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Comatose
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Esham
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I won't soothe your pain I won't ease your strain I'll seek you out Flay you alive One more word and you won't survive And I'm not scared Of your stolen power I see right through you any hour I'll seek you out Flay you alive One more word and you won't survive And I'm not scared Of your stolen power I see right through you any hour Boomin' Words From Hell, two-thousand-twelve I shoulda been dead I can't say no more 'cause all this sh*t you know I been said Voices in my head Dead presidents, my friends dead Don't nobody love me, I'm the black Kunta Kinte Hot like caliente, Unholy padre You can steal my style but you'll still do what I say I'm blatantly payin' president sh*t like Ronald Reagan These n***as is waitin', hatin', accusin' me like Satan I wanna kill 'em all, mama I hate they f**kin' guts I see these n***as, I'm goin' nuts I'll never put my Uzi up I'm already dead, I been dead for years So don't shed no tears, 'cause I ain't happy here On these burnt up blocks I grew up like Black Ops Runnin' through the ghetto With a machine gun shootin' cops Pop, pop, pop, pop You know my theme song America's nightmare, the dream's gone I'll seek you out Flay you alive One more word and you won't survive And I'm not scared Of your stolen power I see right through you any hour I grew up in a crackhouse Sittin' 'round machine guns Countin' five hundred thousand dollars in Ones Life ain't nothin' but b*t*hes and riches Stay away from broke b*t*hes Sayin' them snitches Get what'cha gonna get, get what'cha gonna get What you get don't make me sh*t My eyes on fire, my eyes on fire And everything I see is burnt up in this b*t*h Schi-schi-schizophrenic, ma-ma-manic Depression, always had the answers to the questions The fallen angel fell from the Heavens above Father forgive me 'cause in my heart I had no love No love, we don't speak, ho I'm hustlin' all week, though I'm layin' up sippin' that Clicquot With my little freak-ho She sniffin' that sh*t from Chico This b*t*h think my name Rico She love it when I pull a knife and cut her booty cheeks ??? Hustlin' all in my blood All we know is that Stand on truth n***a Yeah you a dirty rat They out to get me, I know they out to get me But when they come for me I'm takin' a few with me All my n***as in the hood get rich Mathematic acrobatics, do another flip I don't give a f**k who you rollin' wit' If you in a hot car sellin' stolen sh*t It really don't matter My pockets get fatter Shotgun blast and the all they blood splatters Master blaster king of disaster Shot another person for profit like the Pastor Drug abusin', optical illusion Broke a blood vessel in my eye, fo' contusions Cruisin' for a bruisin' Boozin' on the daily Livin' the life, n***a, it's crazy It's crazy...this life...God bless (Felling any foe with my gaze) Unite! What up 'tho (Steady emerging with grace) Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t Wicketsh*t, wicketsh*t
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