fill in time, the chalk line
Walk da flatlines [x2]

Another evil day, music melodic, Reel Life Product
Mechanical, my mind's smokin botanicals
Deconstruct then reconstruct your whole structure
Roll ya block 'till it rupture
If ya get knocked off ya money is still cluster
Gettin' clocked by another hustler
In this game there ain't no 'trust us'
There ain't no justice, so if you fuck us, bullets will bust
Retaliation is a must, plus
A code of silence to this underworld violence
Violence, violence
A code of silence to this underworld violence
Blood money, cocaine got my nose runny
But I somehow still manage to stay scummy
Run over you in the truck like a crash test dummy
My star to the bitches 'round the world, they love me
But ain't no love for these hoes, I treat 'em all like foes
Smoke 'em wit' the .44 like hydros
Money is the key to end all ya woes
Ya ups, ya downs, ya gettin' highs, gettin' lows
But money be the root of all evil I suppose
That same evil's got blood stains on my clothes
That same evil's got blood stains on my clothes
That same evil's got blood stains on my clothes

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Was It Sum'n I Said"

"Was It Sum'n I Said"



Was it sum'n I said
That made me your idol
See I'd rather be dead
That's why I'm suicidal
And my head keeps spinnin like every day
But it's best to burn out then to fade away
See I am what I am and that's all that I am
But when I'm not high, a poor excuse for a man
I aint drinkin no forty, thinkin time with the nine
Cant you understand, I'm the tigger man
The drama's in life is so highly diluted
In time you will find wicket rhymes executed
From dawn to dusk you might hear me bust
Deep peep the wicket shit and your skull a crush
Exodus, Alpha, Omega come again
All the hate you create is comin from with in
Amen anotha sin once my mind is bled
When it's done and said I'm done as dead
Flatline...