Thinking To Myself

歌詞

[Esham] Well I was thinkin to myself, how could I get mental And drop a wicked track over a funky instrumental I rhyme for the mind then in time you will find The seven sign of death, and I am the seventh sign The crew is like a devil, but the devil is the crew It's not what you know, it's only what you proof Some ask me many questions and wonder my religion I'm losin my religion, that answer's your decision Blacks killin blacks, seems to be the new tray Thought shall not diss Esham, that's a sin My favorite number 666, so guess again And if you feel the need to pray, say amen The drum is wicked, I think I heard him kick it This beat is like a pussy to me, so I'mma dick it I'm some like Dr. Jeckyl, but more like Mr. Hyde Some people heard my rap, now they commitin suicide Now tell me is that crazy, like Rosemary's baby I don't give a fuck, so your death didn't phase me Some call me a psychotic, I'm more like a narcotic My poetry's a riot, and I'm down wit mill like product The answer's to your questions, might off to make ya vomit So therefore when you ask me, I'm supposed to say 'no comment' I'm feelin rather splendin, some people I've offended But you bought my record, it wasn't recommended I'm in the top ten, amen, Esham the Unholy, so here we go again No bloops, no bleeps, no blunders, no blurs My style is unisex, for his and hers Someone to ride my topics, unholy like I drop it For suckers like you, I keep my pistol in my pocket So please no disruptions, or rude interruptions There will be a penalty for bitin what I'm bustin So please understand, that I'm the fuckin man Some people hear my music and they think I should be banned [various talk and samples] [Esham] One for the treble, two for the devil Three for your grave that I dug wit the shovel I'm runnin down the line and say a funky rhyme Some more wicket shit for the very last time I'm not the from old school and new school grade I dropped outta school, sixteen and got paid I'm glockin crazy dollars while ya fly girlie hollas I got much game, don't need no rope around my collar I treat a bitch like a ho, a ho like a freak Then I daze, in amaze, by the way I speak I'mma say what I wanna say in any fuckin kinda way Half you fuckas out there, don't even know the time or day