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Esham

The Oven Mitt

 

The Oven Mitt

(album: She Loves Me - 2020)


Baby

Blessings sent from above

It be that Esham booming bap, so take a nap
In fact, it's a chance to rap and get slapped with acid rap
I'm a soloist so no one has to pass it back
I be the definition of spitting the classic rap
You better check yourself
Before you wriggity and I pull the glizzy out the stiggedy
Banging my spiggedy off the higgedy
Your whole crew wick wick wack, your style wiggedy
And I ain't saying no names
I'm just highly flammable when I'm spitting them flames
Booming nouns and verbs, booming words
Booming from the hood all the way to the suburbs
Booming narcotics, Reel Life Product
This for all the real ones gone but not forgotten
I'ma kick it for you, keep it true
'Cause this that wicked sharp do do do do do do
I know you love it so below as above it
Raised in the ruins and ran through the rubbish
And all my brothers out there kicking thuggish ruggish
Running through the world with LVs on they luggage
I'm a public enemy out in the public
And don't need public assistance from the government
I'm 'bout to spit the whole truth to the covenant
Where I come from on the map look like a oven mitt
The murder mystery writer, in history you a biter
You in the dog fight with a jet fighter
You the gas, and I'm the lighter
I'ma light yo ass up 'cause I'm the igniter
Acting fly on the web until you see a spider
I'm Spidey, godlike, be the almighty
The motherfucker, I might be your daddy, son
Remember me? The one you got your ideas from
The mic wrecker, screw these rappers like like Black+Deckers
I was playing chess while they was playing checkers
You on the sidelines throwing shots and blocking hecklers
I'm driving in the fast lane swerving kind of reckless
Put them cars up, get your hustle and bars up
And get your money up 'cause you know we got ours up
Y'all be talking guns like y'all the only one got 'em
Y'all be talking bullets like y'all the only one shot 'em
Y'all be talking dead bodies like y'all the only one find 'em
I come from Detroit, I'm only here to remind 'em
This that city slick getting major chips from the game I spit
I been stop telling you where I'm from and who I'm with
I been stop telling you where I'm from and who I'm with
I been stop telling you where I'm from and who I'm with
I been stop telling you where I'm from and who I'm with
I been stop telling you where I'm from and who I'm with
I been stop telling you where I'm from and who I'm with

Blessings sent from above

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