
Comatose Esham
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[INTRO]
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
[VERSE 1]
Boomin' Words From Hell, two-thousand-twelve
I shoulda been dead
I can't say no more 'cause all this shit 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 shit like Ronald Reagan
These niggas is waitin', hatin', accusin' me like Satan
I wanna kill 'em all, mama
I hate they fuckin' guts
I see these niggas, 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 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
[VERSE 1]
Boomin' Words From Hell, two-thousand-twelve
I shoulda been dead
I can't say no more 'cause all this shit 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 shit like Ronald Reagan
These niggas is waitin', hatin', accusin' me like Satan
I wanna kill 'em all, mama
I hate they fuckin' guts
I see these niggas, 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
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