Esham

[fox69]

"All Of My Life"

"All Of My Life"



"Uhh... all of my life real serious... check this out... yo"

All of my life
I need a husband, boy, you need a wife
And so lets make it right
I'm through with the thugging and the hanging all night
Oh, baby

All of my life
I've been searchin the whole world for someone like you
To maybe have a daughter or a son that look like you
If I was true and you was true and we was true together
Well, then theres nothing in this world we couldnt do together
We went to school together plus we looked so cool together
They see us out there, they be like "Them two still together"
No matter the weather, broken wings, you patch my feathers
And thats why it's always heavenly forever

All of my life
I need a husband, boy, you need a wife
And so lets make it right
I'm through with the thugging and the hanging all night
Oh, baby

Let me tell you, girl, I'll never sell you, girl
Your heart's made out of glass, I won't drop your world
So precious as a pearl
I know I put you through some things that made you wanna cry, girl
But you stood by, girl
Girl, I need your nose bleed if I leave ya
I love the way you rock my boat like Aliyah
I can't wait to see ya, pull up in the two seater
Drop-top showing off your smile with a knock-knock

All of my life
I need a husband, boy, you need a wife
And so lets make it right
I'm through with the thugging and the hanging all night
Oh, baby

I'm through with runnin the streats, my gun in my reach
I'm through with hanging all night. Drinking liqour aint right
I just might wind up in the hospital from being irresponsible, the worst
I'm through with puttin everything first
I'm through with everything

"You'll need a wife that's gonna be with you to the end ...and ever
...hustling ...through the pain ...we will struggle ...and the strain
...we can struggle together ...together ...we'll be ...yeah ...ohh"

TOGETHER... FATHER FORGIVE ME... FOR ALL MY SINS...
I REPENT

 

[fox69]

"Amen Another Sin"

"Amen Another Sin"



This is the beginin' of another sin,
All yall welcome to hell, 'cause my record's spinnin',
So many cryed 'cause the rhythm and I'm stil grinnin',
And I brought death to the image of Lenin.
Let me begin, amen for the brothers and sisters,
A musicial sacrifice to Esham's listeners.
Every time I grab the mic,
I leave blood stains,
'cause I'm flowin' like a blood vein.
I'm like the devil, I flow like a creature.
And you wonderin', how deep can I rhyme, yall.
S-I-N- as I begin a sin,
It would be wise to notify your next of kin.
Grab a mic in the moonlight, and start to recite,
Look me in the face when I'm rappin' and lose your sight.
Said I was a devil worshipper, Esham I never heard of a,
Sucka like you, another silent murder.
Killed 'em in the moonlight, listen to me recite,
Another sin, so here I go again,
Deadly notorious, I'm poisonous,
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.
Dead men don't sing, I bring terror like inhumaning,
It's a pity the devil's a human being.
I rap like a Gypsey, so witness a psycho one,
Give me a beat, I'll get unholy in a church.
My music is underground, a spiritual sound,
I got your head spinnin' like a merry go 'round.
Some say I escaped from a psycho ward,
I died when I picked up the mic, to recite,
Many rhymes, release the fury of a mad man,
666 and a mic in my hand.
I'm like sandman better than any on the mic today,
Every body grab a cross, tonight we say, Amen

 

[fox69]

"Any Style You Want"

"Any Style You Want"


(Any style you want, big boy you gon get it) [x4]

Step in the place
Bitches look at me from head to toe
Hoe ass niggaz look like "Oh no"
Cuz I'm the
Body snatcha, bitch catcha
Got a .357, don't make me point it atcha
Cuz when I'm gone off Hennesy
I be tryin to fuck hoes from Detroit to Tennessee
And it's a everyday thang to me
And yo, only my nutz get to hang with me--nigga
(I got a phat sack of indo)
Man--I got a half ounce of Afghan--fuck that
I'm from the city where they show no pity
Niggaz get buried in the ground like Frank Nitti
Nigga--fill my cup up with V-S-O-P
And Reel Life is in the house most definitely
Fuckin with these hoes

[Chorus:]
Hey young ho(the world is yours) [x4]

You might catch me tippin at a tittie bar
Fuckin with bitches with big booties, and there they are
You got: Bootylicious, Rumpshaka
Nuttin Nyce, Jamaica,
Peaches, Secret, Versace, Sassette
Mystic, Lipstick--I see some pussy y'all
Ahhhh shit
Back to the bar, take a sip of my drink
I'm thinkin to myself, "Do her pussy stank?"
(Ay girl why you fuckin with that nigga, he ain't pimpin)
He trippin, I ain't bullshittin
Come and get this bank while I sip my drink
Some of you hoes fresh out the fish tank
Say somethin smellin fishy
And they say it's you
Ah shit, get the fuck back baby boo
Cuz if it's true, I ain't even tryina fuck wit you
And plus you look like a dog named Scooby Doo--ho

[Chorus:]
Hey young ho(the world is yours) [x4]

I got bitches, on my mind
I can't hold back bitch, now's the time
I wanna fuck all bitches in the house tonight
Like Rudy Ray Moore played Dolemite
Oh shit bitch, you got my dick on bone
Now I'm makin raps about you on the microphone
Ain't no way in the world I'm leave you alone
Heard you had the bomb pussy, I asked my boy Tone
Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
Bitch bring a friend
And if she ain't fuckin then leave her ass home(take yo ass home)
Cuz she ain't gettin nothin but the thuggish ruggish bone
I'm gone

[Esham: singing]
If I only had one bitch
That would always suck my dick
Like you told me in your letters
One bitch is always better
So I save the dick for you
Cuz no other bitch will do
One bitch is always better

[Chorus:]
Hey young ho(the world is yours) [x4]

(???, any style you want, big boy you gon get it) [x5]

 

[fox69]

"Au Revoir"

"Au Revoir"


[CHOURS]
[Lady signing]
Au Revoir!,[man sing] Why is it so hard to say good bye
[Lady] Bye, Bye

[ESHAM]
Why oh why is it so hard to say goodbye my lord
Oh tell me is it a stairway to heaven I can't afford?
Racin' in this race you might have a crash collision
While your babies find their way to make their own decisions
Ain't nobody tell me nothin' 'bout hustlin' strugglin' and gamblin'
And runnin' through the maze in Detroit while they're scribble scramblin'

[chours x1.2]

[T.N.T???]
Now one, you thought I was gone
Thought I was lost in the storm
But uh, I can never seem let go of this game
Gotta keep rollin' on
Gotta keep holdin' on, to my handles
Stay strong, through the scandles
You can neva do, what you plan to do, when niggas try to undahand you
Why oh why is it so hard to say peace, to my pain
I got the soul of the beast, in my veins
I guess I'll never change
All these games people play, I pay no mind
No evidence, no crime
Can't let go, of this wicked rhyme

[Chorus]
[T.N.T.???]
Why oh why is it hard to say goodbye?
Who do doves cry?
Why must I stay high?
In my world, niggas get wet, like jerry curls
Mothers cry
Funeral processions ride by
Formaldehyde keeps my mind, in the sky
I believe, I believe I can fly,
But uh, why is it so hard to say goodbye?
Goodbye

[song fades]

 

[fox69]

"Back In Da Day"

"Back In Da Day"


A thug changes, and love changes
and best friends become strangers
A thug changes, and love changes
(yo, uh)

Can it be, that i stayed away for too long?
Did i leave your mind when i was gone?
Baby ain't no need to pretend I aint actin live
I'm like a young-ass Michael from the Jackson Five (HEE HEEE)
But you don't feel me, the industry for years been trying to kill me
Me and my niggas stay in the cracks like roaches
Always runnin from the Raids when the cops approaches
Man my style is just too ferocious
Been spitting potent dope for years, that's why I overdoses
Now I'm gonna tell you how it all began
Before Eminem
Before all of them
I'm a tell you how they tried to play me
How my city betrayed me, made me fuckin go crazy
Made me carry the AK in the back with my base

This worlds so cold
I'm a let you know
You can't get away with tryin to steal my flow

In eighty-eight I set up shop before detroit had shock
Kid Rock never rode a bike down my block
Remember Homie the Clown?
And thats about the time ICP put it down
Detroits most wanted, K-Ice and Maistro and Smiley
I was at the Disk, spendin' bank with Gregg Riley
Even though we was movin units every day
Still gots no love or radio play
Maybe because I won't pay payola
Known in the streets for moving yoca cola
Me and my brother, trying to get up out the ghetto
Take care of my mother, cause I love her
It was no hip hop shops or freestyle battles
Only a city full of snakes that rattle
Remember "Sugar is sugar and salt is salt"
If they didnt sell records, its not my fault
I used to watch the scene with Natt Morris
I dedicate this to Detroit, now I'm a sing the chorus

So high you cant get over it
So high you cant get over it
So low thats why i'm holding it
So low thats why i'm holding it

Boss up
A real soldier learn to take orders
So his game is still pulled through in the fourth quarter
I know you cant believe that you've all been decieved
Its like a girl sayin her hairs real but its a weave
Feminem is a style
She-twelve is an age
She lives across 8 mile, but still can get gauged
Kill the fetus, please believe this, word to Jesus
I got niggas with the blowoff in they freezers
Facts is facts and fictions fictions
If you cant take the heat stay up out the kitchen
I remember droppin Hellter Skkkelter
Before Devils Night, I could of burned down the shelter
We was bumpin Awesome Dre
Representing Detroit way before you meant Dr. Gay
All my underground niggas up at c Notes
Open mic spitting wicket shit that we wrote
There wasn't no East to West Coast
Just Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Los.

This worlds so cold
I'm a let you know
You can't get away with trying to steal my flow

[esham pushin the beat with his mouth in the backround]

 

[fox69]

"Bang"

"Bang"



"Who's there?"
"Forgive me father for I have sinned."
"Yes my son You have a confession to make?"
"They want me to do it again."
"Those who repent shall recieve salvation."
"I gotta go back..."

...I bang on everything, boy

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Up jump the boogie
And you're just a rookie
So I take your cookies boy
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
I'm getting money, I push the seven-sixty
Got green like Bill Bixby baby
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
No, you shouldna missed me
Cause I'm gonna toss 'em back at ya, like hot frisbees fucka
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
It's all I know, it's all I do
Countin cash in stacks, grind all night through

I'm pushin' packages bitch
I got a automatic
I ran down your block and popped a crack addict
Speakin' in tounges since I was young. I tote a uzi
Professional hitman, pop you and your floozie
Who's he? Esham, I do no interviews
Blood's on my tennishoes, win or lose
I'm finda smoke a ounce of kush
Fuck George Bush
Still on the block where it's hot murders be overlooked
Dreams and nightmares
Everythings right there
In the city that don't care
Somehow we profit off welfare - Hell yeah
Pistols be popping
Coppers is dropping
No time for no bitches, keep my riches
'Less it's coke shoppin'

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
No, you don't know me
I roll with my homie
It's Jesus, not unholy, ya heard me?
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
I send hollows threw you , I scream "Hallelujah"
I do ya, cause you don't know me baby
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
This is for my Crips and my Bloods
And all my gangstas and thugs that show slug love
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Guns up in the club, holding a lot of drugs
Whats really good, what?

Power and paper stacked up like skyscrapers
I'm getting my money right
I'm keeping my game tight
Oh no
I'm comin up on a bubble
Bitches in trouble
Breakin boulders like Barney Rubble
Makin' my pockets double (whoady)
Slug from a fourty-five, I live and die
Like the gangstas before me
'Till they fourty-four me
Or outlaw me
They never saw no one raw as me
The general in this war is me
Hilter
Young wigspliter
Kill any rapper out there, nuclear warfare
Spit napalm, Esham
Wicket like Taliban
Pushin denally from Detroit to Cali, mon
Wicket
Wicket
Wicket
It's so wicket
Wicket
The way I kick shit

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
I'm poppin' pistols
So duck if the bullets whistle
You're hopin that they don't hit you, homie
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
I'm down to buck'em all, fuck'em all
Till they bodys in the ground where the maggots crawl
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
This is not a game
Say "hello" to my little friend.. Bang Bang Bang
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Blow out your brains
Ain't no friends in this game
Fuck a five-0 and the fame

Prelude to all this evil,
Some people might say it's money whether they believe you.
Judgement day is still a'comin people, never leave me.
It will be with me forever only time i need you's
When your fuckin head is severed stackin'up my green books.
At night I'm playin' with black magic. Tell me, have you seen crooks
Busting off they automatics deep into the darkness?
Some might even say i'm heartless
Even if tha cops is around, I bang your ass regardless.

 

[fox69]

"Be-4"

"Be-4"



Mirror mirror on the wall
A suicidal brotha must take a fall
Can I talk for a second to myself
Can I talk for a second to myself
Can I look into my eyes for a second
Take a second look into my eyes
Im not suprised at what I see
I see you starin right back at me
So I can take a chance, take a razor to my wrist, take a rest
Take me a razor from the medicine chest
But I hesitate to take myself out my misery
I gotta get my head together, oh whatever
Ima do, i gotta do it right now
'cause im a suicidalist and i know how
Life aint nothin but bitches and money
So Elizabeth, im comin to join ya honey
Can I get wicked, get wicked can I get
Im losin my mind I cant take this shit
I think im gonna do it, gonna do it man I think
I bet by tomorrow dead bodies might stink
13 ways how to do it man I know
But if I gotta go I guess I gotta go
Im still dreamin about death and everyday is like dead
I got a screw loose and a hole in my head
Tick tock and you dont stop
Fuck the muthafuckin cops
Man im thinkin all this crazy shit
I grip my dick.......

 

[fox69]

"Black Orchid"

"Black Orchid"


[esham]
What's up honey? don't mind me askin, but how your ass been?
And fuck that chatty nigga, if he's a has been
I got twenty, 'cause I'm good and plenty
To get the dollars, get the dick, if you gettin any
You gotta work that pussy fast, work that pussy slow
It don't matter 'cause these bitches know I got the phatter dough
Ain't no trick, but I gotta trick dick like hoodini
I want ya fine ass on my dick like the genie
Grant my wishes, blow your hugs and kisses in the wind
G-string up ya ass, all I see is pussy skin
And nigs don't know about my titty bar ho
She be dancin til the break of dawn wit no panties on
Dough, lickin her lips, her pussy smells on my fingertips
She's ill, I think I fucked her wit the dollar bill
For real, her titties, look so ferm, I might burn
If I run up in her raw, wit the super sperm
She got a

[chorus 4x]
Work that pussy fast, work that pussy slow
Work that muthafucka, outta baller's cash flow

[esham]
Something surprise me about your eyes
They make my dick rise, and then your ass got me hypnotized
Watch you put dollars up ya pussy, ho
They make my dick swoll, and you the reason why these niggas roll
Big cash flow, watch your ass ho
Pussy for days, got nigs, runnin thru a maze
Gotta funny way of lookin at me, know I wanna skeez ya
Then I got the other pussy, put it in the freezer
Dollar strapped around you leg, on the rubber band
I know deep down you could never love a move
Only the money, go to get yours, at all cost
Pussy ain't nothin, but a way to take a lost
I gotta let these hoes know, that I ain't no trick
I'm just a nigga wit a dick, and a mind that's sick
So pull your panties to your knees, 'cause I aim to please
I bet that pussy get hot, like a hundred degrees, when you

[chorus 4x]

[esham]
I see the way every nigga is scopin, hopin
He can get a change at your kinda romance
Every nigga in the house, got one thing on they mind
Seein the back of your head, watchin that ass from behind
Tell me somethin, if you wasn't workin at this club
Would you be lookin at me like you was fuckin me
Or better yet be duckin me
I don't want anything from you, you don't nothing from me
If this was back in the day, you be fuckin for free
I sit and daze and reminisce on how I used to bone her
I told the waitress to rush over another corona
I give the bitch a hundred dollars just to dance on my lap
I tell the dj slow it down, 'cause this bitch is all that
I want the time to go slow, and my dough even slower
I wanna fuck ya pussy, but I don't even know her
I can't go out like the next man
God damn, bitch, do you know who the fuck I am, gotta

[chorus 4x]

 

[fox69]

"Bolivia"

"Bolivia"


[Chorus: Esham w/ kids]
(Paper....Gotta have that Paper...) Gotta..Gotta Gotta Have that Paper..Paper
(Paper....Gotta have that Paper...)
(Paper....Gotta have that Paper...)
(Paper....Gotta have that Paper...)
(Paper....)

[Verse 1]
Gotta get that feddy cuz I need it, that's why I stay heated
Jesus save me, throw me down a bundle
Wrapped up like a football, bet I won't fumble
Stumble, I'm lying in the jungle, serving my "Bo-Jumbles"
A killer where my gun blows, but I stay humble
Watch 'em all crumble, "Baller" like "Motumbo"
Riding with a bumble, beats causing rumble
Hoes try to beat a nigga like a bongo
Mixerman cook 'em in a pot like gumbo
Specially when your pesos coming so pronto

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Gotta get some purple is what I'm smoking, that' why I stay choking, locc'n
English broken, all this papers got me open
Get more papers all I'm hoping
No need to say a word to papers, spoken
Freezer frozen when I'm posing
Passion, cameras, flashing lights and action main attraction
Paper make everything better best believe it, and I love to receive it
Billionaire baller status, the chief is still breathing

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Gotta have that mucho de nero, and when I got it its to querdo
Errday, allday, baby girl what you say I can't stay
We can play I don't pay, keep me right around the way
We can ride around the today, AaaaYo. HeeeyHo
Wake up get ya cake up...bake up
Only thing that matters in this life is paper, everybody got they own price for paper
Chips with the dip grims when ya get more paper then ya even know what to do with
So let me get right to it

[Chorus]

[Outo: Kid Talking]
Dadda we gotta get all the paper
That's right
So we can have that lure jet
And we can be on MTV Cribs with the mansion and the swimming pool
This Lil' Tey Tey represent

 

[fox69]

"Boom!"
(feat. Violent J)

"Boom!"
(feat. Violent J)



"Detroit listeners out there, you better be sure to stop by the
Galaxy Club where theres a freestyle superfly fresh contest going
on tonight. If you got the skills you better get your hiphop ass
on down here, cause we got DJ Clueless on the wheels of steel"
(The fuck... fucks... trying to freestyle... oh, I'll be down there.
Yeah, I got something for all these muthafuckas down there. Yeah.)

[Esham]
Mortification is my next demonstration
I'd ask you for a light pumping gas at the station
Heres my situation: I hate many people
So I hear no evil say no evil just like Kanieval
Leave you headless, bloody mess
Like you was ridin a Ducati
Ladey Dahdey
Broke every bone in your body, I'm not sorry
I'll probably murder you, voices tellin me do what he say
"Kill the DJ! Fuck what he play! Mayday Mayday!"
BOOM BOOM, blood's all over the room
I fucked your bitch like a witch with the broom
Dooms-day, murderers say,
"All y'all must pay when the buck shots spray!"
Who wants to challenge me?
Grab the mic and bust your rap
But then I'm a just go grab my strap and just commence to bustin caps
Leaving bodies piled up in freestyle clubs. Fuck!
You better make room! BOOM like what!

WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
WHAT WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM

Killers run up in this bitch, start bustin off shots
Hitting mirror balls, lazer lights, and people on the top
I'm lookin for the DJ 'cause he dont see it my way
I'm 'bout to blow him out his headphones and spin some abk
I'm like a Molitove cocktail breaking on your wall
I'm setting shit off, I'll blow your lid off, your body fall
You dont need aluminol, I'm leavin blood everywhere
And I'm aiming for the head and hair of everybody there
I'm like a grasshopper quick to jump, I'm spreading my wings
You say the wicked shit'll die, I say you faggots seeing things
And all you bitches know: I'm gangsta. Dont ask me to dance
I might straight panic, pull the gat, and blow your pussy out your pants
It's the wicked shit. It's E and J. It's hotter than Hell
And every Devil's Night, we hunt them down and slaughter D12
I take the moosegun and shot your butt and blow it out your back
Turn and face the camera, "Where your hatches at?"
Throw em up y'all

WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
WHAT WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM

Make room
Guess who coming in?
Grab my gun again
They told me he was one of them
So i done him in
A killer's on the hunt again
Smoke my blunt again
Fatality finished him - I won again
Repentance, my vengence, so I'm not sentenced a hundred years
It's burning my ears, and blood is mixed with my tears, fears
My styles gets rid of this, drive-by's and wheelchairs
All you see is smoke in the air cause we dont care.

WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
WHAT WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM