Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wake The 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
Wake The Dead |
| Picked up a Holy Bible and it burned my hands |
| Tonight all the dead in the cemetery will dance |
| The witch is on the broom stick, she put me in the mix |
| Now it’s time to teach an old dog new tricks |
| You can’t learn, so I burn your Holy Bible |
| Let’s take a trip into my mind I’m suicidal |
| I’ll get’cha locked inside my brain cell |
| And turn the world upside-down and make it rain hell |
| I know you can’t see, I’m not your G-O-D |
| I got my soul on wax, I spin it back as I melt wax |
| The unwritten, rhymes forbidden, but still hittin' |
| The U-N-H-O-L-Y and I ain’t bullshittin' |
| Pray all night and day, my soul might be saved |
| I make dead bodies roll over their graves |
| I drop one, drop two, and then 3, 4 |
| After that I’ll scream God I can’t wait for more |
| WAKE THE DEAD |
| Wakin’up D-E-A-D bodies around me And I’m from motherfuckin’motown G Blood stains all in the river 'cause I’m slittin’throats |
| Bodies chokin’and croakin’when I hit a note |
| Rotten, gone but not forgotten |
| Breathe your last breath 'cause the rhyme was death |
| So yes y’all, get off the wall for the psycho |
| Alfadiscobeta vinyl |
| Aquadoodoo, rock my voodoo |
| I’m kinda wicked when I kick it thought you knew |
| I get funky in the joint, but what’s the point |
| Esham and I’m from D motherfuckin’troit |
| Back up off me I’m black like coffee |
| I rock for the suicidalists not the softees |
| Up and at 'em, I’m runnin’at 'em I got 'em scared |
| Now watch the devil get loose as I wake the dead |
| WAKE THE DEAD |
| I never fall back, I’m not a new jack |
| I get to sayin’wicked shit and get a flashback |
| I gotta unholy mind brain, money dollar insane poetry |
| To all the people that knowin’me |
| Some say I’m crazy for kickin’my looney tunes |
| When I drop bass, my shit goes boom |
| Never ever fake shit, on stage I break shit |
| And when I’m rockin’it you know it’s the shit |
| I’m never stuck up so shut the fuck up |
| 'Cause talkin’some shit about me will run your luck up Headbangers bang your head to wake the dead |
| The red rum or is the rum red |
| From a black man, killa rap man |
| I’m not the caped crusaed named Batman |
| I like it louder, I’ll make it prouder |
| I’ll make your system blow up like gun powder |
| Yes yes y’all, that’s what I’m sayin' |
| All the headbangers bang your head to wake the dead |
| WAKE THE DEAD |