Текст песни Esham - Thinking to Myself
Esham - Thinking to Myself слова песни
[Esham]Well I was thinkin to myself, how could I get mentalAnd drop a wicked track over a funky instrumentalI rhyme for the mind then in time you will findThe seven sign of death, and I am the seventh signThe crew is like a devil, but the devil is the crewIt`s not what you know, it`s only what you proofSome ask me many questions and wonder my religionI`m losin my religion, that answer`s your decisionBlacks killin blacks, seems to be the new trayThought shall not diss Esham, that`s a sinMy favorite number 666, so guess againAnd if you feel the need to pray, say amenThe drum is wicked, I think I heard him kick itThis beat is like a pussy to me, so I`mma dick itI`m some like Dr. Jeckyl, but more like Mr. HydeSome people heard my rap, now they commitin suicideNow tell me is that crazy, like Rosemary`s babyI don`t give a fuck, so your death didn`t phase meSome call me a psychotic, I`m more like a narcoticMy poetry`s a riot, and I`m down wit mill like productThe answer`s to your questions, might off to make ya vomitSo therefore when you ask me, I`m supposed to say `no comment`I`m feelin rather splendin, some people I`ve offendedBut you bought my record, it wasn`t recommendedI`m in the top ten, amen, Esham the Unholy, so here we go againNo bloops, no bleeps, no blunders, no blursMy style is unisex, for his and hersSomeone to ride my topics, unholy like I drop itFor suckers like you, I keep my pistol in my pocketSo please no disruptions, or rude interruptionsThere will be a penalty for bitin what I`m bustinSo please understand, that I`m the fuckin manSome people hear my music and they think I should be banned[various talk and samples][Esham]One for the treble, two for the devilThree for your grave that I dug wit the shovelI`m runnin down the line and say a funky rhymeSome more wicket shit for the very last timeI`m not the from old school and new school gradeI dropped outta school, sixteen and got paidI`m glockin crazy dollars while ya fly girlie hollasI got much game, don`t need no rope around my collarI treat a bitch like a ho, a ho like a freakThen I daze, in amaze, by the way I speakI`mma say what I wanna say in any fuckin kinda wayHalf you fuckas out there, don`t even know the time or day