Play Dead

(album: Judgement Day - 1992)

Well I was sleeping dreaming about my own death
I'm like a cat with nine lives, but none left
I hear word after word after word once again
I find myself praying on my knees saying Amen
Cold sweat falls off my head onto my pillow
At night in my sleep I weep just like a willow
I'm suffering I need some aspirin or some buffering
Everytime I close my eyes it gets rougher in
The rhythm cold smothering every sister and brother in
Another murder, but red rum I never heard of
Something when I'm thinking of drinking
Some red rum 13 ways causing bedlam
Don't say I'm a problem you'll die if you follow me
I'm like poison so come and swallow me
Locked in your mind, a funky rhyme and I busted
But when I start dropping wicked shit you can't trust it
Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde riding inside your mind
It's hard to see the U-N-H-O-L-Y when you're blind
Some say I'm the devil, but it's really all in your head
And they say when I play I roll over and play dead
A funky, funky rhyme is what I got
A sellout is what I'm not
Booming words from hell is hot, dissing me will get you shot
Esham affiliate of Reel Life Production
All the suckers dissing me, fuck 'em
'Cause my homicidal vital recital is still said
And when I wake the dead the I play dead
And I'm not dead and then I knock 'em out
'Cause dissing me on a record ain't what it's all about
Motherfuckers wanna come up and then they dumb up
So get to the gat and put the fucking drum up
Nigga how you figure you was bigger than a giant
Trying to diss the undissable so keep trying
Pick a pack a mags so get fitted for your bodybag
You wanna do it like me? Let your words drag
You're bound to catch 17 in the head
So you better fake death or play dead
You put the mic in the wrong hands then you get me
A nigga that's hooked on A-C-I-D
I can't go to sleep at night, I get hyped
See you wanna dance with the devil in the holy light
Wouldn't give a fuck if my records didn't sell
'Cause I'm going to hell with Pattie Labelle
Florence Nightingale, sipping on ale
The devil's in the soup as the witches swap tails
Can't save my soul as I was told
Dropped outta school at 16 years old
The mic is in my hand, the bitch is on my tip
Niggaz wanna know am I a blood or a crypt
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
Playing Russian Roulette with a gun to my head
Snub nose grade me one peace a lead
So if I win I guess I can't play dead