| Now once upon a time, way back in the day
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| There was an MC killer by the name of E-S-H-A-M
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| And he was known to murder them all
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| Gun clapper, leave a rapper brains all on the wall
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| Now, nobody could fade him cause he was known to murder em
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| And kill the wack DJ’s who never heard of him
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| The radio was scared, they wouldn’t even listen to him
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| But he’s gettin' payed, and the flash of pistols to em
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| He lives underground in parts unknown
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| He’s known to take your cookies to boogie the bloody microphone
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| Seven MC’s, put them in a line
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| Then add seven more niggas who think they can shine
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| Well, it’ll take seven more before I’ll go for mine
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| Then I’ll «blocabloca» my nine rhymes at the same tizzime
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| They say, «MC killer don’t let him rhyme around you
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| He’s bound to pull a nine and blow your mind all around you»
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| Now they got a white chalk line all around you
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| Hangin' from a telephone pole’s how they found you
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| Psychopathic, automatic
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| Weapons get drawn if you got some static cause
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| This is how the story goes
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| People these days are really out cold
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| Great scott, a monster’s high on top of the Penasca
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| Bustin' off shots with the twenty-five-shot Glock
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| This is back when the wizard was cuttin' shit up
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| Plus ain’t nobody sayin' nothin', so I’m shuttin' shit up
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| Killed another MC, scoped him from high off the tower
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| Radio stations blow out your power, sniffin' powder
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| How the fuck, I killed another DJ?
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| Special request, I serviced his ass with the AK
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| P-P-P-P-Pow muthafucka, ain’t no love in my mind
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| Ain’t no tarnishin' my game, ain’t no dullin' my shine
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| Still nine dead bodies real hard to find
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| And if you want to kill some more times, press rewind
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| This is how the story goes
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| People these days are really out cold |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Out Cold , by - Esham. Song from the album Repentance, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп