Circle of Avarice Esham (Ft. Marcus Jackfrost Dunham)

[Verse 1: Esham]
Run up, ya get done up from sundown to sun up
I'm from Detroit city, I'm never putting my gun up
See the fire from the barrel is how I spark the blunt up
Push the ball your way and say check up 'cause I got one up
Knock, knock, who at the door? Me. Who got guns galore? Me
Who got knocked down then got back up and got some more? Me
Who they called the comeback kid 'cause I evened the score? Me
Who that one hand catching in the end zone, touchdown? Me
[Can't explain it?] money [not on me?] but in my vеins
It's a thin line between being a gеnius and insane
It's a shame that you sell your soul for fortune and fame
But if you can't weather the storm then stay up out the rain
Nothing after this blasphemous blast for me massed at this
I could cause a riot on the east side, keep quiet
[?] one time, killing of the mind
Kill your own kind, black on black crime, that's the seventh sign

[Chorus]
Psychogenetic [?]
Spell of fear, we are our own worst enemies
[Mad as a wolf?] demand mental illness
'Cause you following the blind obedience

[Verse 2: Jack Frost]
Mind over media, [cry until you see the fist?]
Stevie Wonder doing time, blind obedience
If you don't chuckle when I rhyme then I don't mean the shit
Toss water on my laptop 'cause I don't need the shit
The way I see the world like it's mass hysteria
Grew up on the west side, the fastest area
6 Mile, 7 Mile, bad bitch'll bury ya
I spit sick shit like got rash with malaria
I used to sell crack rock little nigga that cock
Three five seven 'til your face on the back block
Taking back the 2000, gas and a fat knot
Further back, beepers, fat laces, and a matchbox
Went to juvenile at sixteen, wasn't no thing
Dreams of doing wild and big things, [wasn't joking?]
I don't remember no names, knew I was a show thang
Say she wanna fuck first wanna hit a bump of cocaine