Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Psyops , by - Esham. Release date: 16.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Psyops |
| Dope, coke, then you had a stroke |
| Walk around sleep but you acting like you woke |
| No hope, is this a fucking joke? |
| First, you make us sick then you sell the antidote |
| Go broke, until you fucking croak |
| They found you hanging in your house, rope around your throat |
| Oh no, the mirrors and the smoke |
| I was blowing weed with the Devil and the Pope |
| Blood-soaked, I’m putting on my cult |
| The camera always watching so I gotta keep a cloak |
| Oh no, who wanna fly death |
| Like Juice WRLD OD’in' on a jet |
| Can’t cope, swallow pills and choke |
| FBI surveillance, you under a microscope |
| Invoke, I’ll sacrifice a goat |
| I’ll never get to heaven, all this wicket shit I wrote |
| When you look at me |
| Deeply in my eyes |
| I’m really not surprised |
| You can see I died |
| It started on the slave boats, add the black votes |
| Anything change for po' folks? |
| Nope |
| They killed every revolutionary that spoke |
| Poisonous psychosis can’t cope |
| The person you tryna persuade never insult |
| In the information age that’s how you get results |
| Using the mind to influence the mind |
| Now they got the three blind mice leading the blind |
| Got the book of Eli, braille reading the blind |
| Flesh of my flesh blood bleeding with mine |
| Crime is life and life is crime |
| Made a lot of money in my lifetime |
| Oh no, paper don’t come slow |
| Cooking up dope in the kitchen like gumbo |
| Since a adolescent my pockets on dumbo |
| One hand catch touchdown no fumble |
| When you look at me |
| Deeply in my eyes |
| I’m really not surprised |
| You can see I died |
| Look at me I been dead, eyes bloodshot red |
| No smoking regs, smoke coming out my head |
| Profit of rage, information age |
| Don’t make the obituary page |
| America scared of me, electric shock therapy |
| You could die live on the air with me |
| Psychological warfare, and I got proof |
| Propaganda, selective truth |
| Don’t answer questions, strategic messages |
| Be an optimist and not a pessimist |
| I’m like the witch doctor, I’ll make ya head shrink |
| I be ya bitch poppa disrupt the way you think |
| 'Cause it’s a psyops watch you like cyclops |
| Psychosomatic destruction of neighborhood blocks |
| Bend over for your government butt fucking |
| Cash your stimulus check, you still ain’t got nothing |
| When you look at me |
| Deeply in my eyes |
| I’m really not surprised |
| You can see I died |