Esham - Makin' More Music Lyrics
[INTRO]This is the season...To fear young black men, hell black men period.Espically while they kill themselves.It is contagous, this virus, this violence. (splatter his blood)Huh? What did (splatter his blood) you just say?Is he dead? (splatter his blood)I dont under(splatter his blood)stand this.Dont you know...Esham's back with another wicket trackSome old wicket shit and all thatA new era, I'll bring the terror plus the funkYou cant rock me so dont try to copy my formatLike liquid drano but it's acid rapI'm a soloist so no one has to pass it backYou wanna get rid of me, I'm the epitomySuckaz dont consider me 'cause they aint shit to meSee I get funky like dog shitAnd dont step to me raw 'cause I aint havin itAnd if I see a microphone I'm grabbin itAnd like a knife to your mind I'm stabbin itThe U-N-H-O-L-Y *****in it up dailyNow I'm in your system so how you gonna play me, PUNKI drop the funk like a bad habitYou still chasin after tricks like a silly rabbitShow respect to the mother*****in man'cause I'm makin more music then your body can stand.[CHORUS]Makin more music then your body can standFell this, Music...Makin more music then your body can standIf...you...feel...good....I'm your maaanI'm like a gypsy with a crystal ballAnd I've seen the future for all of ya'llAnd it state's that I got a life long faithTo kick the wicket shit and I'll never get in heaven's gatesTwelve inch plates like brimstoneAnd dont play my jams alone'cause the devils in my microphoneMusical madness finna self destructThe devil is my logo, but it's Reel Life ProductCheck mic one, two, then send a shout toAll the brothaz down with the RLP crewOnly real niggaz rock real shitBut dont *****er 'cause you know how ill I can getI put bit after bit makin hit after hitAnd if your down with Esham then your sayin that's the shitGrab the microphone and blaze it like a gan'cause I'm makin more music then your body can stand[CHORUS]Makin more music then your body can standFell this, Music...Makin more music then your body can standIf...you...feel...good....I'm your maaanThe radio say I'm wild 'cause I flow freestyleSo pop my tape in and ***** the radio dialThey wont play me 'cause I be the UnholyNow how dat sound?So I had to go undergroundNow you got the ghetto devilOn a different levelBass and TrebleNow they tryin put my records on freezeBut they cant touch these so nigga nigga pleaseGet back fore I get my backpackEsham's gunnin down the whole wackpackYou can run, but you cant hideThe only way out is suicideThrough the rythym, throat's I'm slittin emAnd if they ask me how I did emI'ma say I let the rythym hit emNo rapper can ***** with me'cause 24-7 days a week I be[CHORUS]Makin more music then your body can standFell this, Music...Makin more music then your body can standIf...you...feel...good....I'm your maaan
