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Esham

Detective

 

Detective

(album: Bruce Wayne: Gothom City 1987 - 1997)


[Esham:]
I got a ill case, paranoia blood stains on my face
Close range sawed off shotgun bust
I never trust, it's a must you ain't down with us
From Gotham to Metropolis, nigga ain't no stopping us
Suicidal tendencies for all my enemies
From aggravated assault, insurance is no fault
U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder's my alibi
Sodem eyes your trick and make ya recognize bitch
So flesh is ridiculous, mercilous, meticulous
Some back in New York and Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S
A homicidal vital recital, Esham's my title
From sacks of heroin packs, I went suicidal
From symptoms of insanity slowly slipping insane
Doing 100 in my 850 in the rain
And I got retaliation on the brain

[Mobaddess:]
Retaliations a must, when I bust
Who the fuck can we trust?
For all you niggaz that ain't down
With the Reel Life Product
No time to contemplate I'm grabbing an AK
Niggaz in your hood screaming out mayday
It's that killa Mobaddess
Kicking you niggaz and hoes, cause to me you on the same status
A round after rants, come get your head splattered
That's why in Detroit they call me Mobaddess

[Mastamind:]
Nigga cap blow, let that weed grow
Don't let 'cha be caught riding through the wrong hood
Cause bitch we evil
I rained on a million people, drowned the world in my shit
Blaze the blunt, and shoot blow this motherfucker to bits

[TNT:]
Tony Montana, I shot up a body in Atlanta
Dump that bitch in the river it don't matter
Still make moves on the street and don't stop
Still got the connects for the guns and crack pots
Niggaz hate

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