I left my stress
The need to make amends
In the corner
I torture the ones that I knew
I stayed alone
Cus I was rotting on the inside
I planned this out
So they won't think it was a suicide
You were right
You were all right
There is a god
But he isn't on my side
They will never know what went wrong
(What went wrong)
They're better off thinking I died strong
(I was sold as a slave)
(The demons dug their nails)
(And my debt's not paid)
I've given up on sleeping
I'm done repeating the same day over and over
I think I'm losing it
They were right
They were all right
There is a god
But he watches as my soul dies
(I don't need a fucking savior)
[Chorus:]
Sold my soul
Don't you believe me?
Sold my soul
They won't forget me
Sold my soul to Hell
Don't you believe me?
They think they know
But they don't know
They'll never know
Told my family and friends
Just to forget me
They think there's hope
But there's no hope
They've gotta know
I fought these thoughts
Cus I knew they were destroying me
I struck blood from an undeserving enemy
You were right
You were all right
There is a Hell
But it's waiting for the right time
They will never know what went wrong
They're better off thinking I died strong
They will claw
They will bite
They will keep me
I will cut
I will stab
Just release me
The man that you knew
Sends regards from the grave
Says he's gone but not dead
But there's no one to save
No one
I am here to do your work
So just release me
[Chorus:]
Because I sold my soul to Hell
Don't you believe me?
They think they know
But they don't know
They'll never know
Told my family and friends
Just to forget me
They think there's hope
But there's no hope
They've gotta know
[Esham]
We tight
Natas
Niggaz Ahead Of Time And Space
And uh... y'all niggas don't know
What the future is
[Mastamind]
Where the future at?
[Esham]
The future's lookin dim... it's lookin dim
[Mastamind]
Is it how I'm livin or this wicket town I live in?
Ill decisions got me sellin my soul to roll like a villain
I'm all in in this mission
I can see it now wicket and wild, frail mental visions
Oh my God, there they go, here we come they done came
Natas
Sick with the name (Name)
Sick with the game (Game)
Sick with the pen so much, God can't save em
Make em
Say a prayer before I early grave em
[Esham]
I do no coke sniffin so Allen Griffin in Comerica
Now all of America in mass hysteria
Worldwide police bank robbery in Hollywood
Niggas on the East, and the West coast up to no good, so
[Esham]
(Bless the words that I speak) You can sell me yo soul
Sell me yo soul (bless the words that I speak)
Sign the Devil's Contract (Bless the words that I speak)
(Bless the words that I speak) Sell me yo soul
[Esham]
The wicket ass warlock, who totes the glock
I'll make ya
Body rotten niggas plottin gone forgotten
You niggas better realize you fuckin with death
'Cause ain't shit right, when I got one bullet left
In the chamber my anger make you approach the danger put
Fear in a stranger Detroit strangler
Murder and money make the world move so many
The murder composition'll cut like an incision
[Mastamind]
With my ill vision I done seen so many killas
So bitch you know your life can be gone at any given
Watch the world blow up, watch the cracked streets
Blow up like a gas leak nigga, don't get yo ass beat
Wicket niggas, ride on whoever, it's like a reign of terror
It don't stop never... never... it don't stop never
Sell me yo soul
[Esham]
And you can sell me yo soul
[TNT]
Sign yo name up on the line, there's no future at all
Niggas been gone like my 'scalenes and alcohol
Got the whole world jumpin, and bumpin my shit
And if you hoes don't like it you can eat a dick
[Esham]
I got a .357, plus suicidal
Unholy is my title and I'll burn ya Bible
In this new world we livin in, somethin's gotta give
In God we trust, make all you niggas sin
from dawn to dusk, turn yo love to lust
Bitches flip out they drawers like Dominique Dawes
[TNT]
The one and only bomb dropper
Still fuck a copper
And I won't hesitate to pull out the nine and pop ya
[Esham]
From the terror in the aisles, wicket styles
Smokin the black and milds, ridin 7 mile
Recite the Lord's Prayer start blastin
Screamin redrum assassin
Paranoid, schizophrenic
When I bust I make the police panic
Too gigantic in this world we live
uF eht kcuF -gees and all the groupies
[Mastamind]
All those who evade jurisdiction must not have paid attention
Mastamind's in this bitch again
When you listenin, what you picturin?
You should see me ridin through the ghetto mist in the wind
And make it a sin for puttin wicket words in text
No nigga, can see me in this life, catch me in the next
[TNT]
For the money and gold, for the fame and riches
Niggas keep sellin they souls for blind ambitions
But if they follow me nigga they know the right way to go
Take a ride on the wild side and let that shit flow... flow
[Esham]
And you can sell me yo soul, sell me yo soul
[TNT]
You can sell me yo soul
[Esham]
Sign the Devil's Contract
[Mastamind]
Welcome to my nightmare, welcome to my mind hoe
I'll never grind slow, I'll get mine and go
I got my name on the Devil's Contract, I'm that
Nigga you don't want to come at
I run the game so quick
I'll make you think that your brain was sick
All that's goin on in this world is subterrain shit
I got this wicketness on my mind
And I wonder if I sign the Devil's Contract
could I turn the page, and find
Diamonds and gold, riches and hoes
Meditate life so much I never listen to those who oppose
[Esham]
Unholy Esham that's what I said
etirovaf ruoy kcuF rapper got a hole in his head
As the world turns, your soul still burns
And most of y'all motherfuckers still mislead
(Bless the words that I speak)
[Mastamind]
And you can sell me yo soul
(Bless, bless the words that I speak)
[Esham]
You can sell me yo soul
(Bless the words that I speak)
[Mastamind]
I'll sell em all
[Esham]
Sign the Devil's Contract
(Bless the words that I speak)
[Esham]
Uh.. uh... It don't stop
[Mastamind]
Neva stop
[Esham]
The wicket shit'll never die!
[Mastamind]
Never Die...
[Esham]
And you know what? (What's that?)
Fuck every radio station, from here, across the nation
[Mastamind]
Ain't down with this shit!
[Esham]
Underground... Yo, we got a pirate radio station, yo
[Mastamind]
Let that shit play
[Esham]
Oh, oh... This is for all the niggas who don't ride... they ridin
We ridin down Jefferson now... we just gonna ride... That's right
[Mastamind]
Fuck it...
Gothom City
[Esham]
I be the nigga that can get up in legends,
with the rockports on outside
With the pipe in the ride
The 850, the pimp and the ho
Bumpin the Master P and not D'Angelo
The radio disc jock Sarah Connor
Gone off wet and marijuana
The unholy bitch yeah it's me
Straight out the D so who wants a key
I'll split the wig
Of a dirty pig
Made a deal with the Devil and I won't relieve
Fuck life is my motto, 'cause it's just like lotto
See you win some you lose some, use some abuse some
Niggas think rap records gone save they life
And niggas think trick hoes gone be they wife
Well I'm here to let you know that all that shit's wrong
And dead motherfuckers don't sing no songs
They don't... sing no songs
They don't sing no songs nigga
[Mastamind]
Dead men don't sing
But they do dream
About bein alive
Sign it on, my nigga
Nigga, you can get away wit it
Nigga...
[Esham]
Shit... Niggas wonder how we keep doin this shit
Well uh... Maybe it's because, uh, one night
I was sittin in my room, and, playin with a Ouija board
And I kinda sold my soul
I been doin it ever since! (Laughs)
[All talking at once]
[Esham]
OK... Yo this is Detroit niggas... Highland Park
[Moebadis]
Man get that hoe ass nigga up out the studio, man!
He sound like a bitch!
[TNT]
Yeah get that bitch ass nigga up outta here, man.
Dick suckin ass nigga.
[Moebadis]
Hoe ass nigga!
[Esham]
That's right... we ain't fuckin wit no hoe ass niggas
[TNT]
Yeah, Moebadis, you tell them hoe ass niggas
[Moebadis]
I'll tell you like this muthafucka
I ain't want no hoe ass nigga around...
[Esham]
Bitch you wanna ride a niggas coat tails
know what I'm sayin all the way to the top
[TNT]
For real! None of this shit nigga! Gothom bitch!
[Moebadis]
Gothom...
[Esham]
Bitch you better do some work!
Know what I'm sayin, Gothom, all that
[Mastamind]
Youse a hoe ass nigga WHAT!
[Esham]
Youse a hoe ass nigga, don't gimme no HAN
Nigga fuck your bank, and ya breath stank
Youse a hoe ass nigga, all by yourself
If you're rich or you're poor, through your sickness and health
Youse a hoe ass nigga, don't gimme no shit
You scurvy as hell, nigga suck the dick
Youse a hoe ass nigga yeah I said that
And plus my man Mastamind got my back
[Mastamind]
I got your card pulled, bitches you all about some bullshit
Need to get yo ass beat like a stag, wit a bull whip
I don't need no hoes around me but to fuck em
Niggas been talkin bout me for havin my back and never trust em
Then the bitch ass niggas wanna turn me in
Out of retaliation I ride on em, you turned, it's been a
Nation of killers is born, hoe ass niggas be gone
Come to Detroit, face the storm, and get rained on
You talk like you been drinkin for days
Been thinkin of ways to kill me
But they HANs and never feel me
My shit is too deep to tread
I need a, hoe ass nigga wit me like I need a hole in my head
[Esham]
You a hoe ass nigga everybody know you (Gothom)
They hate your ways, and the things you do
Youse a hoe ass nigga, that perpatrated
You must be a playa to be playa hated
Youse a hoe ass nigga gettin suited and booted
You look like somebody So Dre recruited
Youse a hoe ass nigga from Osbourne High
youse a hoe ass nigga, and I can't lie
[Moebadis]
Youse a small change nigga, standin around
Youse a hoe ass nigga, who wants to be down
You get clowned like a titty bar hoe (Bitch!)
In case you didn't know you just a 304
'Cause youse a know nothin, never gonna be nothin, hoe ass nigga
Always bluffin, penny pinchin, ass kissin, no hoe gettin
Think about it nigga, youse a ass nigga
Hoe ass nigga
You can suck my dick!
All these hoes all on my motherfuckin dick
Askin bout the superstars... motherfucker
Ridin these fine ghetto cars, you know how we layin
Gothom is motherfuckin life
[Esham]
And this is for the niggas who be real with they shit
Hoe ass niggas so illegit
Youse a hoe ass nigga you lived a hoe ass life
You got some hoe ass kids, and a hoe ass wife
My niggas thoroughbreds all dogs in my squad
We make the type of shit doubelievengod
If youse a real muthafucka nigga blaze the gans
And tell them hoe ass niggas
Don't gimme no HANs
[TNT]
Word came round there's a price on my head
Said these niggas on the city streets want me dead
But that's ok, player hation is a part of the game
I expect this type of shit from some mark ass lame
But for the situation at hand, I handle with ease
Rollin on these hoe ass niggas break em down to they knees
Let these niggas know my status and I ain't no punk
Hit yo ass with some slugs, and knock off some chunks
And leave yo body in a puddle of blood, lights flashin
Gun blastin
I'm unmaskin my face to let you niggas know who did this shit to you
And I don't give a fuck about you, or your crew
Now bring it on motherfuckers 'cause we strong as steel
And you motherfuckin niggas know the fuckin deal
Bitch it's Reel Life product and Gothom too
Bitch it's comin at yo ass son, what you gone do?
[Esham]
Youse a hoe ass nigga, everybody know you
They hate your ways, and the things you do
Youse a hoe ass nigga, that perpatrated
You must be a playa to be playa hated
Youse a hoe ass nigga, gettin suited and booted
You look like a fool... that the scene recruited
RJ Watkins in here... Nat Morris
[TNT]
These hoe ass niggas
[Esham]
It's goin down like this
[TNT]
Hoe ass bitches
These hoe ass cops
The hoe ass IRS
The federellys
The bitches tryin to put me and my niggas in jail
FUCK them hoe ass niggas!
And you ain't stoppin us, bitch, for real
Gothom baby
[Mastamind]
This goes out to every one of y'all
None of y'all
Niggas can see me
Don't ask me bout no peace treaties, posters, eat your Wheaties
I'll lock on all of y'all
Body count em till they fall
They arms too short to box wit me so thay can't brawl
Couldn't save your life
If you had to roll the dice
Can't survive the hit out on the head so pay the price
Nights are gettin colder
As the days are gettin shorter
Walkin round ready for war 'cause I'm a soldier
Bitch am I supposed to
Get rolled over?
I don't owe the world shit but the last words I told ya
FUCK THE WORLD let my nigga TNT tell it
If that's the way the shit is, then blaze the funkadelic
Legends, sedate me 'fore my mind goes crazy
Lately these niggas been actin shady tryin to play me
For a bitch!
Die me talk a neighborhood sucka
When you die they gone say you was a good motherfucka...
Gotta put these niggas in they place!
Same damn thing... I just WISH... wish... wish...
I'd have all the money... I'd spend it quickly
Man I just wish!
Now I say fuck it! Fuck wishes!
I needs real things, REAL things
(Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, I wish, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom)
[Moebadis]
BOOM! You dead motherfucker! You dead!
(Please Stand By)
[Esham]
I got 'em
(Got 'em, Gothom, Got 'em, Got 'em)
[Esham]
I got 'em
I got 'em, got 'em, got 'em
I got 'em
I got 'em, got 'em, got 'em
I got 'em, got 'em, got 'em
Fuck a bitch on my dick!
Im all about real estate, and how much cash a nigga can get
Nobody knows I'm insane
I be the U-N-H-O-L-Y, nigga blow out your brains
See I'm Gothom for life
The black devil suicidal mind snatcher
One day I'm gonna catch you
I sold my soul for real
That's why I'm rollin in the dough, nigga never had a record deal
Bruce Wayne Esham, unholy nigga
Three souls trapped inside the homicide
In the lyric I wrote, I never lied I could lie
To the dead souls of all those who died, I tried
I don't want to die with my eyes closed
And when the .45 slug connect, I resurrect
Nigga Jesus
I never trust so bust
And ain't no love in this world only hate and lust and uh...
When I'm rollin wit the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... bitch
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... no fuck that
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... yeah
I got those killas on my team, plus a triple beam
A bloody ass pistol and a half 'scalene
I done seen
More then your eyes can dream
I'm the future
Won't hesitate to shoot ya
Pollute ya mind kidnapped, and rewind
Niggas been bitin my style since the beginning of time
I'm out of my mind, suicidal is my recital
Niggas listen to me when they want to be homicidal
Esham, the black devil, bitch I'm the man
All my niggas in Highland park smoke the gan
I'm a street politician on a mission to kill
Gasoline around your house this ain't no fire drill
Bitch I'll burn yo shit up like a cocktail to a crack house
It ain't nowhere to run from the gun that's
Held in the hand by the man called Satan
And when you want to die nigga I'll be waitin with the...
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... That's right, just, pop
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off
Nigga don't ask me
Two keys in my chassis
Just hit the ditch in the damn Don Massey
I'm up in the back seat so I'm still lookin fo' ya
I told ya motherfuckin mama it was nice to know ya
Mental telepathy tellin me I need therapy
Got voices in my head don't need to take me out my misery
I'm 2 1/2, but I wish it was a key
I wanna be the kingpin epitome
Niggas don't consider me number 1 contender
So I must whip out my glock and make em surrender
Poison your mind with the sickness in my rhyme
Designer of the flatline, walk through time and uh...
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... yo
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... I'm lookin for you
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... uh
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
God say pray cuz the devil don't pray
You didn't know I was a witch did ya
Voodoo it just might come true
[Mastamind]
This ain't ya same old story rags to riches
Seems like I'm living in hell even though I got my wishes
This is so serious I'll never get it twisted
Make a visit to gothom city you're on the road with the wicked
I love women but I still call 'em bitches
Rtaher smoke this green leaf but I still smoke swishas
Rather live in the hills but I'm in the hood
So many people I would kill if I could
Manic Mastamind with the rhyme thinking bout time
Thinking bout how I'm gonna live and die with mine
Say fuck 'em all
Like my nigga E say, fuck the radio and the DJ
So wicket nigga make you kneel and pray
Oh my god there they go, here we come, they done came
With a gang gothom niggas insane
Be careful what U wish for
[Esham]
I'm sick of all these niggas make me think sick thoughts
Conspiracy and murder ways not to get caught
I'm thinkin suicide suicide is on my mind
The U-N-H-O-L-Y takin a walk through time
On the flatline
I'm out my mind I write my rhymes in blood
Kidnap your baby mama drag her through the mud
I don't give a fuck about where you from
Nigga I bust dum dum's at dum dum's
I'm comin up your block to set up shop burn up your block right
I'm from Detroit where niggas burn up shit on devil's night
If you do not know me I don't give a fuck what
N-A-T-A-S blood's on my chest
Forgive me for my sins but I'll have to kill again
Some cracker commit suicide as soon as I begin
No more will I let you know that the flow is critical
Fuck the police, my shit's still political
In this New World Order, it's a slaughter
Be careful what you wish for
Rock it deadly [x6]
Rock it deadly(Backwards)
[Mastamind]
Mastamind's in the house once again,
Nobody moves until the ceremony ends.
Natas has came to do a,
Double murder with mutha fuckin' trouble shootas.
Rockin' it deadly is the path I choose to take,
Leavin' 'em dead is the choice I choose to make.
Natas are my helpers in homicide,
Come ride the death chamber but your life is the cost of the ride.
Don't worry, be happy dead and enjoy it,
Don't let me tell my enemies, I ain't to be toyed with.
I got rules to lay,
I got songs to say,
Kneel down to the sound and pray.
Name your place and day and Natas will be there,
No need for a referee cuz Natas don't play fair.
I'ma let the nine milimeter go bang,
To me it's no thang, this ain't no game.
Usually I'm cool and calm,
But this time, I gotta let TNT drop the bomb.
Then I'll pass E the fuckin' knife,
So he can slice and dice 'em and let 'em know about Reel Life.
Rockin' it deadly with the melody of tricks,
The hard rock fiends so I gotta supply 'em a fix.
Now, is the world ready?
For Mastamind to rock it deadly.
Kick that shit [x8]
[Mastamind]
It's like somethin' you never knew and somethin' you'll never know,
I'll let it flow, I'll let it go, I'll let it show.
If it's real, the only legit shit,
It is something you can hardly deal with, can you feel it?
The rhymes will fall like rain and hits like thunder hits,
Mastamind will take yo' ass under quick.
Straight out the dark to come to shine,
Formin' rhymes is how I earn my nickels and dimes.
Rockin' it deadly, but keepin' it lively,
The sticker reads parental advisory disguises me.
As a hard ball player,
Come on yall, wave ya hands in the air and say a prayer.
Down in Detroit is where the sound is born,
The tormented preacher is here to teach ya and warn.
About the R to the LP and M-I-N-D,
Praise the melody!
Rockin' it deadly.
First there was a dream,
Now there is reality.
[Mastamind]
If you ain't hip to the fact then listen close to this info,
While yo' prince leaves I'ma steal the show.
Here I go again and again,
On your turn tables, my looney tunes spin.
With every second of the clock, you'll feel the deadly rock,
Protect yo' ass cuz the pitch fork is hot.
Below ground, I'ma go down,
On sucka's territories turn it to ghost town.
Fagulant and phony fools fear the fatal free style,
This goes out to every man, woman, and child.
Label me a helluva rap artist,
Livin' in darkness, searchin' for human targets.
A soul seeker, a grim reaper,
Believe everything you hear from a Reel Life speaker.
Never in death cuz death is real,
Your unholyness told me so I rock to kill.
Flee this mutha fucka if you can't take what I wrote,
I take it to the extreme and say fuck the soft notes.
I hope your label ain't ready,
For Mastamind to rock it deadly.
Rock it deadly
Kick that shit
Rock it deadly [X8]
Kick that shit
"And this is the way....we rock the house"
(CHORUS)
"And in case you forgot"
"Y'all will realize"
"And in case you forgot"
"Y'all will realize"
"And in case you forgot"
"Y'all will realize"
"And in case you forgot"
"Y'all will realize"
(Mastamind)
Bring that ass to me and I'mma blasphamy all through your city
With the N-I-N-E milli just incase you wanna kill me
Till we mess up once again I'mma show you what your life's worth
I might hurt your whole crew and leave a lot of bloody turf
Many a times I write these rhymes, I'm startin to think that I
Could die and come back and haunt your ass with every blink of the eye
Just incase you forgot, last time around the block
My shot gun said blast a lotta fools got shot
(CHORUS)
(Esham)
Many people know me as the unholy ressurect shit
Straight bullet eject shit, 45 slug connection
You musta forgot my body rots, my maggot brain
I bring the pain plus the migrane
N-A-T-A-S, many people stress, mental stress
Suicidal thoughts when peep get depressed
My brain is a mess, triple 6 the crippled bitch
My style is parapolegic, I swallow bullets can you believe it?
Cause its like that
(CHORUS)
(TNT)
Incase you forgot, incase you lost touch nigga
I reach out and touch niggaz with chrome plated triggaz
Who's dick bigger? Bet you the bitches figure me
The motherfucker, the bitch killa TNT
I slit throats, I take coach like Max Julians
I'm down with Natas, they labeled me a hooligan
Whip out my tool again, fuck you with my steel dick
I nut slugs real quick, once the hammer clicks
(CHORUS)
[Reporter]
police say tony was drinking with a 19 year old friend
smoking marijuana & listening to songs about suicide when he killed
himself. It's the 3rd fatal case of teenage russian roulette this year
original mad mad mad mad man natas [x4]
[Mastamind]
Can't let the belly of the beast chew me up
I'd rather give ya indigestion
do you believe in god is the question?
what the hell's going on?
I smell something wrong
they wishing for death for me hoping this wicketness don't last long
24/7 one more step away from heaven
in my journey through hell the devil got me bailing
fuck it catch me if you can kill me like a man
if I got my finger on the trigger ya life's in my hands
when I 1st came runnin' up on yo ass whut'd you think I would do to you?
boo mutha fucka let my voodoo run through you
if ya eyes are blind, 666 is the sign
stupid punks can't fuck with a mastamind
[chorus]
[T-N-T]
police & preachers after me from state to state
fuck the world they find I fill it with nothing but hate
prosocute me and they will, jury my vision is blurry
how many died from the rhymes I've crucifed?
nigga It's alright if you die tonight
superman don't understand I'm the kryptonite
whether I'm dead or alive how will I survive
if you wanna meet god tell me who wanna die
nigga don't be scared just be prepared
once the bullets hit my dome I'll see you there
heaven or hell don't matter in the afterlife
cauze we all gonna die so no need to cry
[chorus]
[Esham]
I'm commin through It's the crew with the voodoo
fuck Jim Holly I don't give a fuck what you do
you punk bitch I'ma buck, buck ya body lay
and god don't fuck around this way
I'm comin' straight from the boondocks
I'm suicidal or am I homicidal with the glocks cocked?
I yell shells to the forehead
I scream blaz4me & now 10 suicidal dead
I recommend some psychiatric
if ya comtemplating suicide I'm down for the murder ride
I still do what I feel too
and I'm all the way real bitch God's gonna kill you
[chorus]
"Welcome to the unpleasant world of NaTaS
the Detroit based rap band who've invented thier own genre...suicidalism"
"It's basically a Satan in reverse, it is Satanic
(Mastamind)
Fuck the dumb shit, this is what I come with
Who wanna ride along wit me as I run shit?
Hoes play the back and get mack slapped
Niggaz better know the fact that I'm strapped
And I ain't havin that
Don't temper with a maniac, cause he's zany, that's you for the kill
Drop, duck, and kneel and get fucked if you will
In Detroit, I'm like a devil in hell
Chillin' in the streets givin these fools the creeps
Now it's time to roll down the Ave. with me
Jump, joke and laugh with me, nigga I ain't happy
You in my face, get out or get knocked out
Pick up the album if you wanna know what I'm about
Mastamind, demonic motherfucker
The games master's in the bitch, playin these fools like suckas
What the fuck? Another ugly duck with no luck
Rest in peace, with no beef you got fucked like a slut
Young punk, you ain't shit, kill you in the chalk
Dead bodies get dumped, so I bring the dead body funk
Now they after me for my blasphamy
But damn, I am what I am nigga, I'm fuckin up the program
(CHORUS)
"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"
"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"
"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"
"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"
(TNT)
Motherfuckin up the program, fuckin up your industry
Niggaz on my dick, but they ain't no fuckin friend to me
Niggaz ain't no kin to me, ain't got no love for 'em
Fuck that bitch, Nina, cause I gotta slug nose for her
Boom, boom, boom, on that ass till ya drop kid
Killa killa cop, cause I want that fuckin cop killed
Mommy, mommy, mommy, why does TNT have a bomb?
Why does he roll with Mastamind and Esham?
Blood's on my hands, I think I killed a man, damn
Wasn't in the plan I ran, cause I'm fuckin up, fuckin up the program
(CHORUS)
(Esham)
Fuckin up the program call me the Son of Sam
The unholy black devil nigga, that's who I am
When I speak this blasphamy, blasphamy's what I'm speakin
My suicidal recital, so vital minds weaken
My Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde a suicide
I drive you to suicide, so come along for the murder ride
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6
Here comes the voodoo child to crucifix the mix
I fuckedadid up the program, wha-da-da-dang ya
I'm a fuckin head banga
So tell me why you fear what you hear
Mr. Kill the fetus is back, black I told you last year
Murder me man, shit God damn you better murder murder me man
Cause I'm fuckin up the program
(Mastamind)
I'm comin at ya like boo ya, I trouble shoot ya
Never had a devil step this close to ya
Chill cause it's cool, who you lookin at fool?
I do my dirt I got a dirty mind, come up off your jewels
Show me where the heads at, let me take a shot
Trouble's what ya got 'round the block at my spot
Drop dead basehead as I sing my slang
Can't hang with the rough neck shit? Use the exit
Be out my house as I make this house my home
I'm comin' from the zone where the bad guys roam
Life after death can it be?
You're blind cause you can't see me
Comin at ya like
(CHORUS)(4x)
Boo ya, comin at ya like boo ya
Boo ya baby
(TNT)
Comin at 'cha like boo
"Boo!" boo "Boo!" boo "Boo!"
Boo "Boo!" boo "Boo!" boo "Boo!"
Swish, Boom! clear the fuckin' room
Sawed off shotgun Natas coming soon
In the book I gives a fuck about your crew
TNT's comin at 'cho ass like boo!
Body snatcha comin atcha if I catch ya
I'm a gat 'cha and just ratta tat tat cha
It's like that ch'all, "That ch'all", that ch'all "That ch'all"
Just pass me the motherfuckin' gat ch'all
And let me unload the clip and check a nigga for his grip
Cause this script is comin quick and don't trip
I'm comin atcha like
(CHORUS)
(Esham)
Comin atcha like boo ya
Motherfucker I'ma do ya
And let the hollow points run right through ya
I never knew ya, so I'm gonna screw ya
Kick the voodoo and stick a pin straight through ya
I gotta break him off, biggie biggie break him off
Pops on my dick, wanna murder me I shake him off
And fuck the klans man, come and take a chance man
Ride with a psycho just like Michael
And if I hit him up, then I gotta get him up
Boo ya, boo ya, boo ya, lit him up
I never knew ya, so I gotta screw ya
Watch out for the killer inside me comin atcha like
(CHORUS)
(Repeated)
Boo ya baby!
Boo Ya, I bring it right to ya!
Boo ya! boo ya!
[Mastamind]
Your mind is gone, your mind is blown
Whatever you been smokin on leave that shit alone
I tried to step to ya, ya tried to play me off
Every player in the world has to take a loss
But I refure to lose, bitch I got news
You ain't who you think you are, you're not a star
Like Marilyn Monroe but Marilyn Monroe was a ho
You wanna be a star come be in my ho show
I'll put you on pay roll, put you on a night stroll
I gotta bank roll lemme buy your soul
Call me a devilish ass nigga
All I got is my balls and my as my dick gets bigger
Bitch I'm ready for the world
Would you be my girl if I gave ya diamonds and pearls
You wanna be all that, well you can be all you can be
But you ain't shit to me, see?
Its all in ya head
[CHORUS x4]
Its all in ya head, all in ya head
Its all in ya head, in ya fucked up head
Its all in ya H-E-A-D, bitch you crazy
You tried to play me like my visions hazy
You think I can't see, but I can see right through
I'd rather fuck you, you and your hot booty crew
I run through hoes and I keep goin
I call the bitches hoes cause they keep hoein
A real life speaker speaks the real deal
I get real ill, and don't give a fuck how you feel
I call em like I see em cause duty calls
Niggaz like me and E and TNT'll never pause
Its like 24, 7 one more step away from Heaven
If I go I know, you know I gotta take me a ho
Welcome to the gangstas bedroom
Do me now and not later cause maybe I'll be dead soon
Here and now, lay that ass down before I clown
Oh please oh please, don't make me die with a frown
You'd rather behave yourself than save yourself instead
Fuck that, I know you frontin ho, its all in ya head
[CHORUS]
I come back, you can take that to the bank and cash it
Don't even ask it cause you know I want that ass bitch
You wanna play hard to get while I'm gettin hard
That game ain't cool, tell to the ref to lay the rules
I ain't no joke I got that X Ray vision
I can see how ya livin
Nothin but freaky deaky sneaky peaky ways
Natas seen my most host don't give real niggaz praise
We clip your wings and bring ya down to hell
Some bitches fly to high time to shoot em out the sky
I'm that typa guy to do you with no kiss
Your lame to my game, what you know about this?
Lifes a bitch and a ho then you're dead
So when I see ya play the role I'mma check ya
Its all in ya head
[TNT]
Motherfuckers spittin gas up all over town
Everytime I come around niggaz wanna be down
If I'm dissin one nigga then I'm dissin the next
Give me the pussy, the money, and the mic and then check
I'm down with Natas, down with Natas, yeah I'm down with the crew
And if you're diggin with the devil then you're down with it too
So many on that fakin funk, but I ain't fakin no funk
And while I'm makin some old wicked shit its shakin your trunk
And if its dope well tell me dope and then how dope can it be
And if it dope it ain't a motherfucker funky like T
I'm tellin niggaz, tellin niggaz better back the fuck up
You better raise up off my nuts cause I ain't givin it up
(CHORUS)(4x)
I ain't givin up no love
Ain't no love
I ain't givin up no love so tell me how can it be
I'm down with N-A-T-A-S so raise up off my blaz4me
Ain't no G-O-D drop a wicked rhyme on delivery
Makin ya shivery that evil nigga TNT
Burnin up Bibles ain't no prayin in my plan
Its time to take a stand fuck the ku klux klan
And my niggaz, my niggaz, yeah my niggaz, oh my niggaz
My niggaz are those niggaz with they fingas on the triggas
And I kick it to em stick it wicked to em stayin true
My niggaz in Kalamazoo yeah I thought you knew
But to you suckas, you suckas better back the fuck up
And raise the fuck up off my nuts cause I ain't givin it up
(CHORUS)
I'm droppin shit like one more time just to let yo ass know
I ain't givin up no love and you can't fuck with my flow
Its TNT motherfucker with my dick in my hand
Screamin fuck the police cause I know I can
I gives a fuck, I gives a fuck about the boys in blue
And if I worked at the donut shop I'll poison you
Little crazy young nigga bout to self destruct
Hangin round Esham got my head fucked up
People lovin to be livin thats a lie and a half
Niggaz cryin while they dyin and its makin me laugh
So give it to me, give it to me watch me fuck it on up
And raise the fuck up off my nuts cause I ain't givin it up
(CHORUS)
"And this is the way....we rock the house"
[CHORUS]
"And in case you forgot"
"Y'all will realize"
"And in case you forgot"
"Y'all will realize"
"And in case you forgot"
"Y'all will realize"
"And in case you forgot"
"Y'all will realize"
[Mastamind]
Bring that ass to me and I'mma blasphamy all through your city
With the N-I-N-E milli just incase you wanna kill me
Till we mess up once again I'mma show you what your life's worth
I might hurt your whole crew and leave a lot of bloody turf
Many a times I write these rhymes, I'm startin to think that I
Could die and come back and haunt your ass with every blink of the eye
Just incase you forgot, last time around the block
My shot gun said blast a lotta fools got shot
[CHORUS]
[Esham]
Many people know me as the unholy ressurect shit
Straight bullet eject shit, 45 slug connection
You musta forgot my body rots, my maggot brain
I bring the pain plus the migrane
N-A-T-A-S, many people stress, mental stress
Suicidal thoughts when peep get depressed
My brain is a mess, triple 6 the crippled bitch
My style is parapolegic, I swallow bullets can you believe it?
Cause its like that
[CHORUS]
[TNT]
Incase you forgot, incase you lost touch nigga
I reach out and touch niggaz with chrome plated triggaz
Who's dick bigger? Bet you the bitches figure me
The motherfucker, the bitch killa TNT
I slit throats, I take coach like Max Julians
I'm down with Natas, they labeled me a hooligan
Whip out my tool again, fuck you with my steel dick
I nut slugs real quick, once the hammer clicks
[Esham]
when will I see your face again? But
when I got my pistol in my hand .cause
you the one that's waitin on me
you the one that's hatin on me
you the one _?_ on me
you the one forsakin on me
[TNT]
Well uh, can you rock that shit?
(I can rock that shit)
This how they rock that shit
(That's how they rock that shit?)
Well how you rock that shit?
(I rock my shit like this)
This how we rock OUR shit
(Lemme rock that bitch.)
[Mastamind]
I'ma rock that, drop that, pop that balloon
Your head is too big for your shoulders, boom
It's over, it ain't good to know ya
don't make me search the whole fuckin hood for ya
can't even hide out, rats can't escape the trap
don't make us wild out with bats and gats on fake macks
they all see-thru
Don't let Themindzi peep you
Gettin exposed with some ho's it ain't nothin to be fool
It's on now forever
I ain't foolin with ya
I die never
I'm in your future nigga
All y'all can get it dawg fuck who's with ya
That's the game, there's a winner and a loser, nigga..
[Esham]
How can I make you understand?
How can I kill another man?
Blood's on my hands, Ballerz envy
I see the animosity....In your eyes
Enemies pray for my demise
I'm gonna fly into the skies
And when I die the sun will rise
[TNT]
Yo, I rock that shit
whether that rap shit or crack shit
master that shit, serve that shit, raw
never whip my shit with a Blood or Crip
BG's or GD's, vice lords just rock that shit for me
gang bang or crack slang do your thang
Whatever it is just let your nuts hang!
[Esham]
Swerve with me smoke some herb with me
Get shot up in a Suburban with me, die superb with me
And that's how real it'd be when you rollin through my city
With me cauze niggaz be straight-up hatin on me
a G' I'm never fakin to be
Get some cociana flake and bake a cookie with me
Bake a cookie with me
Bake a cookie with me
Get some cociana flake and bake a cookie with me
[TNT]
I rock that Acid Rap shit
That quick-to-bust-a-cap shit
That get-out-the-line,-smack-you-up shit
Quick bitch, I rock that shit hard
But I don't need no fuckin guitar
No weapon needed
I'll run you over in my exotic sports car, ghetto superstar
Underground masta
When I'm finished whooping on your ass
[woman singing]
Love is Somethin [x4]
[Mastamind]
Wet pussy on Saturday night
I'm rollin with my niggaz and we tight
Nuttin but a late night hype, shit is just right
Life ain't shit but a bitch
I got six hundred and sixty-six move tricks to get rich
Pay me now baby doll before you lay me down
Jimmy's about to clown
Movin in and round, how that sound
Givin ya dick by the pound
Can ya get wit it
Can ya let a nigga hit it
Shit, you all on my dick
Just another bitch actin like a witch on a broomstick
It gets crazy, another hoe another day
She's just a phone call away
[chorus x2]
(Baby yo pussy's dead!)
Love is somethin
(What happened to yo pussy?)
Love is somethin
[T.N.T]
Wet pussy on Saturday night
I like my shit tight
Fuckin wit a bum bitch
Just another dumb bitch
But I wanna cum bitch
Ya hum drum bitch
Why don't you give me some bitch
Can't have the coke without the rum bitch
Damn, I feel like gettin high
Why don't you get high with me
Baby girl don't bullshit me
I blazed up the J until it lit me
Then my young freak said hit me
I passed her the J she said come get me
T.N.T don't quit G
Damn, I guess it was the bud comin thru
A little rum and coke ain't no joke now I'm fuckin you
Hot booty on a platter don't matter anyway
Ya just a phone call away
[chorus x2]
[Esham]
Wet pussy on Saturday night
Roll me a blunt up
Call me a stunt up
So I can fuck the cunt up
Bitches wanna run up
And they get done up
Natas in the house bitches
Check up, I got one up
And one down on the D-L
That's the down low
I need me a tally ally ally ass hoe
A bitch that's straight from the ghetto
So I can rock that pussy like heavy metal
Say hoe, can I work it from the back
Smack my bozack then call me the mack
In fact, call me the mack pap nappy
Let yo titties slap me in the face and make me happy
Young bitch, triflin freak
Bitch got Kentucky Fried Chicken grease stains on her ass cheeks
I treat her like a stank anyway
Just a piece of pussy....a phone call away
[chorus x2]
[Sample of Too Short]
[Esham]
I stay true to my city, now ain't this a pity
Niggaz in my city be actin haciditty they be like damn
Thats that nigga who be talked that ill shit
But, um, I'm just a nigga that be kickin the real shit
And I don't believe in shit I don't see
So don't ask me bout G-O-D cause my religion is reality
Suckas be frontin for nothin, but I'mma get mine
I been kickin some old wicked shit, since 89
So you can fear when you hear me if you wanna
I gotta case of paranoia Natas gunnin is comin for ya
Back the fuck up when you see me don't even look my way
Or I'm tempted to fuck up your day, you better pray
Niggaz talk hoe shit about me but bring it to my face
And I'mma put yo ass in yo place, bitch
I represent where I'm from and that's the D-E-T-R-O-I-T
And these motherfuckers kill me
[CHORUS]
"Well we almost lost Detroit"
"How do you get to Detroit?"
"Hey now, wait a minute man you ain't gotta come on like that witcha cat
Ya dig, we was just rappin, you know what I mean man?"
[TNT]
Niggaz just be scared of the wicked shit
They ain't feelin it, never understand cause its the real shit
Some suckas hate me cause I'm realer than most
But these chatty niggaz in my city keep playin me close
And motherfuckers spreadin gas up all over town
Every time I come around niggaz wanna be down
100 pennies in your pocket, 40 dog in yo hand
Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man
So get my dick out your hand because I'm down with the real
Ready to Shaquille a nigga, and fuck how you feel nigga
I've been down since D-A-Y O-N-E its only me
No Jimmy Walker, dynamite TNT
Its real life till I die and real life till I'm dead
And real life is all I ever really truly said
So go ahead with that bullshit if you must diss me
I represent the city, but it ain't representin me
[CHORUS]
[Mastamind]
Never thought I'd find myself in the middle of war
With the same niggaz and bitches I'm tryin to puttin this shit down for
Stay true to your city, due to your city you're a star now
But there's a price to pay with your life cause you devlish and wild
Givin a fuck that they sayin that my rappin is wrong
Its just so happens that your deepest fear is a wicked song
I'll bust one for you bust your head and leave you headless
You want me to kick this wicked madness you ain't said shit
My mind's about to bust one time, first I'll bust this rhyme
Let me see waht evil's on my mind, niggaz wishin I'm dyin
If I do I'm takin em with me, I'm takin this whole city with me
Underground, fools die from this wicked sound
The ghetto mist is thick so I can't see shit
All I hear is clickety-click I gotta get these enemies off my dick
You see they hate me, they want me to die but naw
The day I dropped the Blaz4me's the day I almost lost em all
[Intro:]
Yeah What. Don't give a fuck
I said what
Real it don't matter no mo
worldwide and beyond
[Verse 1:]
Big top the man Kick over the mic stand
I'm the man wit the whole world in his hand
I'm the man touchin down in foreign land
Makin plans to come see me don't even take a glance
Close ya eyes hold on for the ride
Like a rollercoaster, smokin up the shit you didn't knowitcha
Fuckin up the game, the game's over
Got, hane(?) like a soldier, pull thangs a smoke ya
Who the fuck you lookin at, wit a grin
Throw it down before I, commit a sin
Little kick that witty shit again
Bitch we on the map, detriot michigan
We don't just say thangs we don't play games
We the bitches of the dogs, like a great dang
Let the perpicture begin don't ever de-sin
I feel like I got the fide to let the ?
I got a reese that'll out box ya
I got a peice that'll automatically stop ya
All i'm chasin is a little dough
He don't move a little slow
Hit it wit the beat too
[Verse 2:]
Sometimes, I just don't know
Should I grab a pistol
And put yo fuckin brains on the flo'
And watch yo blood spill on the flo'
Let your light flow, wicked ass flow
Oh no, acid, right around the lyrical tablets
My design blows ya mind like ya habbage
Chemical imbalance, watch ya tellence
Fo' da scalence, 9 cock, for the rapper
Rap violent, Never silent,
Walkin on the strings of a violen
I mean, still high flyin, step away from dyin
Souls try to call out, to friends they lyin
[Interlude:]
Fuck the world
Did ya hear me?
I said fuck the world
[Verse 3:]
Mothafuckas try to snap shit,
we the ones that drop hot shit
Underground guys whof ain't a flop bitch
Hard core, out lastin'
I gotta keep blastin
I got myself above the world man fuck the world
Came through Pimped the streets and fucked ya girl
Got clientele on my dick too
sittin on the love on ya chime to get too
Now bend through the door ya tryin fit through
Just another nigga tryin to get rich too
TNT, The mothafucka wit a nuff game
To make the virgin mary suck dick, and snatch cocaine
[Outro:]
Fuck the world
Did ya hear me?
I said fuck the world
[Esham]
We tight
Natas
Niggaz Ahead Of Time And Space
And uh... y'all niggas don't know
What the future is
[Mastamind]
Where the future at?
[Esham]
The future's lookin dim... it's lookin dim
[Mastamind]
Is it how I'm livin or this wicket town I live in?
Ill decisions got me sellin my soul to roll like a villain
I'm all in in this mission
I can see it now wicket and wild, frail mental visions
Oh my God, there they go, here we come they done came
Natas
Sick with the name (Name)
Sick with the game (Game)
Sick with the pen so much, God can't save em
Make em
Say a prayer before I early grave em
[Esham]
I do no coke sniffin so Allen Griffin in Comerica
Now all of America in mass hysteria
Worldwide police bank robbery in Hollywood
Niggas on the East, and the West coast up to no good, so
[Esham]
(Bless the words that I speak) You can sell me yo soul
Sell me yo soul (bless the words that I speak)
Sign the Devil's Contract (Bless the words that I speak)
(Bless the words that I speak) Sell me yo soul
[Esham]
The wicket ass warlock, who totes the glock
I'll make ya
Body rotten niggas plottin gone forgotten
You niggas better realize you fuckin with death
'Cause ain't shit right, when I got one bullet left
In the chamber my anger make you approach the danger put
Fear in a stranger Detroit strangler
Murder and money make the world move so many
The murder composition'll cut like an incision
[Mastamind]
With my ill vision I done seen so many killas
So bitch you know your life can be gone at any given
Watch the world blow up, watch the cracked streets
Blow up like a gas leak nigga, don't get yo ass beat
Wicket niggas, ride on whoever, it's like a reign of terror
It don't stop never... never... it don't stop never
Sell me yo soul
[Esham]
And you can sell me yo soul
[TNT]
Sign yo name up on the line, there's no future at all
Niggas been gone like my 'scalenes and alcohol
Got the whole world jumpin, and bumpin my shit
And if you hoes don't like it you can eat a dick
[Esham]
I got a .357, plus suicidal
Unholy is my title and I'll burn ya Bible
In this new world we livin in, somethin's gotta give
In God we trust, make all you niggas sin
from dawn to dusk, turn yo love to lust
Bitches flip out they drawers like Dominique Dawes
[TNT]
The one and only bomb dropper
Still fuck a copper
And I won't hesitate to pull out the nine and pop ya
[Esham]
From the terror in the aisles, wicket styles
Smokin the black and milds, ridin 7 mile
Recite the Lord's Prayer start blastin
Screamin redrum assassin
Paranoid, schizophrenic
When I bust I make the police panic
Too gigantic in this world we live
uF eht kcuF -gees and all the groupies
[Mastamind]
All those who evade jurisdiction must not have paid attention
Mastamind's in this bitch again
When you listenin, what you picturin?
You should see me ridin through the ghetto mist in the wind
And make it a sin for puttin wicket words in text
No nigga, can see me in this life, catch me in the next
[TNT]
For the money and gold, for the fame and riches
Niggas keep sellin they souls for blind ambitions
But if they follow me nigga they know the right way to go
Take a ride on the wild side and let that shit flow... flow
[Esham]
And you can sell me yo soul, sell me yo soul
[TNT]
You can sell me yo soul
[Esham]
Sign the Devil's Contract
[Mastamind]
Welcome to my nightmare, welcome to my mind hoe
I'll never grind slow, I'll get mine and go
I got my name on the Devil's Contract, I'm that
Nigga you don't want to come at
I run the game so quick
I'll make you think that your brain was sick
All that's goin on in this world is subterrain shit
I got this wicketness on my mind
And I wonder if I sign the Devil's Contract
could I turn the page, and find
Diamonds and gold, riches and hoes
Meditate life so much I never listen to those who oppose
[Esham]
Unholy Esham that's what I said
etirovaf ruoy kcuF rapper got a hole in his head
As the world turns, your soul still burns
And most of y'all motherfuckers still mislead
(Bless the words that I speak)
[Mastamind]
And you can sell me yo soul
(Bless, bless the words that I speak)
[Esham]
You can sell me yo soul
(Bless the words that I speak)
[Mastamind]
I'll sell em all
[Esham]
Sign the Devil's Contract
(Bless the words that I speak)
[Esham]
Uh.. uh... It don't stop
[Mastamind]
Neva stop
[Esham]
The wicket shit'll never die!
[Mastamind]
Never Die...
[Esham]
And you know what? (What's that?)
Fuck every radio station, from here, across the nation
[Mastamind]
Ain't down with this shit!
[Esham]
Underground... Yo, we got a pirate radio station, yo
[Mastamind]
Let that shit play
[Esham]
Oh, oh... This is for all the niggas who don't ride... they ridin
We ridin down Jefferson now... we just gonna ride... That's right
[Mastamind]
Fuck it...
Gothom City
[Esham]
I be the nigga that can get up in legends,
with the rockports on outside
With the pipe in the ride
The 850, the pimp and the ho
Bumpin the Master P and not D'Angelo
The radio disc jock Sarah Connor
Gone off wet and marijuana
The unholy bitch yeah it's me
Straight out the D so who wants a key
I'll split the wig
Of a dirty pig
Made a deal with the Devil and I won't relieve
Fuck life is my motto, 'cause it's just like lotto
See you win some you lose some, use some abuse some
Niggas think rap records gone save they life
And niggas think trick hoes gone be they wife
Well I'm here to let you know that all that shit's wrong
And dead motherfuckers don't sing no songs
They don't... sing no songs
They don't sing no songs nigga
[Mastamind]
Dead men don't sing
But they do dream
About bein alive
Sign it on, my nigga
Nigga, you can get away wit it
Nigga...
[Esham]
Shit... Niggas wonder how we keep doin this shit
Well uh... Maybe it's because, uh, one night
I was sittin in my room, and, playin with a Ouija board
And I kinda sold my soul
[backround: Esham]
Somebody help me, somebody help me, somebody help me!
[Chorus: Psychopathic Screams]
[Esham]
No one hears my screams
I told you me deepest fears
but I'm still havein bad dreams
it seems, I'm still trapped inside a paradox
weather you care or not
my inferred plays connect the dots
The evil nigga no nigga could eva figure the style
comist the body count and the bodies pile
a hundred miles
and me styles never get worn
the wicket shit will never die
no need to mourn
The suckas stay off my dick I'm never friendly
to go to church fuck Jesus cause it just aint in me in me
Lord have mercy, damn its the devils day
can i say, wicket niggas come out and play, and hey
I do it for the suicidalness
and aint no otha nigga suicidal like this, so scream
[Chorus]
[Esham]
Screamin at the top of my lungs
redrum, redrum, murder 1 uh, nigga with the gun uh, acti-tion
rude boy never hesitate to bust
and fuck any motha fucka who aint down with us
The wicket nigga the nigga with wicket commin with the wicket ness
and niggas still on my dick for this
A straight suicidal, homicidal, brotha
neva like anotha, take a pillow and smuggle yo motha
Run for cover, hide for shelter
nigga i felt cha, and oh yeah helta skelta, the fuck the funk
I'm never down
me and my nigs don't fuck around, I'm stickily underground
I take yo momma ya daddy and everything you love
and tell yo ass their aint no heaven up above and just scream
[Chorus]
[Esham]
My shits so inconspicuous
its so ridiculous
niggas lick my style like a dick
But I'm a nut up, cut up, what up, cut they dick off
and sew they butt up, cause they some pussies
Bitch get back off my ball sack
cut it loose, my shits triple fact like a goose
and, I know the one to make the shit that make you vomit
I live mo life then on tupacs stomach
Check the maggot brain theory
niggas cant get near me to hear me, I'm bustin off like a sawed off
Shotgun, love, I got none
niggas betta run when I cock one, the hot one
I still swallow bullets spittin em in yo face
cause I love the way gun powder taste and just scream
[Dice]
Torture...Nothing but torture
[Esham]
Torture nigga...
Welcome to the torture chamber
Cutting niggaz dicks off
Ain't no pussies around here,nigga
I'm getting crucified,in the public eye a nigga died
Come and meet the killa inside on a murder ride
I wanna pop piggity pop until they all fall
My style gets ugly like that muthafucka Biggie Smalls
I walk barefoot on a butcher knife
And fuck(no audio) if he ain't representin (no audio)
The .45 slug thug killa,spill a nigga brains like Millers
Cause we be Superman cap peelas...
[Dice]
Aaaaahh! I'm coming outta the woodworks
Nobody move nobody get hurt
I'm leaving bullet holes in T-shirts(pop pop)
The buddha lightin,masturbating while rhyme writin,wicket
Finger fucked the pussy of Jada Pinkett
I burn up obituaries
I fucked Halle Berry to death and dumped her body in the cemetary
The dick loaner,the big booty bitch boner of all types
Burnin you bitches with crack pipes...
Torture...
[Esham]
Burnin niggaz up
Tie yo ass up to a telephone pole
Like Jesus Christ,nigga
Jesus Christ
[Dice]
Fantasies is unreal,I'm burnin you pigs with black steel
And killin children for your Happy Meals
Like takin candy from a baby
I murdered my old lady with a 380
(Because the pussy drove him crazy!!!)
She never knew what was in store
Cause I'm the nigga that raped the bitch 2Pac went to jail for
I'm insane from asylum,the asylum drove me insane
Sniff cocaine to ease pain
[Esham]
I got one in the chamber,the torture chamber
I'm paranoid,so you best avoid
Any confrotation,I rub the barrel like masturbation
To nut all in yo face and
Look what you facin
A madman unmasked like jason
Gun smoke smellin,Reel Life yellin
I show my face of death
I got one bullet left in the glock
And I'm screamin 3,2,POP!!!!!!!
[Esham & Dice]
[Esham]
I can't beleve this hoe ass nigga try'd settin' me up
No doubt when I see his ass i'm wettin, him up
Aint no sympathizin' or even gettin' outta this
You should'nt started this, bitch you know this NATAS!
I was smokin' dead flowers in the midnight hours,
ridin' in my drop-top lookin for them cowards
Playin incognito like a fuckin' misquito
From Detroit not Toledo served your ass a torpedo
Go in yo vein like a needle, hear no, say no, see no evil
People I won't decive you somtimes I can't believe
That you would try that hoe ass shit that you would even try
I don't get mad I get even so it's time to die
[Chorus]
He could be seen
He could be hit
He could be hit
He could be killed
oh! You da one they lookin foe
[x4]
[T-N-T]
Ayo! I see that nigga
I'm finna kill that nigga
Keep my finger on the trigga of my 40 cal
Make the the shot go BLOAW!
In the middle of the night, spark light for beef
I pack heat, fuck a fist fight
Trained assasin, master of all techniques
Do yo bitch ass while you sleep, wrap yo body up in bloody bed sheets
I leave no prints or signs of force injury
My element of surprise is advanced to kill
or pop is el-e-men-tury
Put 2 slugs in your memory
Your body goes slump, put yo ass in the trunk
Another corpse I must dump
[Chorus]
He could be seen
He could be hit
He could be hit
He could be killed
oh! You da one they lookin foe
[x3]
[Mastamind]
If you could be touched you could be got
If i bust you might you might drop
Man see me later heavy weighters crush blocks
I can't believe these niggas tryna play my niggas,
killas runnin' down the street pullin AK triggas
We all took cover then took out mothafuckas
Always ready to die always on the look out for suckas
There's always retaliation after invasion
I guess i better stop whippin' out gats in they face then
Can't even hold it back can't even hold a strap
without wantin' to blow a hole in they back
I guess i better start leavin dead and quiet
Cause if they silent, won't be so much bloodshed in the riots
[Chorus]
He could be seen
He could be hit
He could be hit
He could be killed
oh! You da one they lookin fo
[Esham]
Yo,y-o y-o, y'all wanna know sumthin about me check,check this out
Don't nobody love me cause of 7 M-i-l-e
Got one million enemies, a uzi in my Pelle
Every nigga in the industry know they can't say shit
Yo game is brand new, my shit is fuckin ancient
Paint cha picture when I hitcha getcha fitcha for the slitcha
My eyes bloodshot red, gone off liquor
Get me higher than a muthafucka waitin on doomsday
I'm shuttin shit down like a Y2K
Keep a AK close, just in case I gotta toast
And have me a radio disc jock roast
Most muthafuckas know, automatic with the static
Bumpin Triple 6,my voodoo and black magic
It's a tragic accident, my telekinesis is sent
To know the difference between an angel and a serpent
Wanna be a murder merchant,police keep illegal searchin
Caught with possesion on ya person 'll have ya head hurtin
Screamin
Don't nobody love me, but me, love me
[Esham] Who loves ya baby [x1]
[Mastamind]
N-o l-o-v-e life tryna scold me
Pieces of my mind chopped like dime rocks from a whole key
I keep the world drunk ain't no love for thee
Get yo ass out my face 'fore the shit get ugly
Don't nobody love me,fuck me, Is god tryna kill me? Must be
Five fingers can't feel me, two hands can't touch me
We outcha mind ahead of space and time, trust me
[Esham]
Who loves ya baby? Who drives ya crazy
Wanna spray me,even in stereo you couldn't play me
Stormin,swarmin,wicket style spawnin
I'ma rock it till I die punk, in the mornin'
Acid,classic, melt ya down like plastic
I'ma son-of-a-bitch, my father was a bastard
I mastered the fast lane and then I went faster
And plus I'll assasinate ya with my gun blaster
If you weigh me on a scale you'll get a thousand grams
What's the price of betrayal,push a V-12 thru hell, oh well
[Mastamind]
See, I don't know what you beliven in, but I hope you believen in me
nigga fuck yo G.O.D, my religion is reality, see
[Chorus]
I don't wanna go to church (no I don't wanna go to church) [X3]
I don't wanna go to church (no I don't wanna go)
See, I cant step up in yo cathedral
I might bleed you
I don't need you to tell me who made me
I don't believe you
My thoughts bust
Fuck
Who can I trust
Whats the fuckin purpose
If I took a little ride on that church bus
I'd cuss out the rev
Bust and size out his head
My holy bible collects dust
Cause its never been read
So what is evil
What is my evil
I see you people hate me
Cause I wont step up in your steeple
But oh no!
[Chorus]
[Esham]
I'm sick in the head
So I tried to kill a priest
But now I'm killing time
I'm in the belly of the beast
No study the bible
Bloody rifle
The disciple of NATAS
Satan
Anticipatin
Contemplatin suicide
Murder ride
And I'm the dri-va
Bloods in my mouth
Mixed with my sali-va
I'm screamin out Jesus Christ
Bloody murder, crucified
When I close my eyes
Got visions of when he died
and...
[Chorus]
[TNT]
Motha fuck the reverin
I've never seen a church
I never been to church
I never liked church
So what is this sac religious mohta fucka
Sayin to me
Runnin around
Screamin out blaz 4 me
The holy bible burns my hands when I touch it
I cant clutch it
So motha fuck it
I do with out it
Simple reasons keep me from sayin the lords prayers
Truth or dares
And fuck them niggas who scared
Who cares
[Mastamind]
Get cho' ass on the mic
[Esham]
This is for all the bitch ass niggaz who thought it stop when it don't stop
The wicked shit will neva die
[Mastamind]
Neva die
[Esham]
Here's a little inscription from the witch docta....voodoo
Ey....you betta off committin suicide then tryna play this shit right here
Cuz it'll drive you crazy, you're outta control out ya mind....
[Mastamind]
Out ya mind...
[Esham]
Now as I speak the wicked poetry that got you all scared of me
Blasphemy I'm sacrilegious nigga don't you ever forget this
When I hit the scene I'm the #1 murder suspect suicide
I'm yellin' out "Die die die die!" bland out while yo' mama cry
Did it ever occur to you, I sold my soul out whateva' fo'
Niggaz ain't nuthin' but a buncha ho's, thinkin' that don't nobody know
Hey nigga, I want you dead, bloody murda never restin'
I know killas since adolescence, death I murder to be destined
If you ain't prepared to die nigga don't play the game of death that I'm playin'
Cuz the niggaz that I know is sprayin' with Ak's in their hands
Say "I want that nigga dead" 3 times in the dark while I'm rappin'
& before this song is over watch my demons go cappin', sayin'
[Chorus]
I want that nigga dead
[There's a price on ya head]
You say you want that nigga dead because you hate his fuckin guts
He always talkin' that ho ass shit about you thinkin' you ain't got no nuts
Is you ever gonna show that nigga that you ain't scared of his ass?
Is you down to blast in the broad daylight without yo' ski mask?
You went down so fuckin fast you dropped the gun out your hand
You shot a man he was screaming he was bloody so you ran
So now you paranoid so people you avoid
Suicidal smoking on them dead flowerz destroyed
Nigga, you better run for your life that's all you can do
Cuz I know what they're gon say when they catch up with you, they'll say
[Chorus]
See they want me dead so much these voices in my head won't let me rest
Razor blade inside my mouth I'm carving "NATAS" in yo' chest
Tell yo preacher I'ma kill'em, cuz there ain't no way to stop me
You can't hurt me if you squirt me, I won't die even if you pop me
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, & I sing that murda lullaby
So well enough to die don't blame the devil blame that other guy
We all live on this planet babies born in sin
Some niggaz commit suicide as soon as I begin
Unholy, unholy, you don't know me, but you owe me
Yo' soul nigga roll go outta control
Cuz if they catch you, they gon' stretch you
& I bet you they will let you write a check with yo mouth through yo asshole
[Esham]
I got 25,000....on yo bitch ass head...
...yeah,T.N.T's up in this bitch a.k.a. Tony Montana
on the... bitch, yeah, they can't touch me, yeah
[TNT]
Tony Montana, I shot up a body in Atlanta
Dump that bitch in the river it don't matter
Still make moves on the street it don't stop
Still got the connects for the guns and crack rocks
Niggas hate my style cause my style's irregular
Never talk about weed on your Bernie Mack cellular
Connect with E, I got some D on the scale
Niggas been gettin mad since Boomin Words From Hell
And I got that drug parephenalia
Deep down and we affiliated
We often imitated but we're never duplicated
T.N.T you know me, I'm on the east side
And my gat's on my side when it's time to ride
[Esham]
Oh my god, he's got a gun.....Oh my god he's got a gun
(I'm bout to bust yo ass)
Oh my god, he's got a gun......Oh my god, he's got a gun
[T.N.T]
Oh my god he's got a gun so don't be surprised
When I bust this muthafucka right in front of your eyes
So nigga I stay psyched
Cause every dumb nigga that I know out here is strapped
And he'll shoot your ass at the drop of a dime
It's kill or be killed, that's the state of mind
With no worries in they eyes but time for the crime
Cause half these muthafuckas on this planet is blind
Ya see Natas is Satan, I didn't wanna yell it
But N-A-T-A-S is how us niggas spell it
Last time I said Fuck the whole world ya didn't hear me
Now I'm whippin out the mac to make you punk niggas fear me
[Esham]
Oh my god, he's got a gun......Oh my god, he's got a gun
(I'm bout to blast yo ass)
[Esham:]
I'm thinkin' to myself all these problems I'm dealin' with,
Lord knows I aint the only one feelin' it.
The world is going crazy got me caught in a whirlwind,
Like Hurricane Katrina comin' back with a girlfriend,
I'm standing on the plot, Detroit doing the Earl Flynn.
Propheices coming true, must be the end of the world,
And it make me wanna pick up a Bible and start readin' it.
We already in hell, so Jesus we needin' it.
Uuuuh like Master P, Oh pastor please I spit the blasphemy.
For all the niggas on the block chasin after cheese,
I'm first in Line, You after me.
I can't take it anymore, seeing dope fiends, freelapse and shakin' on the floor.
And the panic starts to set in just like before,
Who gives a fuck if the planets at war? It's the N of tha World..
[Chorus:]
What do you do when you hungry and you gotta eat,
And the only way you know to live is from the streets,
Peep, the whole situations getting deep,
I wouldn't go to sleep (Cause it's the End of the World!) x2
[T-N-T:]
It's the N of the World.
The sky is falling, I hear the gods callin, we supposed to be brawlin',
The goverments fallen, presidents cant lead.
We need to legalize weed, I'm blown off speed.
Pass me the rock sheeet.
My eyes so red that they look like the bleed, We leave by greed,
Shits so crazy, hos blow me like a category five hurricane,
They give good head, but they ain't got no brains.
Sniff cocaine to ease pain, OD'd off of Thorazaine,
I'm stiff out my mind main,
It's the end of the line, end of the road, I'm insane.
Shit, I can't take it anymore, seeing dope fiends, freelapsie and shakin' on the floor.
And the panic starts to set in just like before,
Who gives a fuck if the planets at war? It's the N of tha World..
[Chorus]
[Mastamind:]
Aw shit, the N-A-T-A-S,
The N of the World and shit is at it's craziest,
And I'm 'bout to flip right with it,
I knew it was coming like the most psychic shit.
But hey I think I'm big enough to suffocate ya',
Worldwide Murder, courtesy of mother nature.
Nah, how you gon' stop this shit?
I'm a demon whose visions are Apocoliptic.
The demon of the free world hate black people,
Damn, only the devil is that evil,
Pray your last day dont come with a boom,
NATAS, the end of the world coming soon.
Oh shit, I can't take it anymore, seeing dope fiends, freelapse and shakin' on the floor.
And the panic starts to set in just like before,
Who gives a fuck if the planets at war? It's the N of tha World..
[Chorus]
[Esham:]
Must be the end of the world cause the WicketShit is back again,
The sky is falling and the hemosphere is cracking in,
I'm thinking Tsuanmi, tha Black Oragami, I'm prayin' for my mommy,
Dont suicide bomb me,
Too much death and destruction all around me,
And I'm still in Detroit, in the hood is where you'll find me,
Quit adding to the problem and get a new solution,
The people of New Orleans are thinking Revolution.
I'm thinkin' better ways, better times, better days.
Better get your cheddar is what them hustlas used to like to say.
But we all better pray,
'Cause these motherfuckin' gas prices going up everyday.
Shit, I can't take it anymore, seeing dope fiends, freelapse and shakin' on the floor.
And the panic starts to set in just like before,
Who gives a fuck if the planets at war? It's the N of tha World..
[Mastermind]
Get ya mail boy
Natas... Forever
You see, everything around me
Rules, by the money
Man, I just think about the capers
How we do for the papers
Then later repent my sins with prayers
All wickedness
It's forgiveness It's
Kill or be killed
Best be skilled with ya business
Who moves the product wit the quickness
Who fit us
Who about to get the riches
Who real who fictious
I need to know right now
Wit all the cheap chumps
And petty punks
Step to the front of the crowd
And all the broke niggaz be quiet
Bitch this a carjack get out ya shit
And let me ride it
I'll show you where all the money at
And all that and then some
Show you how to creep up
On the come up wit ya income
You need to know the players to fuck with
You need to learn the bitches that suck dick, nigga
You need to know the game
Or learn it quick
Cuz out here, yo luck ain't shit, nigga
So many lives were lost for this
So I'm goin put it down
At all costs cuz if
A nigga get lost in the mist
He'll be another victim of these streets
And can't reap war benefits
Soliders in this war
We battle for nights
You can't make a mil amore
If you never had it in sights
Let's make a deal wit your life
I'm feeling ill I might
Do some dirt with my steel
And peel you off if the price is right
Just to let you know where my mind at
I'm gone
Never talk about the lik I hit on the phone
Snitches get the chrome to their face
Watch them shit and piss
You need to roll alone thru this wickedness, nigga
Set ya self up for drama
Ya fool living
I kick the game too tight
I see the future too vivid
I'ma just ride
My course to die
If we all live short lives
Natas immortalized, nigga
Forever
Never die
Forever
Getcha mail boy
You can take this to the bank and cash this
You'll never take the multikillionaire status
You want bitches to you
How feed you
The devil told me "Mastermind my son them niggaz can't see you"
Put the heat to em
Or let my killers do them
Another piece of history
Another unsolved mystery
You miss me
Get at me in the next life after death
Am I, going to hell
Ask yourself
The game done got hot
Im like fuck the fame fuck the props
Just cash me up on my service n I'm back on the block
All sacrifices are made
All bills paid
I'd rather be a multikillionaire
With the ill pay
Forever
Never die nigga
You see
Everything around me
[Esham]
12 in the mornin, woke up with the shakes
Serial killa, Mr. Frosted Flakes
My hands were all bloody and I don't know why
I'm thinkin bout my bitch and why she had to die
Some niggaz out to get me said she settin me up
They pulled out they pistols started wettin me up
I seen my life pass before my eyes in a flash
I drew down my weapon and I started to blast
My bitch caught a slug in the back of the neck
I emptied out the tech and niggaz hit the deck
I ran for the beamer it was sittin in front
I left my bitch's body smokin like a philly blunt
And it was
[CHORUS]
In the midnight hour
In the midnight hour, it all happened
In the midnight hour
In the midnight hour, they started cappin
I'm bleedin like a motherfucker grabbin my chest
My heartbeat racin like a EMS
I called my partner up on the portable phone
I blew my bitch brains out with the chrome
My nigga said he'd meet me at the Omni hotel
Court date was today and he just jumped bail
Police out to get him, he was under arrest
Bitch warrant for my nigga with the mental stress
Met my nigga at the spot and he had nothin to say
Metro airport to East L.A.
When we got the city it was drama again
Seen a nigga that we jacked in 89 for 10
And it was
[CHORUS]
The nigga started trippin he was wavin his gun
Pissed off since 89 cause we murdered his son
Straight bullets started flyin every way but in mine
Still bleedin like a pig and I'm pressed for time
I looked up and my nigga caught a slug in his face
Now I'm madder than a motherfucker tryin to embrace
My homie body turned cold, I felt him slippin away
He was just here alive now he dead today
And the nigga who had shot him, he was shot on the floor
So I went to his body and I shot him some more
He looked me dead in the face and said you're going to hell
I spit blood in his face as I started to yell
[CHORUS x2]
They started cappin
"Hahahahaha, we comin, we comin bitch boy
Hahahaha, Natas, mad motherfucking Natas
Mad mad mad, mad at you bitch boy
Chatty ass motherfucker"
[Mastamind]
You don't wanna see when I'm angry see I let the world change me
Into a madman and now they wanna hang me
Fuckin do me in, you shoulda killed me last year
Cause I'm pissed off kinda hyped better murder me tonight
See I'm fin ta send a nigga to the trauma center
I shot the baby party that I went ta
Am I mad at the world or just you?
My ex-homie nigga, fuck it I can't trust you
Now, what the fuck to do, bitches sayin fuck my crew
But it seems I'm the only playa they wanna stick a buck through
Prematurely ejaculated mom's one little girl
2pacalypse ain't the only nigga up against the world
Can't live is your average nig, bitch I'm Mastamind
This shit is heavy on my mind, cause I'm mad at the world
[TNT]
Mad at the world got a permanent case
I'm brown faced with the case of slugs swallowed bullets pull the plug
I wanna die dreams of squeaky triggers
45 diggers chasin me esacped from police custody
Fuck the world is what I'm screamin all day
Its a mad world so I'm mad every single fuckin day
Fuck you ass hole the world wants to hate me
Hole in my head once the bullets penetrate me
Suicidal lately dead boy yells
Try thin mysery, cross stuff over to this hell
I'm finna bust, my mind can't take this blood rush
To the brain, butt naked in the rain
I scream pain, killa, trigga, illa
Nigga, never been lost I lost my mind
Cause I'm mad at the world
[Esham]
You see I'm mad at the world I ball up my fists
Beat myself in the head cause I'mma suicidalist
Mental stress I got my thinkin, I'm blinkin I'm blackin out
I shake the dice of life in my hand I think I'm crappin out
I can't tolerate it no more I can't believe this
Now they got me screamin oh God baby Jesus
Migrane, feel my pain
I show no shame I got one in the chaaamber
I woke up sweatin bullets now I swallow bullets
But you can't understand it cause I'm mad at the whole planet
Well just fuck em all, get my gun and buck em all
Shoot up in the sky and hope Heaven fall
I burn up Bible's cause my brothers deadboy
Mastamind.....
Esham....
Natas.....
Where ever you go
I'll follow
Esham.....
Like a spirit.....
[Mastamind]
First you catch the slug
Then you get yo' grave dug
Then if ya can't remember there's a hole then fuck God with no love
Case closed, call it a day
They fallen in all they can say
Is rest in peace, now let us all pray
I'm blessed and I'm cursed
Feel the pain, my niggas feelin' worse
The painted bloody herse, a black chrome on the perch
Ride thru the universe, landin' on earth
Demandin' my worth, puttin' in work, you the first jerk
I do the day, doin' the day after midnight
Hope you can catch some zzz, wake up get yo' shit right
Too much in sight, wicket visionaires
It's like all those lost souls in the streets, in the cememtaries
I was there for the death
I'm there for the birth
I'll be there when the meek inherit the earth
Got yo' mind wicket
Mastamind, reads like a spirit [x2]
[Mastamind]
I'm on some I don't give a fuck shit
I don't need no love shit
I'm goin' public wit my problems cuz I'm disgusted
Suckas tryin' to get at me, like they know me
Niggas tryin' to do some wicket shit like they unholy
Repentin' they sins, beg fo' forgiveness again
Don't know the evil within, they can't even get in
You goin' against the wind, goin' against the me
Who gone start and finish this shit from beginnin' to end
Brothas sittin' in the pen or sittin' in the den
Have yo' mind on that when, you lose and you win
For real
Reads ya like a spirit
I was there for the death
I'm there for the birth
I'll be there when the meek inherit the earth
Got yo' mind wicket
Mastamind, reads ya like a spirit [x3]
Wicket world wide
All across this mutha fucka
Reads ya like a spirit
"Life"
"Dearly beloved"
"You got 2 choices a what you can do"
"Dearly beloved"
Life After death which one do you choose?
From my pointa view ain't got shit to lose
And life ain't shit but a state a mind
I hear voices in my head that keep tellin me I'm dead
I sing the blues until my tongue gets black
I breathe my last breath on a funky track
Some say we all are evil, we all are the same
I roll with a gang and Natas is the name
I say my slang ain't no shame to my game
Life after death, I feel no pain
I pimp strut around and limbo
I got hellish rhymes on my mind so I might let 'em flow
I shot those suckas and I'll shoot the rest
I'm down with Natas and the life after death
To the beat, to the beat, to the funk and a freak
That I kick suck my dick suck my fuckin dick
Life after death, it really makes you wonder
Niggaz feel the blast from the shotgun thunder
Catch me if you can, understand if you can
Life after death, the tales of a mad man
It's a mystery, what's next? What's next?
Take a guess, is there life after death?
"If you know what time it is, it's time to get ill"
"He put the gun to my head and this is what he said"
"I think you know what timeit is, it's time to get ill"
"And I shot those suckas and I'll shoot the rest"
The preacher told me I shouldn't say
We're all gonna die on judgement day
The preacher told a lie that's why I don't pray
God bless the child to the rhythm that I play
Dead on arrival, no time for no survival
I'm lookin at the signs and they all are reading vital
I think I'm suicidal, because of my recital
Some say I'm psycho, they label it my title
Natas is down to do the do with whoever
My voodoo is clever, can you fuck with it? Never
Anybody in the path of the road that I travel
It's journey for a battle
Life after death, when you die then you're dead
Headed for the afterlife, hole in your head
The symptoms of insanity has got me on the ledge
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
Two to the head, they label me a dead
I'm better off dead, I'm already dead
You've never heard a dead man rock it deadly
I keep askin myself is the world ready
I get rough like a nap in a niggaz head
I chop off ya head, and then I fill ya fulla lead
This shit gets yo ass like a shot gun to the chest
So close your eyes and breathe your last breath
No other alternative, so tell me what's left
So you can find out first hand, is there life after death?
"Get ready cause this ain't funny"
"Get ready cause this ain't funny"
"Get ready cause this ain't funny"
"Get ready cause this ain't funny"
Natas and the crew, the year is 92
I thought you know you know, I thought you said you knew!
Life is like that, it's like this round the clock
Acid rap, spiced with a little bit a rock
And roll, rockin your soul from life to death
Back from hell to yell and tell my tale
So you can tell a preacher, that a niggaz out to teach ya
Not a creature feature, but I'm still I can reach ya
It's me, TNT, black devil head master
M-I-N-D, and we ain't friendly
I let you all see, what I can see
Life after death, and death's after me!
I was born to die, but I'm born again
I sport the wicked grin, cause I was born in sin
I'm not a bapist or a buddha or a monk
Just a funky nigga with the showel and funk
So if I spill my guts upside a bloody cross
My hands all bloody inside the bloody sauce
So tell me what's next, God knows my name
I feel no pain, so is there life after death?
[TNT]
Another nigga dead cause he didn't know his fate
Found him face down bloody body by the lake
I didn't know his name but I swore I saw his face
My clothes were all bloody so I gotta leave this place
One more dead body and it's added to my list
The drama's gettin thick cause I'm caught up in this shit
The shit is kinda simple cause it started as a game
The blood of a madman runs through my veins
Killaz don't talk
[chorus]
[TNT]
My hands were all bloody muddy tracks through the kitchen
Undercover cops question me for suspicion
Askin me some questions bout a murder I committed
(Damn nigga did you do it, who done it) yeah I did it
I'm thinkin to myself "Hope I didn't leave no clues"
I looked at my feet and there was blood on my shoes
Probably the homocide I have no alibi
I guess I plead the 5th and I don't even try
Killaz don't talk...
[chorus]
[TNT]
One bloody body in the river floatin pale
Body full of holes plugged from 17 shells
I panic cause I'm manic cause I'm full of some depression
I told them go to hell they ain't gettin know confession
They said they know I did it cause they got an eye witness
They saw me dump the body of a jehovahs witness
They can't beat my mind cause my mind is kinda dead
The truth I never said cause I'm fucked up in the head
[Esham]
hey, whassup
I got my nigga in this bitch
hey nigga, these motherfuckas talkin shit
well whatchu, whatchu got ta say?
[T-N-T]
well whats up bitches, and all you hoes?
I got my hands on my nutsack so here it goes
you see, G I be the T dash N to the T
and I'm down wit the R dash M to the P
so many suckas say my name, its a god damn shame
that yousa chatty ass nigga who ain't got no game
I wouldn't talk about you, and call you weak
when yo poppa smokes stuff, and yo mommas a freak
bitch boy, you know you can't fuck wit the flow
I got the fat dick trick, wit your bitch you know
and I'ma do this for my niggaz who I know in this town
and all you Brandy type niggaz just wanna be down
[chorus]
itzalright, if you high tonight
I said itzalright, if you high tonight
I said itzalright, if you high tonight
[Esham] so get yo panties out yo ass bitch you too tight
[T-N-T]
I make the hoes say hey, every time they see me
I know niggaz deep down inside wanna be me
but fuck that, I'm only out for the loot
gimme the pussy and the mic I got nuts to shoot
fuck you dumb motherfuckas wit yo one track mind
cause a nigga like me high all the time
and I just wanna fuck every hoe I meet
if I can bust 2 nuts then fall asleep
i'll be straight like Jake wit the pussy to go
had the bitches work the pussy fast, work the pussy slow
and if you know a hoe like dat, you can send her my way
she be, butt naked fuckin 10 niggaz today
[chorus]
ah one two, tell me whats up with the flow
when I'm bustin nuts in bitches mouth I don't even know
I slap the taste out a nigga mouth who disrespect
you better check yo self before I wreck yo ass
punk nigga talk shit and ain't got no heart
but ain't never been down with the shit to start
and if you don't know me nigga lets keep it that way
'cause I might be gone off the EMJ
and all you niggaz thats killin eachother for hoes
gettin mad at the bitch for the dick she chose
you betta let that hoe go and get another to fuck
cause you just don't know who dick she sucked
[chorus]
hey, all you niggaz out there thats uptight
you betta go sit back and smoke a fat one
before a nigga smoke you
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
[ESHAM]
One day Ima learn hoe ass niggaz ain't worth my while
Funny style actin, dirty maccin, playa hatin, contemplatin, fuckin my thoughts up
I get caught up in this bullshit, the way bitches bullshit
Niggaz be jealous, sometimes even my fellas
Things change, niggaz rearrange whether ya tell us
Life is bullshit, and I know that this is true
Sometimes I feel depressed, what can a nigga do?
Aint no way out, only way out is the route of a slug point blank at my mug
Sometimes I just wanna scream at the world, I'm mad
Other times I feel happy just to be sad
I don't really got much more to say
cus people die everyday, and we gonna all die anyway
Its kinda hard, but who said life was fair
And from the funky stains in my underwear
I don't care
[MASTAMIND]
No I don't care no more
No I don't care if niggaz stare at me
Look at my face, I ain't happy
Bitch what you wanna come at me with?
Not that same shit, see I'm shameless
And I hang with that mentally derranged click
Stay up off it, you cant change this
Cant teach a wicked witch new tricks
Hell's the fire on the candle sticks
Stay off these bloody streets
for you ain't gonna see no peace
I just don't give a fuck cus nobody gives a fuck about me
So we be like fuck 'em, mother fuck 'em, can't trust 'em
I'd rather .45 slug 'em before the grave diggers dug 'em
I'm ready when you not
my mind's twisted in a knot
Can't let jealous niggaz see me cause they'll kill me on the spot
Truth or dare, my gun gonna shoot up in the air
Pieces of my mind over there, and there
But I don't care
[ESHAM]
How can I care about somethin when I don't give a fuck about nothing. You
dont care about me, you don't love me, and I don't love me. So fuck you, and
[TNT]
Motherfuckers spittin gas up all over town
Everytime I come around niggaz wanna be down
If I'm dissin one nigga then I'm dissin the next
Give me the pussy, the money, and the mic and then check
I'm down with Natas, down with Natas, yeah I'm down with the crew
And if you're diggin with the devil then you're down with it too
So many on that fakin funk, but I ain't fakin no funk
And while I'm makin some old wicked shit its shakin your trunk
And if its dope well tell me dope and then how dope can it be
And if it dope it ain't a motherfucker funky like T
I'm tellin niggaz, tellin niggaz better back the fuck up
You better raise up off my nuts cause I ain't givin it up
[CHORUS x4]
I ain't givin up no love
Ain't no love
I ain't givin up no love so tell me how can it be
I'm down with N-A-T-A-S so raise up off my blaz4me
Ain't no G-O-D drop a wicked rhyme on delivery
Makin ya shivery that evil nigga TNT
Burnin up Bibles ain't no prayin in my plan
Its time to take a stand fuck the ku klux klan
And my niggaz, my niggaz, yeah my niggaz, oh my niggaz
My niggaz are those niggaz with they fingas on the triggas
And I kick it to em stick it wicked to em stayin true
My niggaz in Kalamazoo yeah I thought you knew
But to you suckas, you suckas better back the fuck up
And raise the fuck up off my nuts cause I ain't givin it up
[CHORUS]
I'm droppin shit like one more time just to let yo ass know
I ain't givin up no love and you can't fuck with my flow
Its TNT motherfucker with my dick in my hand
Screamin fuck the police cause I know I can
I gives a fuck, I gives a fuck about the boys in blue
And if I worked at the donut shop I'll poison you
Little crazy young nigga bout to self destruct
Hangin round Esham got my head fucked up
People lovin to be livin thats a lie and a half
Niggaz cryin while they dyin and its makin me laugh
So give it to me, give it to me watch me fuck it on up
And raise the fuck up off my nuts cause I ain't givin it up
[Mastamind]
We be on the mic...
Whether wrong or right...
[Esham]
We like, we like, we like...
G-like, G-like, G-like...
Godlike...
That's how we be...
That's how we be...
Talk somethin...
[Esham]
The path of the wicket
Walk the bloody trail as I spit it
Once I see the enemies another murder's committed
Finger prints on the bullets and of course I'll admit it
Blood stains on my shirt, evidence that I did it
"Oh my god, he's got a gun!" 's, all they be yellin
If you tellin then you caught up in a 187
With the street sweeper I be my brother's keeper
From this day on you known as the deep sleeper
When shit gets deeper in comes the Grim Reaper
In Detroit, shit's so out cold you need your heater
Oh my God, please, make them believers
Body bullet receivers, make 'em all bleeders
Uzi magazine readers like to lock an load and
I don't give a fuck, more cannons explode
God please tell me, why so hard for the young and black?
When money's on the stack
Crime infested pack, heroin, weed, crack
Ecstasy... do you really want that?
So roll...
Sit back, relax, inhale the anthrax
When the gods are angry, I spoke
And they still got niggas out here hangin from ropes
When the gods are angry, I spoke
See, I walks on water, forever I floats...
[TNT]
I'm godlike ha, don't believe? do the math
Got a gang of followers leading in through the path
Crack your dome open and rock the derby
They all ain't worthy to serve me
So G-like, bitch, check the scripture
I might have to let my disciples get ya
Love for me runs deep in the streets
We raided the rap game and never kept the peace
A nigga finna let it blow
I got several ways to let it flow
So ghetto
At the party rock the heavy metal
Nobody but a god walks every level!
[CHORUS]
Don't you wanna be like...
G-O-D...
Like me?
[Mastamind]
Mic me up, so you can hear the almighty
Born in sworn in to be G-like me
Never take this game lightly, I'm day-and-nightly
The spot rightfully mine, why even wanna fight me?
Bless the mic for me
I'm twice the G
Fuck how the end might be
I never see strike 3
Even if I gotta bang thangs to eat
This is how I'ma keep my name in the streets
Mastamind, that means I planned this
Make em all believers, via satellite to all planets
Wicket World Wide, the mode ain't no the better
Wanna be like, what? we like measure your cheddar
Big dog with the bark and the bite
Runnin suckers off scared when we spark the mic
How does NATAS come off so hard?
Uh, motherfucker, you know!
Praise your forefathers!
[Esham]
I hear a voice in my head, my head hears voices
So many choices
I'm coming down off a bad trip, and I'm sick of all the bullshit
It ain't my fault, it's all my fault, who's fault is it ?
It doesn't matter, can you understand
I live the life of a madman
I'm psycho, suicycho
Not Michael on a motorcycle
I can't understand myself
Man I need help
Who am I ?
Am I who you thought I was
If not too bad cuz
I ain't trippin, nah I'm trippin, cause you know I be trippin
You don't know me
How you gonna know me when I don't know me
I try to get to know myself
Self knowledge and tell myself
They're all gonna laugh at me....
I gotta get my head together
[Esham]
I gotta get my head straight, I'm losin my mind
Givin you a piece of my mind
I got somethin on my mind one time
But heyyy nevermind
I'm losin my sense, I got no sense
No nonsense, mo dollas than cents
Since I'm dyin
The world may never know if I'm lyin
Lyin in my grave
Heyyyy... I think I need a shave
What's my name ? Who stole my brain ? Who should I blame ?
Blame it on the boogie, blame it on the rain
I can feel yo pain
I'ma say, heyyyy I forgot what I'ma say
Who, what, when, where, why, how ?
I gotta get my head together
[Esham]
I got to get it straight, I got to get it straight
I can't really wait, I can't really wait
For my mind, making my mind, I'm losing my mind
So do you mind, I don't mind if you don't mind
Cause what's yours is mine
But I need my own
You know what I'm sayin holmes
You don't know cause I don't know
So get that my names Esham
Slit your wrist, drink a orange juice
Hallelujah
Suck my dick, what's it to ya
I'm from nowhere, I comin straight outta nowhere
And going nowhere
Mo dope, mo dope, mo coke for the fiends to smoke
Hit me, come get me lock me up
I don't give a fuck
I gotta get my head together
[Esham]
Man I'm back, I'm the black devil and that ain't no joke
What's up, who's playin that beat
Comin thru in the backseat
Cheap shots,cheap tricks
But you can suck on my toe hey hoe you know
That I'm the black bro
I still don't know where I come from
Lick my balls till my dick's numb
Dum diddy dum diddy dum dum
Redrum, I feel like a redrum
E-S-H-A-M
Why I'm talkin bout him ?
Is that me ?
You can't see what I can see
Man whateva
I advise y'all to open your eyes
and ask JFK if flyin through the skies you can die
And all the ballers out there cookin them pies
do you even realize why we lookin so high?
It's a surprise, It's the end for us all
the hieroglyphics told mysteries on the pyramid walls
I feel the force drag me into the light
The same one who stole the life in the still of the night
(I see dead people all in my sight, even when I close my eyelids tight
with all my might.)
(I see dead people)
I often wonder, do dead men dream?
about the life they lived and all the fancy things?
about who was paid? and who was broke?
about who had the most money, ho's and dope?
about that one nigga who just couldn't cope
life came down crashin like a nigga on a ski slope
Can I rock this one for Redd Fox?
I saw Biggie Smalls, I saw Tupac
I saw the nigga with the gun bust 2 shots
some of you believe me and some of you do not
(I see dead people all in my sight, even when I close my eyelids tight
with all my might.)
(I see dead people)
Check the rigamortis, cause time moves slow as a tortoise
like a virgin, like Madonna till she had little Lordis
You can't afford us Time goes fast, life's the shortest
Officially for the good green weed and coke snorters
Support us, look how far the dead brought us
2000 AD rock the funeral parlors
Dead ballers and dirt crawlers, under the surface
You must know the difference, between an angel and the serpents
(I see dead people all in my sight, even when I close my eyelids tight
with all my might.)
[Intro:]
Hahahahah...
It's the end of the world,
As you know it.
So I'm a flow it.
[Mastamind:]
Four panel bars can't hold me down,
Locked up for my safety now,
In my head I hear crazy sounds,
Five people dead, nobody found.
They cannot stop me, started when I was five years old,
I was in my room all alone, I used to be so cold,
I would have conversations,
Visions of devastations,
One day I'll rule the nation,
They'll call me an abomination.
They did me wrong, concidered me an outcast,
Was never first, but I'll have the last laugh,
I dreamed of blood baths while I slept in math class,
Woke up and robbed my teachers without a ski mask.
[Chorus:]
Before I hate...
Ya hearts filled with hatred. [x4]
[Esham:]
I did everything you asked me,
I'm always speakin in blasphemy,
The demons comin after me,
So bless me get this cash from me.
Took the learjet flight to Moscow,
Jumped out the plane then I smile,
Police checkin my files cause they know I'm hostile,
Take the money belt right off ya waist and shoot you in ya funny face,
Your brains scattered all over the place, Cause I am from the master race,
I'm Hitler with this mircophone, put suicidal thoughts inside ya dome,
My DNA they tried to clone cause I rock em' dead and minds get blown,
I'm psycho, michael, my is with the rifle,
Chemical dependencies it was all written down in the prophecies,
B-L-A-C-K, Hitler's scant, fresh out the concentration camps,
Dead bodies stank the place, cause I had ta paint ya face,
The Wrath of God this ain't the case, don't believe me, then go ask Mace,
Goin through trials and tribulations havin conversations with Satan,
Black Hitler, I'm coming for your head decapitation,
And you're just an abomination, raised up in this wicked nation,
Fall star prophet feel the wrath of God, you cannot stop it,
So just accept it even though you just a skeptic,
He that is not with me is against me and you can't help it,
Revelations and my final note on this salvation,
Even though ya heart is achin, it's also Full of Hatred!
[Chorus: x4]
Ya hearts Filled with Hated! [x5]
[Outro:]
I hate my muthafuckin gums cause they black,
I hate the nighttime cause it's black,
I hate that muthafucka Wesley Snipes, cause he's black,
Yea, black monday, black tuesday, every muthafuckin day,
[Mastamind]
Fuck the dumb shit, this is what I come with
Who wanna ride along wit me as I run shit?
Hoes play the back and get mack slapped
Niggaz better know the fact that I'm strapped
And I ain't havin that
Don't temper with a maniac, cause he's zany, that's you for the kill
Drop, duck, and kneel and get fucked if you will
In Detroit, I'm like a devil in hell
Chillin' in the streets givin these fools the creeps
Now it's time to roll down the Ave. with me
Jump, joke and laugh with me, nigga I ain't happy
You in my face, get out or get knocked out
Pick up the album if you wanna know what I'm about
Mastamind, demonic motherfucker
The games master's in the bitch, playin these fools like suckas
What the fuck? Another ugly duck with no luck
Rest in peace, with no beef you got fucked like a slut
Young punk, you ain't shit, kill you in the chalk
Dead bodies get dumped, so I bring the dead body funk
Now they after me for my blasphamy
But damn, I am what I am nigga, I'm fuckin up the program
[CHORUS]
"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"
"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"
"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"
"Fuckin up shit, and shit but a killin"
[TNT]
Motherfuckin up the program, fuckin up your industry
Niggaz on my dick, but they ain't no fuckin friend to me
Niggaz ain't no kin to me, ain't got no love for 'em
Fuck that bitch, Nina, cause I gotta slug nose for her
Boom, boom, boom, on that ass till ya drop kid
Killa killa cop, cause I want that fuckin cop killed
Mommy, mommy, mommy, why does TNT have a bomb?
Why does he roll with Mastamind and Esham?
Blood's on my hands, I think I killed a man, damn
Wasn't in the plan I ran, cause I'm fuckin up, fuckin up the program
[CHORUS]
[Esham]
Fuckin up the program call me the Son of Sam
The unholy black devil nigga, that's who I am
When I speak this blasphamy, blasphamy's what I'm speakin
My suicidal recital, so vital minds weaken
My Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde a suicide
I drive you to suicide, so come along for the murder ride
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6
Here comes the voodoo child to crucifix the mix
I fuckedadid up the program, wha-da-da-dang ya
I'm a fuckin head banga
So tell me why you fear what you hear
Mr. Kill the fetus is back, black I told you last year
Murder me man, shit God damn you better murder murder me man
[TNT]
Yeah, I got some shit on my mind
Some shit that I been wantin' to say
Some shit that I gotsta say
[CHORUS x2]
Fuck the world
It's like fuck the world
Fuck the world
I said fuck the world
Fuck the world
You know like fuck the world
Fuck the world
I said like fuck the world
Fuck the planet I'm on, I wish I was never born
But I was torn to be warned so now I mourn
My thoughts are paralyzed, I see terror signs
I recognize my mind, metamorphosize
I hate this planet and the people that live on it
I sold my soul and then I feel no pain because I want it
And I'm torn between life and death and death and life
My blood drips from the blade of a butcher knife
I have thoughts of hate and mental anguish
I hate you, I hate me too
I can't go back to the room, so I resume the temple of doom
They wanna put me in a rubber room
My momma told me there'd be days like this
I'll be feelin homicidal, suicidal, suicidalist
I kept his back, his peeled his cap backwards
I'm not religious, but more than just a sacrilegious
You better ask somebod about the nigga that's odd
And fuck you and your God and your world
[CHORUS]
I'm gonna bust, so call me a Mossburg
The sky is fallin like dominoes and Donald Byrd
Fuck the world, I'm not your regular human being
You never testified a witness the murder scence
Mercy me, Lord have mercy for weak minds
Must I reach for my nine, once I'm speakin my mind
They trip, angel dust make me bust shots
Three little pigs, blind mice why I hate cops
Head ache, migrane bring the pain on
With my maggot brain on, some insane song
So you sing along, murder's my national anthem
Area nation, huntin' for a black panther
But killas don't talk, they walk the flatlines
And you should know that I'm out my mind
So fuck the world
[CHORUS]
Fuck the world I'm in, it never represented anything
But Reel Life Products, thats why many sings
The blues, bad news, bad times, bad rhymes
Bad lines, bad thoughts, bad shit on my mad mind
Some people say that the world will never end
I gotta step and say hello to my little friend
Push the button I panic for mannick depression
And with my Smith and Wesson I teach you all a lesson
I'm sick of thinkin' my mind's blinkin paranoid
Once I counteract it, bullets get interacted
Chain reaction, can't get no satisfaction
The world is fallin apart like Michael Jackson, so fuck 'em
Tweet baby,Tweet baby
[Esham] N-A-T-A-S Will never die forever I fly
U-n-h-o-l-y sing another wicket lullaby
When I kick it bitches know they bite it, want to murder my
Style's been terror in the aisles don't question why
Thunder falls from the sky when the demons cry
Suicidal when I bust the demonic recital
I main murder your idol,Mc. homocidal
Finished him off and flew away with your title
I think you best be going and read your Holy Bible
Before you get bloody from my shotgun rifle
(Mastamind) Now you see me, now you don't
Never could be touched, hit you with the football with the rush
Silence of your ass make you all hush
You gotta brawl with us to stall us, we call y'all bluff
(bitch) I'm the man, king of the land
I feel the wind and the rain and the lightning from my hand
Join the odyssey, deep as the goddess of the sea
Natas, probably the gods of the streets
N-A-T-A-S will never die,
forever I fly
Masta M-i-n-d sing another wicket lullabye
When I kick it bitches know they bite want to murder my
Styles been terror in the aisles don't question why
[T-N-T] My AK shots bust loud at night
I run up on the stage and I'm grabbing the mic
I be the one that bust your dome with the chrome until your g's all roam
Like your cell phone burning up your ozone
The microphone, prone to get blown, for real it's on
I rock a stadium, a dome
My advice to you is don't play me when alone
Cause N-A-T-A-S will never die and this is known
N-A-T-A-S will never die, forever I fly
They tell me T-N-T kick another wicket lullabye
When I kick it bitches know they bite it want to murder my
Styles been terror in the aisles don't question
[Mastamind]
Ready, set, hut 1, bust ya guns
I'm the one callin' plays, hush your tongues
Must you come to us to put you down thunderous
3 niggaz with mics, comin' like there's round a hundred of us
Comin' like some out the jungle motherfuckers
Some niggaz come up on the suckers and suckers go to the gutter
What you livin' for? You ready to ride to the end of the road
And get wicked for show let me know when you're visit to go
Here's the info, peep the game play now feel the tempo
Now can you smoke on this while takin' it in slow
I'll rot you with the proper procedure
Runnin' through this game without a breather, wide receiver
Tryin' to come up on 7, figures that is
The harder you put your shit down the bigger it is
This has been a demonstration for Natas
Standing like a monument until the nation proper celebration
We gonna toast to we the champions
For now every fuckin' murder rider needs an anthem
[CHORUS]
Hit you with the football and blow out your brains rushin'
"Oh my God"
[Esham]
I'ma hike it, whether you like it or not
Don't get excited, I'm here to ingnite your bloodclot
The blazin' hot, knockin' out your spot
Forget me not, 'cause I pop and never drop the fuckin' rock
I wanna rumble, motherfucker I ain't mumble
And I never fumble in the jungle with the bundle
Touchdown in your zone, this you can't believe
Connection, interception, I wide receive
My style blitz your whole play when I slide
Offsides, soft hides, make for more murder rides
Runnin' deprieving make for dead presidents
Never hesistant when I'm servin' you this medicine
Straight tackling the ones that won't better sen
Detroit, Michigan's best defensemen
[CHROUS]
[TNT]
4th down and 10 to go
I throw the bomb, yo
TNT's in the game
All niggaz know my name
N-A-T-A-S never drop a glock, pop a clock
Stoppin' no rest needed, I stay weeded
Situations heeded
I throw spirals and bolos at those hoes who oppose
Niggaz try to read me get they book closed
In the story niggaz get killed on the battlefield
Talkin' murder shit not doin' what they say they will
[Mastamind]
Now the warriors come out, raise your guns to that
Perhaps, you should get your shit in shape and run your laps
About the punter heard out, put ya through a work out
Natas the first stop you take, put the red alert out
Do anything to put the word out, make you the sacrifice
The game is getting stormed at night
'Cause God gonna get black tonight
[Esham]
I never ever believed I've been deceived like adam & eve
my thoughts bust to make my mind bleed
in god you trust but in god I bust caps
to peel caps and fill bloody naps bitch
you wanna go to hell or heaven?
I got the 3-5-7 pointed at cha so ya better pray
before ya life gets takin away
before the bullet hits ya dome all I have to say
is do you believe? nigga
[Chorus]
Do you believe in god? I don't know what this world is comin to [x4]
[Esham]
Do you believe in god nigga?
Who is god where is god?
Do you believe in god?
Where is god who is god?
[T-N-T]
picked up the bible and burnt my hands
1-8-7 at the church dead body needs an ambulance
the unforgetable medication, the masturbation
premature ejaculation, premeditation
murder meditation deep
niggas sleep so I creep my crew rolls 6 feet deep
blaz4me sacreligious to this religious figure
and I'm the wrong nigga
so do you believe?
[Chorus]
[T-N-T]
Do you believe in god, do you believe in god? [x4]
[Esham]
some might wonder what god is, some say god is man
some say god is space & time...I say this
[Mastamind]
tell me
do you believe in god?
I think it is odd
I'd rather be dead underground covered in sod
when I walk the earth, walk this way
leavin you in dismay
there they lay to stay you better pray
people dyin outside my town, homicide surrounds the block of suicide
where I live both worlds collide
I'ma chop that image of your god up
only a reel life product connects you
do you believe in god?
[Chorus]
[Esham]
do you believe nigga? that's right I said do you believe?
So you believe in god nigga?
Son't ask me ask yo self, motherfucker motherfucker
[chorus]
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
[Verse 1: Masta Mind]
More fear than the Y2k bug got Slugs for thugs
Those who dont believe their grave's been dug
Fuck rap, so high-tech I come through yo phone jack
to attack and molest the track, cuz i got the habit
Infectin yo system, yo program won't run
I'm fuckin up your chip, taking over your modem
Deleting your files, your memories been erased
And the wicket shit you bite leaves a bitter taste
In your mouth, screens blacking out. your monitor won't show, systems
overload, your head's about to blow
Even the scoe when you believe in the flow
And once you click the icon, i'ma take you beyond
Cyberkill!
[chorus]
CYBERKILL
[verse 2: Masta Mind]
All up in your face controllin your cyber space
The way i see the hard drive crash the inner-face
Never replace the one that'll win the race
And i never smoke on a blunt that you finna lace
My technology be to futuristic for you to see
To do this we glide through the galaxy
Galactic tactics cause classic ass kicks
Watch out for the venom I spit, it's straight acid
Disconnect your internet, lets bet, electric shock you like your t.v.
set when it's wet
The only thing these motherfucking niggas respect
Is the fire jumpin all up out the hole of the tech
And it's cyberkill!
[chorus]
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
C-CYBERKILL
C-C-C-C-C-CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
[verse 3: Masta Mind]
Who I be?
The rooga shoota
Virus in your computa
Air wave polluta
Wicket shit distibuta
Buta solluta
Make you wanna do tha
Shit that i did from here to bramuda
Bitches always runnin up talkin bout you tha
Nigga Ahead of Time And Space, underground rula
Collumbine, trench coat mafia schoola
Fresher than a frozen freon out tha coola
What's up wootay, wanna walk you a rula?
I keep the bandoola on my face with tha toola
I never sniff the snow, cause i aint no foola
And if you black, actin italian, you zamoolia
[chorus]
CYBERKILL
C-C-C-CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
[Verse:]
Natas!
Cocoa eyes upon me they stare
In them 2 tone gators, I'm rockin a pare
Collect collect
The telly ring is my connect
Our money ain't good get some self respect
Those times is hard
I'm still spinin by the yard
Spend all of my time treatin a nigga with a bar
TOO REEL, find an honest way to make mill
Sat in church on sunday the preacher gave me the chills
So blast for me is what my shot gun said to me
The blood stains on my shirt are red to see
(TNT)
[Chorus:]
Havin hard times, in this crazy town
Havin hard times, there's no love to be found
Havin hard times, in this crazy town
Havin hard times, there's no love to be found
[Verse:]
Havin hard times, there's no love to be found
Makin bad decisions get you 6 feet underground
I'm scitsofranic, I'm talkin to myself I panic
Premeditated, murdered man I had to plan it
Hard to do the shit I do and get away with it
Hit you up quick and make it look like they did it
I ain't tryin to kill another brother
But sometimes niggas be losin they mothers
Fuckin mad out here, goin off that water
Makin the situation harder
Actin like they slow in the head
So I had to put him to bed
(TNT)
[Chorus:]
Havin hard times, in this crazy town
Havin hard times, there's no love to be found
Havin hard times, in this crazy town
Havin hard times, there's no love to be found
[Verse:]
More bad that good days
Livin in my hood days
Go by slow to people ridin on doe
The fact is, 80 percent of the city is poor
Limbo low the poverty mind
Goin out of there mind
Wonder why cocaine, weed, and alcohol keep sellin
It turns breakin down mentality felon
The story that I'm tellins got me all alone yellin
Thinkin to myslef might as well go to heaven
(TNT)
[Chorus:]
Havin hard times, in this crazy town
Havin hard times, there's no love to be found
Havin hard times, in this crazy town
Havin hard times, there's no love to be found...
So many
So many
So many
So many
[satanic voice:]
[Mastamind]
I feel like to a foreign land,
feel like taking it somewhere (somewhere).
Some type of foreign land, got to get away E
you know what I'm saying, what I know
Life's hard what am I supposed to do in this cold life
Only thing I really know how to do is hold mics
On cold nights we the hottest
On the blocks or the projects
Bless the mic for Natas
Now the heat is on we got the streets warm
We'll only stop setting shit on fire when the beat is gone
Keep it strong money keep it long
With each song history is born we da wrong
Cats to collapse so what the beef is on
Never cry about the pain if the game treat us wrong
Wicket world wide over seas it's on
We clock gees while they clock zees
who you sleeping on huh?
[Chorus: Esham]
Shake the day my seniorita mama la pita,
shake the day my seniorita, mama la pita.
[TnT]
On the cool beach of Cancun under the moon
Me and honey sipping Boone's finna go to the room
As I zoomed into the feature times rhyme with the clarity
No, I said it was all good in the land of prosperity
So I fly through the sky with a blink of an eye
Under the shade of my sombrero wouldn't think it was I
Mama see a seniorita we was smoking some reefer
She was hoping that I keep her but I'm nothin but a creaper
It gets deeper with the street sweeper
But on a day like today I just sit in back and parlay
In C-A-N, C-U-N
If you girl ain't bumping I bump her best
friend in Cancun, yo in Cancun, yo I said
in Cancun, yo yo in Cancun
[Chorus]
[Esham]
Mamacita seniorita
It's a black thang baby so you know it's weaker
Living the viva la coca while you slang the yoca cola
Hot like Cancun clock bank like Tommy Mottola
If you be a snake I'm a call you a boa
Constrictor till you get the pict-cha
As I squig the liquor
Drop the bigger figures
Ain't no stopping yo seniorita so tropi-co
Cop a O and drop a flow
Cop a 4 with a 4-4 your undercover love go
From to Detroit to Chicago or wherever I go
I keep my blow tighter than the hair on your hoe
Under the cherry moon down in Cancun
I'm all about the boom
Honeys know I'm about to hit the boom boom
Up in Cancun all about the boom
[Mastamind]
I'm comin at ya like boo ya, I trouble shoot ya
Never had a devil step this close to ya
Chill cause it's cool, who you lookin at fool?
I do my dirt I got a dirty mind, come up off your jewels
Show me where the heads at, let me take a shot
Trouble's what ya got 'round the block at my spot
Drop dead basehead as I sing my slang
Can't hang with the rough neck shit? Use the exit
Be out my house as I make this house my home
I'm comin' from the zone where the bad guys roam
Life after death can it be?
You're blind cause you can't see me
Comin at ya like
[CHORUS x4]
Boo ya, comin at ya like boo ya
Boo ya baby
[TNT]
Comin at 'cha like boo
"Boo!" boo "Boo!" boo "Boo!"
Boo "Boo!" boo "Boo!" boo "Boo!"
Swish, Boom! clear the fuckin' room
Sawed off shotgun Natas coming soon
In the book I gives a fuck about your crew
TNT's comin at 'cho ass like boo!
Body snatcha comin atcha if I catch ya
I'm a gat 'cha and just ratta tat tat cha
It's like that ch'all, "That ch'all", that ch'all "That ch'all"
Just pass me the motherfuckin' gat ch'all
And let me unload the clip and check a nigga for his grip
Cause this script is comin quick and don't trip
I'm comin atcha like
[CHORUS]
[Esham]
Comin atcha like boo ya
Motherfucker I'ma do ya
And let the hollow points run right through ya
I never knew ya, so I'm gonna screw ya
Kick the voodoo and stick a pin straight through ya
I gotta break him off, biggie biggie break him off
Pops on my dick, wanna murder me I shake him off
And fuck the klans man, come and take a chance man
Ride with a psycho just like Michael
And if I hit him up, then I gotta get him up
Boo ya, boo ya, boo ya, lit him up
I never knew ya, so I gotta screw ya
Watch out for the killer inside me comin atcha like
[CHORUS]
[Repeated]
Boo ya baby!
Boo Ya, I bring it right to ya!
God say pray cuz the devil don't pray
You didn't know I was a witch did ya
Voodoo it just might come true
[Mastamind]
This ain't ya same old story rags to riches
Seems like I'm living in hell even though I got my wishes
This is so serious I'll never get it twisted
Make a visit to gothom city you're on the road with the wicked
I love women but I still call 'em bitches
Rtaher smoke this green leaf but I still smoke swishas
Rather live in the hills but I'm in the hood
So many people I would kill if I could
Manic Mastamind with the rhyme thinking bout time
Thinking bout how I'm gonna live and die with mine
Say fuck 'em all
Like my nigga E say, fuck the radio and the DJ
So wicket nigga make you kneel and pray
Oh my god there they go, here we come, they done came
With a gang gothom niggas insane
Be careful what U wish for
[Esham]
I'm sick of all these niggas make me think sick thoughts
Conspiracy and murder ways not to get caught
I'm thinkin suicide suicide is on my mind
The U-N-H-O-L-Y takin a walk through time
On the flatline
I'm out my mind I write my rhymes in blood
Kidnap your baby mama drag her through the mud
I don't give a fuck about where you from
Nigga I bust dum dum's at dum dum's
I'm comin up your block to set up shop burn up your block right
I'm from Detroit where niggas burn up shit on devil's night
If you do not know me I don't give a fuck what
N-A-T-A-S blood's on my chest
Forgive me for my sins but I'll have to kill again
Some cracker commit suicide as soon as I begin
No more will I let you know that the flow is critical
Fuck the police, my shit's still political
In this New World Order, it's a slaughter
What time is it? Ain't no need to check the clock (Fuck it)
Cause time stopped (Fuck it) Game over (Game over)
[Esham]
When we gun this
You'll get punished
Detroit re-runs this
Don't get me confused with MC's still payin' dues
I'm a classic, let me spit my acid
Stay in an all glass kit
Until I burn up in my casket
My carnivores dramatic
I'm sick, sicker than sick
Bitch suck my dick
I still bust all slugs and thugs
And get to fuck you to with
Don't care, yo shit's spilt
Never admit
Cause killas don't talk about the murders they commit
Come again now!
[Chorus]
(Y'all fucked us again, now watcha gone do nigga?)
Just another motherfuckin enemy
Just another motherfuckin enemy
Just another motherfuckin enemy
Just another motherfuckin enemy
[Masta Mind]
Now before you get yo ass beat
Don't ask how I'm livin' or what my religion
Niggas want me to hand the mic to the participant down and give it
Roll me to the top from a site
But I'm a all night rider type
You better be ready for war in the worst way
When you decide to fight
You can't get paid on the streets
So hold on tight, until you heat
Lookin at me like you got somethin to say
Don't even try to speak
Its killa bee kill say please
Murder really ain't no sin to me
A million motherfuckers with me
Then I call it a million enemies
Come on!
[Chorus x2]
[Esham]
Run they mouth, from here to down south
Don't know what the fuck they talkin bout
We from Detroit got too much fuckin clouds
Stay off my route
I'm bout bout murder
No doubt
You gone clean the shower
But when you right I hail out out
[Masta Mind]
Kickin off that game
Call timeout
Young niggas gone find out
Who's supportin the braids
>From underground
And watch me climb out
I'm all about that wicket shit
I scream “Never die!”
The game is getting stormy now
Can you win the ride?
Come on!
"Ready nig?"
"Yeah"
[Mastamind]
Let me put you up on this, like I roll this
I'm more than just a microphonist
Let me the fuck alone trick
Get your mail on with out me, I'll get mine no doubt
And do the pussy all night freak, is this the game about
We own shit, and they done let me in to make mill
From coast to coast to rock the bill, do this shake the hills
Set up shop on ya block here I come
Make the business move smooth with the hum
Young nation leader, lead a pack a killas to enter
We sinners, we finna eat yo ass for dinner
[Chorus x4: Mastamind]
And all praises due to Gothom
I keep goin till the sun rise
Son of a gun Blaz4Me
[Esham]
Let me tell you a famous story about a nigga
You never heard about
Nigga disrespect and get your mouth blew out
Straight flew out the coop, check the scoop
Young boy on the microphone, yes incorporated
B-boy flowin nigga, check my file
Nigga got more rhymes than hairdressers got hairstyles
Old school, new school, legend in my own time
In fear of a black planet still on my mind
So why you diss a nigga for a outfit
I'm tryin' not to be a toilet in the world a shit
[Chorus x4: Esham]
And all praises due to Gothom
I keep goin till the midnight
Son of a gun, Blaz4Me
[TNT]
Keep my name out yo mouth, before my dick be in it
Didn't I tell you motherfuckers? I was in it to win it
Still cold as dry ice make these niggaz think twice
Droppin bombs on ya ass make you scream for your life
Let's get acquainted, let me kick the game for ya
Bang it, point blank, frame it in the picture fame for ya
Shit we do is real, fuck hoes pack steel
We all about our money rap on tracks for mills
And if you niggaz wanna test us
You lucky charm ass niggaz fan out slugs, magically delicious
[Chorus x4: TNT's]
And all praises due to Gothom
I keep goin like all day
Son of a gun, Blaz4Me
Yeah, blasphemy, would you blast for me?
Cause I would blast for me, you know what I mean?
[Mastamind]
I'm wonderin should I and how could I
Escape from the planet of the apes
Gorilla meister, suicide's quicker
But I'd rather beat the killer dead then dead
Nigga body bled, red flows through the river
When dead men float but I step through the smoke in Heaven
It's no emergency whatsoever, so never apologetic
It's hectic and devilish in the killin fields
Gone take more than Michael Jackson to make the world heal
I'm ill, so many wish for my death I feel I'm suicidal
But I don't mess all what they want me to do is die
So ressurect the show from related chemicals
Mad science count it down as it rolls and it blows
It's me, tickin time bomb walkin freely
Through any facility, ain't no killin me
[CHORUS x4]
Niggaz kill me, they wanna kill me
They fuckin with the real in me
They wanna see the ill me
Niggaz kill me hopin my futures lookin dim
I just go with the flows movement of dead men don't swim
Plus my religion, never livin in fear
Need a witness leave one of these bitches, with chicks to volunteer
To fuck with me never fuck with me, what it be
I'm ready to die, my life is just a luxury
Defended be defenseless, sweat by the minutes
I'm sick, never drownin in my own shit
Do or die, you came to fry, you justify
Sticky for the niggaz who do voodoo in the sky
This game of death we play is for killas only
And its a bitch, these bustas runnin up on me
[CHORUS]
Look it, behavior sins tales to the cowardly
Stiff enough to break in half, break off every worker on the staff
Your last days is numbered by my wicked ways
I hate to say it, but every step wrong ya stepped into a grave
It never ceased to amaze me
I gotta X every nigga who thought you lookin at? You all a crazy
Dead men walkin through the grave zone
I'm sick of waitin for death like I got the wrong colors on
This ain't Killa Cali, Detroit is where I'm from
Next gangbangin ass nigga to claim my hood won't live to see the sun
Never thought I'd have to step in the middle a war on my block
Killa murder plot, fuck it you
Some people never change they have themselves
To blame can't see the writing on the walls
Thy kingdome come thy will be done into hell
They're gonna fall
NATAS
NATAS
NATAS
NATAS
You must be blind take a look around you
Sins all you'll find world full of greed
Is there a heaven is there a hell
Is there a God where does he dwell
Does he need money evangelistic deeds
Where goes the profit the pocket of greed
NATAS
NATAS
NATAS
NATAS
You must be blind take a look around you
Sins all you'll find world full of greed
You must be blind take a look around you
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