| Midnight’s the witches hour
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| And your outside
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| Somebody played a Reel Life Product tape
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| And commited suicide
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| Tryin to save ya soul it cant be done
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| Unholy to the son of satan, I aint the one
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| Congratulations brothaz and sistaz who prayed for me
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| Some slayed for me and still pray for me
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| They say my rhyme’s satanic it’ll make ya vomit
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| And I think I’m the shit when it comes down to it
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| You knew it and know it, unholy poet, your mind I’ll blow it
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| If you ever heard me rhyme for the first time
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| It is like a hurricane, stun you like novicane
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| Simple and plain, Reel Life Product is insane
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| Your fuckin with the wrong one
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| Listen till the song’s done
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| Fuck around and be on the wrong end of a gun son
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| Your listenin to insanity, but that’s just demandin me
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| I say I’m Esham and you said how can it be
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| I’ma psycho-pathic, auto-matic
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| Reel Life Product, pro-static, fuck it.
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| Some old wicket shit
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| Some old wicket shit (for you)
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| Some old wicket shit
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| Some old wicket shit (for you)
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| Some old wicket shit
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| Some old wicket shit
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| I’m the U-N-H-O-L-Y better known as Esham
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| Champs and chumps step up and get some punk
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| Playin around with me is like playin with a rattlesnake
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| I shake and bake and break the fake
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| E-S-H-A-M I’m him not one of them
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| Reel Life Product’s grim
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| A phsychofrantic motherfuckaz future’s lookin dim
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| A R-E-A-L a L-I-F-E a P-R-O-D to the U-C-T
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| Reel Life Product’s what I spelled our very seldom yelled
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| (?) dope we sell
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| I have the mind of the devil, the body of lucifer
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| Gimme a mic and watch me get loose for ya
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| Convince a motherfucker that suicide’s the way
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| Another homicide, I’ll live another day I lied
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| I said I was the unholy, 'cause a preacher told me
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| The U-N-H-O-L-Y is a brotha with soul see
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| It’s written down in the god damn scriptures
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| Im not satanic, so fuck yall bitches.
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| Some old wicket shit
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| Some old wicket shit (for you)
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| Some old wicket shit
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| Some old wicket shit (for you)
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| Some old wicket shit
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| Some old wicket shit (for you)
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| Holy god, fuck the joy’s
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| Here come Reel Life Production and the devil’s groove
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| You cant move, you might as well tape it
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| And listen, and listen untill it’s your favorite
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| The speakers are smokin, niggaz chokin
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| I’m provokin, no jokin, motherfuckers hopin
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| That I get off the mic and shut up forever
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| But that’s a dream that’ll never come true, never
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| I’m insane, it’s hard to maintain my mentallity
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| If you keep listenin you’ll have a wicket personality
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| Fuck it.
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| Some old wicket shit (for you)
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| Some old wicket shit (for you)
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| Some old wicket shit (for you)
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| This is my song (for you)
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| This is my song (for you)
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| This is my song (for you)
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| This is my song (for you) |