Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Makin More Music, artist - Esham. Album song Judgement Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Makin More Music |
| This is the season… |
| To fear young black men, hell black men period. |
| Espically while they kill themselves. |
| It is contagous, this virus, this violence. |
| (splatter his blood) |
| Huh? |
| What did (splatter his blood) you just say? |
| Is he dead? |
| (splatter his blood) |
| I dont under (splatter his blood) stand this. |
| Dont you know… |
| Esham’s back with another wicket track |
| Some old wicket shit and all that |
| A new era, I’ll bring the terror plus the funk |
| You cant rock me so dont try to copy my format |
| Like liquid drano but it’s acid rap |
| I’m a soloist so no one has to pass it back |
| You wanna get rid of me, I’m the epitomy |
| Suckaz dont consider me 'cause they aint shit to me |
| See I get funky like dog shit |
| And dont step to me raw 'cause I aint havin it |
| And if I see a microphone I’m grabbin it |
| And like a knife to your mind I’m stabbin it |
| The U-N-H-O-L-Y fuckin it up daily |
| Now I’m in your system so how you gonna play me, PUNK |
| I drop the funk like a bad habit |
| You still chasin after tricks like a silly rabbit |
| Show respect to the motherfuckin man |
| 'cause I’m makin more music then your body can stand. |
| Makin more music then your body can stand |
| Fell this, Music… |
| Makin more music then your body can stand |
| If… you…feel…good…I'm your maaan |
| I’m like a gypsy with a crystal ball |
| And I’ve seen the future for all of ya’ll |
| And it state’s that I got a life long faith |
| To kick the wicket shit and I’ll never get in heaven’s gates |
| Twelve inch plates like brimstone |
| And dont play my jams alone |
| 'cause the devils in my microphone |
| Musical madness finna self destruct |
| The devil is my logo, but it’s Reel Life Product |
| Check mic one, two, then send a shout to |
| All the brothaz down with the RLP crew |
| Only real niggaz rock real shit |
| But dont fucker 'cause you know how ill I can get |
| I put bit after bit makin hit after hit |
| And if your down with Esham then your sayin that’s the shit |
| Grab the microphone and blaze it like a gan |
| 'cause I’m makin more music then your body can stand |
| Makin more music then your body can stand |
| Fell this, Music… |
| Makin more music then your body can stand |
| If… you…feel…good…I'm your maaan |
| The radio say I’m wild 'cause I flow freestyle |
| So pop my tape in and fuck the radio dial |
| They wont play me 'cause I be the Unholy |
| Now how dat sound? |
| So I had to go underground |
| Now you got the ghetto devil |
| On a different level |
| Bass and Treble |
| Now they tryin put my records on freeze |
| But they cant touch these so nigga nigga please |
| Get back fore I get my backpack |
| Esham’s gunnin down the whole wackpack |
| You can run, but you cant hide |
| The only way out is suicide |
| Through the rythym, throat’s I’m slittin em |
| And if they ask me how I did em |
| I’ma say I let the rythym hit em |
| No rapper can fuck with me |
| 'cause 24−7 days a week I be |
| Makin more music then your body can stand |
| Fell this, Music… |
| Makin more music then your body can stand |
| If… you…feel…good…I'm your maaan |