Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Play Dead , by - Esham. Song from the album Judgement Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Play Dead |
| Well I was sleepin' dreamin' 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 prayin' on my knees sayin' Amen |
| Cold sweat falls off my head onto my pillow |
| At night in my sleep I weep just like a willow |
| I’m sufferin' I need some aspirin or some bufferin' |
| Everytime I close my eyes it gets rougher in |
| The rhythm cold smotherin' every sister and brother in |
| Another murder, but red rum I never heard of |
| Something when I’m thinkin' of drinkin' |
| Some red rum 13 ways causin' 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 droppin' wicked shit you can’t trust it |
| Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde ridin' 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 |
| Boomin' words from hell is hot, dissin' me will get you shot |
| Esham affiliate of Reel Life Production |
| All the suckers dissin' 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 dissin' 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 fuckin' drum up |
| Nigga how you figure you was bigger than a giant |
| Tryin' to diss the undissable so keep tryin' |
| 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 goin' to hell with Pattie Labelle |
| Florence Nightingale, sippin' 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 |
| Niggas wanna know am I a blood or a crypt |
| Don’t push me 'cause I’m close to the edge |
| Playin' 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 |