Testo My 9 Rhymes - Esham
Testo della canzone My 9 Rhymes (Esham), tratta dall'album Boomin' Words from Hell (Classics Remastered)
Born broke, beat up and always hungry
Never thought I'd turn into a criminal, if anything
Runnin' from the cops like Al Capone
Goin' Rambo on them suckers like Sly Stallone
Got a gat in my pants like it's part of my belt
Suckers scared like butter so they start to melt
I stand solid like concrete in Detroit streets
What a rich man throws away is what a poor man eats
When I was five, my mind start to blow up
Told my teacher I want to be like Hitler when I grow up
When I was seven, disregarded the laws of heaven
I went to church on Sunday and I cussed out the reverend
When I was ten, I started committin' sin
Witchcraft and voodoo with needles and pins
When I became an adolescent, I never learned my lesson
Puttin' holes in motherfuckers with a fuckin' Smith & Wesson
A homicidal vital recital, Esham's my title
I know my shit is def and I know you wanna bite, oh
But nope, don't do it, you'll be just a carbon copy
Esham is original and everybody else is sloppy
But chill, I kill, I'm sweet like Sugar Hill
Not your average, everyday, elementary, run-of-the-mill
Motherfucker, get it straight, I don't battle, that's for suckers
You wish you was down with Reel Life
Product, ain't that right, brothers?
I don't bullshit, no need to pull shit
You pull some shit and you'll be full of bullets and shit
Brother think I'm bluffin', pull my bluff and get fucked up and stuff
It's time for me to shut up 'cause I really said enough
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Writer(s): Esham Smith
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