Текст песни Esham - Wake the Dead
Esham - Wake the Dead слова песни
Picked up a Holy Bible and it burned my handsTonight all the dead in the cemetery will danceThe witch is on the broom stick, she put me in the mixNow it`s time to teach an old dog new tricksYou can`t learn, so I burn your Holy BibleLet`s take a trip into my mind I`m suicidalI`ll get`cha locked inside my brain cellAnd turn the world upside-down and make it rain hellI know you can`t see, I`m not your G-O-DI got my soul on wax, I spin it back as I melt waxThe unwritten, rhymes forbidden, but still hittin`The U-N-H-O-L-Y and I ain`t bullshittin`Pray all night and day, my soul might be savedI make dead bodies roll over their gravesI drop one, drop two, and then 3, 4After that I`ll scream God I can`t wait for moreWAKE THE DEADWakin` up D-E-A-D bodies around meAnd I`m from motherfuckin` motown GBlood stains all in the river `cause I`m slittin` throatsBodies chokin` and croakin` when I hit a noteRotten, gone but not forgottenBreathe your last breath `cause the rhyme was deathSo yes y`all, get off the wall for the psychoAlfadiscobeta vinylAquadoodoo, rock my voodooI`m kinda wicked when I kick it thought you knewI get funky in the joint, but what`s the pointEsham and I`m from D motherfuckin` troitBack up off me I`m black like coffeeI rock for the suicidalists not the softeesUp and at `em, I`m runnin` at `em I got `em scaredNow watch the devil get loose as I wake the deadWAKE THE DEADI never fall back, I`m not a new jackI get to sayin` wicked shit and get a flashbackI gotta unholy mind brain, money dollar insane poetryTo all the people that knowin` meSome say I`m crazy for kickin` my looney tunesWhen I drop bass, my shit goes boomNever ever fake shit, on stage I break shitAnd when I`m rockin` it you know it`s the shitI`m never stuck up so shut the fuck up`Cause talkin` some shit about me will run your luck upHeadbangers bang your head to wake the deadThe red rum or is the rum redFrom a black man, killa rap manI`m not the caped crusaed named BatmanI like it louder, I`ll make it prouderI`ll make your system blow up like gun powderYes yes y`all, that`s what I`m sayin`All the headbangers bang your head to wake the deadWAKE THE DEAD