Esham Lyrics
Esham Lyrics
"We Gots Some Nonbelievers Lyrics"
REACH FOR THE SKY Lyrics
A spark of life--a beat in time A lonely light that longs to shine An open road that knows no end A ray of hope around the bend You got a dream--you wanna fly You got an urge you can't deny Within your heart you found a voice I's callin' you to make your choice Reac
A spark of life--a beat in time A lonely light that longs to shine An open road that knows no end A ray of hope around the bend You got a dream--you wanna fly You got an urge you can't deny Within your heart you found a voice I's callin' you to make your choice Reac
Look up in the sky,
It's a crow!
It's a bat!
No, it's super nigger!
Confused, some say I can't lose,
All a brotha ever hear is bad point of views,
Try to hold me back jack, breaking the chain of pain,
Cuz the rhythm be bumpin' like a migrane.
Never knew I really had a clue about fiction or fact,
But I got it like that.
From dawn till dusk, you might see me bust,
A brain or two, I make it entertainin' you.
Commercial, universal, don't matter,
Every one dies when my shotgun scatters.
When my heavy metal boot drops, the floor shakes,
I'm c
Rat Who Would Be King Lyrics
Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while Once you're in you're pretty much fucked When I was the rat The rat who would be king I imagined typhoid and us alone Always us alone And I've waited on the sidelines all this time And I've a grenade With our names scratched
omin' through like an earthquake. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while Once you're in you're pretty much fucked When I was the rat The rat who would be king I imagined typhoid and us alone Always us alone And I've waited on the sidelines all this time And I've a grenade With our names scratched
You can't take or make or break me,
Can't shake me, don't try to fake me.
Many don't believe, I will achieve,
Like Ali Baba and the forty thieves.
I'ma get mine, you must be out ya mind,
Cuz in the ninties, acid rap is about time.
We got some nonbelievers out there(2x)
Buck wild, and out on my island,
In your Alpine, I'm free stlyin'.
But I'm wicket, I'm wicket, I'm wicket so why don't you kick it?
To feel the force of a new breed, you might bleed.
Knockin' niggas out like forty thieves,
Forty thieves in the tiempo, I go l
Transatlantic flight Lyrics
i get to the airport around ten to three then i pass the border cigarettes and duty free i find a fashion magazine to pass the time now i really miss you girl but i still feel fine i get on the airplane with my old guitar someone's staring at me yeah it's true bab
oco, i get to the airport around ten to three then i pass the border cigarettes and duty free i find a fashion magazine to pass the time now i really miss you girl but i still feel fine i get on the airplane with my old guitar someone's staring at me yeah it's true bab
Nine milimeter point blank or a solo.
Devilish, but still hell of this,
Make you wanna not want to go the week you go home.
I'm mystified, I won't lie,
Some can't handle it so they die.
Boils and bubbles of trouble brewin' what you doing?
Microphone massacre, MC's screwin' around,
I don't waste time, for all the suckas,
I'll see you at the finish line.
Kick that shit!
From Lucifer, I give juice to ya,
Been rockin' all my life so I'm used to ya.
I got wanna be carbon copies that bite,
Of pop rock suckas who dog the lime light.
But now you've
Desire Lyrics
The sun Blowing the moon away Lights me up for One more day The streets are naked In the morning sun The night lifts behind me I run and run Morning heat Puts a thin film of sweat on my face A little man, his eyes half closed Puts chairs on tables Admires
been a witness, The sun Blowing the moon away Lights me up for One more day The streets are naked In the morning sun The night lifts behind me I run and run Morning heat Puts a thin film of sweat on my face A little man, his eyes half closed Puts chairs on tables Admires
The unholy strictly business.
For all the fools who test me, don't stress me,
Or the cops will have to come and arrest me,
For murder one, but I've just begun,
Grab a mic cord 'round your neck and scream Red Rum,
You'll be headless like Max Headdrom,
And I'm here to cause a little bedlam.
Magical, still tragical.
It all started out about a year ago.
Many try to stop me, and drop me,
Now they all wanna jock me.
The radios won't play me,
It don't faze me,
I'm no sell out baby!
And we still got some nonbelievers.