Mastamind (2015) Esham (Ft. Mastamind)
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[Intro: Mastamind]
Yes, yes (Pieces of my mind)
Why do I think about death? ([?] is in my mind)
Why do I think about death when I'm just chillin' ([?] in my mind)
Fuckin' so many see I'm illin' (Heavy on my mind)
[Chorus: Mastamind]
Bring the noise, bring the pain
Raise the Hell up, let it rain
Bring the noise, bring the pain
Raise the Hell up, let it rain
Bring the noise, bring the pain
Raise the Hell up, let it rain
Bring the noise, bring the pain
Raise the Hell up, let it rain
[Verse 1: Mastamind]
A piece of my mind is walking freely through the dungeon
You'll see me when I'm comin'
I'll be the one in the front with the gun in hand
Blast a man, the duty calls, when you see me [?]
[?] niggas better pause, go for yours if you can, 'cause
Your Rolex [?] can't keep time on your lifespan
You's a dead man
When I'm repetitiously keepin' faith in your districts
Hit me with misses, I'll leave pussy niggas dickless
Lord forbid the sickness [?] manic depression
I'm sick of all these questions, did you count your blessings
This morning, 'cause everybody's mourning but you
Do you even give a fuck? Evil nigga, fuck you
Yes, yes (Pieces of my mind)
Why do I think about death? ([?] is in my mind)
Why do I think about death when I'm just chillin' ([?] in my mind)
Fuckin' so many see I'm illin' (Heavy on my mind)
[Chorus: Mastamind]
Bring the noise, bring the pain
Raise the Hell up, let it rain
Bring the noise, bring the pain
Raise the Hell up, let it rain
Bring the noise, bring the pain
Raise the Hell up, let it rain
Bring the noise, bring the pain
Raise the Hell up, let it rain
[Verse 1: Mastamind]
A piece of my mind is walking freely through the dungeon
You'll see me when I'm comin'
I'll be the one in the front with the gun in hand
Blast a man, the duty calls, when you see me [?]
[?] niggas better pause, go for yours if you can, 'cause
Your Rolex [?] can't keep time on your lifespan
You's a dead man
When I'm repetitiously keepin' faith in your districts
Hit me with misses, I'll leave pussy niggas dickless
Lord forbid the sickness [?] manic depression
I'm sick of all these questions, did you count your blessings
This morning, 'cause everybody's mourning but you
Do you even give a fuck? Evil nigga, fuck you
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