Lyrics

[Intro] This is the season to fear young black men Hell, black men, period Especially while they kill themselves It is contagious, this virus, this violence (Splatted blood!) What did you-? (Splatted blood!) Is he dead? (Splatted blood!) I don't understand this! (Splatted blood!) Don't you know that- [Verse 1] Esham's back with another wicked track Some more Wicket Shit and all that A new era, I'll bring the terror plus the funk You can't rock me so don't try to copy my format Like Liquid Drano but it's Acid Rap I'm a soloist, so no one has to pass it back You wanna get rid of me, I'm the epitome Suckas don't consider me 'cause they ain't shit to me See, I get funky like dog shit And don't step to me wrong 'cause I ain't havin' it And if I see a microphone I'm grabbin' it And like a knife to ya mind I'm stabbin' it The U-N-H-O-L-Y fuckin' it up daily Now I'm in ya system so how ya gon' play me Punk, I drop the funk like a bad habit You still chasin' after tricks like a silly rabbit Show respect to the motherfuckin' man 'Cause I'm makin' more music than ya body can stand [Hook] Makin' more music then your body can stand Fell this, music Makin' more music then your body can stand If you feel good, I'm your man! [Verse 2] I'm like a Gypsy with a crystal ball And I've seen the future for all of ya'll And it states that I got a life long fate To kick the Wicket Shit, now I'll never get in Heaven's gates Twelve-inch plates like brimstone And don't play my jams alone 'cause the Devil's in my microphone Musical madness, finna self destruct The Devil is my logo but it's Reel Life Product Check mic, one-two, then I send a shout to All the brothers down with the RLP crew Only real niggas rock real shit But don't front, fucker 'cause you know how ill I can get I put bit after bit, makin' hit after hit And if ya down with Esham then ya sayin' that's the shit Grab the microphone and blaze it like a gan 'Cause I'm makin' more music than ya body can stand [Hook] Makin' more music then your body can stand Fell this, music Makin' more music then your body can stand If you feel good, I'm your man! [Verse 3] The radio say I'm vile 'cause I flow freestyle So pop my tape in and fuck the radio dial They won't play me 'cause I be The Unholy Now how that sound, so I had to go underground Now ya got the Ghetto Devil on a different level, bass and treble Now they tryin' to put my records on freeze But they can't touch these so nigga, nigga please Get back 'fore I get my gat out my backpack Esham's gunnin' down the whole wack pack You can run but you can't hide, the only way out is suicide Through the rhythm, throats I'm slittin' 'em And if they ask me how I did 'em I'mma say I let the rhythm hit 'em No rapper can fuck with me 'Cause 24-7 days a week I be [Hook] Makin' more music then your body can stand Fell this, music Makin' more music then your body can stand If you feel good, I'm your man!