Bootleg: From The Lost Vault, Vol. 1

* originally on natas "multikillionaire"

[esham]
Now as i speak the wicket poetry that got you all scared of me
Blasphemy, i'm sacrilegious nigga, don't you ever forget this
When i hit the scene, i'm the number one murder suspect, suicide
I'm yellin out die, die, die, die, you layin down while ya momma cry
Did it ever occur to you, i sold my soul, i will never fold
Niggas ain't nuthin but a bunch of hoes, thinkin that don't nobody know
Hey nigga, i want you dead, bloody murder, never restin
I know killas that's adolescent, jet by murder to be desperate
If you ain't prepared to die nigga
Don't play the game of death, that i'm playin
Cuz the niggas i know is prayin, wit ak in they hayin
Say, i want that nigga dead, three times in the dark, while i'm rappin
And before this song is over, watch my demons go cap 'em

[chorus 4x]
I want that nigga dead, there's a price on ya head

[esham]
You say you want that nigga dead, because you hate his fuckin guts
He always talkin that hole ass shit about you, thinkin you ain't got no nuts
Is you ever gonna show that nigga that you ain't scared of his ass
Is you down to blast in the broad daylight without your ski mask
It went down, so fuck it fast, you drop the gun out ya hand
You shot a man, he was screamin, he was bloody, so you ran
So now you paranoid, so now you paranoid, so people you avoid
Suicidal, smokin on them dead flowerz, destroy, nigga
You better run for your life, that's all you can do
Cuz i know what they gon' say, when they catch up wit you, they'll say

[chorus 4x]

[esham]
See they want me dead so much, these voices in my head won't let me rest
Razor blade inside my mouth, i'm carvin nottas in ya chest
Tell your preacher, i'mma kill 'em, cuz they ain't no way to stop me
You can't hurt me, if you squirt me, i won't die, even if you pop me
Think you wit h-o-l-y, and i sing that murder lullabye
So when another die, don't blame the devil, blame that other guy
We all live on this planet, babies born and seein
So niggas commit suicide as soon as i begin
Unholy, unholy, you don't know me, but you owe me
You soul, nigga roll, go outta control
Cuz if they catch you, they gon' stretch you
And i bet you they will let you bite a check
Wit ya mouth through ya asshole

[chorus to fade]

Well as i rock-n-roll and sell yo' soul
No sell out but still sold out a funky drummer
I'll roll out and must hold out
Until 1999 when my people expire
The you'll die from reel life like fire
The unholy witch and his bag of tricks
Step aside from the best and catch the hex
To come so check the index
Of your bible made ya prepare me for my title
The u-n-holy, like ya told me
Brothas under estimated and don't know me
This is a prophecy that's bound to come true
In mind, it's in your mind, out ya mind, ya mind blew
Some more than ease start prayin' to stop these
Poisonous lyrics of death and diesease
Can't freeze, i think below but still flow
Suckas are scared, i'm gettin' paid off the devil
I'ma use it, kinda confuse it
Never abuse it, cuz it's that music
It's that head bangin' acid rap
Unholy's back to bust yo' ear drum with the wicket track
Take the tack, to break the back to back the fact
I rock the house whether white or black
So if i sold the soul to rock the gold
To jam the jam with a mic in my hand, you're like damn
There that brotha go enough to smother another
And make 'em suffer cuz it's no other
Than the acid rap, i'll never pass it or gas it
All i ask is that you play it as a flow
To a rhythm that makes 'em break out into a sweat
I'm solid as sadam hussein, i gotta check

[esham]
Well i was thinkin to myself, how could i get mental
And drop a wicked track over a funky instrumental
I rhyme for the mind then in time you will find
The seven sign of death, and i am the seventh sign
The crew is like a devil, but the devil is the crew
It's not what you know, it's only what you proof
Some ask me many questions and wonder my religion
I'm losin my religion, that answer's your decision
Blacks killin blacks, seems to be the new tray
Thought shall not diss esham, that's a sin
My favorite number 666, so guess again
And if you feel the need to pray, say amen
The drum is wicked, i think i heard him kick it
This beat is like a pussy to me, so i'mma dick it
I'm some like dr. jeckyl, but more like mr. hyde
Some people heard my rap, now they commitin suicide
Now tell me is that crazy, like rosemary's baby
I don't give a fuck, so your death didn't phase me
Some call me a psychotic, i'm more like a narcotic
My poetry's a riot, and i'm down wit mill like product
The answer's to your questions, might off to make ya vomit
So therefore when you ask me, i'm supposed to say 'no comment'
I'm feelin rather splendin, some people i've offended
But you bought my record, it wasn't recommended
I'm in the top ten, amen, esham the unholy, so here we go again
No bloops, no bleeps, no blunders, no blurs
My style is unisex, for his and hers
Someone to ride my topics, unholy like i drop it
For suckers like you, i keep my pistol in my pocket
So please no disruptions, or rude interruptions
There will be a penalty for bitin what i'm bustin
So please understand, that i'm the fuckin man
Some people hear my music and they think i should be banned

[various talk and samples]

[esham]
One for the treble, two for the devil
Three for your grave that i dug wit the shovel
I'm runnin down the line and say a funky rhyme
Some more wicket shit for the very last time
I'm not the from old school and new school grade
I dropped outta school, sixteen and got paid
I'm glockin crazy dollars while ya fly girlie hollas
I got much game, don't need no rope around my collar
I treat a bitch like a ho, a ho like a freak
Then i daze, in amaze, by the way i speak
I'mma say what i wanna say in any fuckin kinda way
Half you fuckas out there, don't even know the time or day

[esham]
Usin my inhibitions, callin my intuitions
Something's goin on if i'm feelin not superstitious
I'm vicious, i'm trapped inside the paradox
When my thoughts get twisted like some dreadlocks
I never or ever wondered 'bout the voodoo
I sing the voodoo, and now my deepest fears is comin through
I never loved ya, but i hate ya isle
How could i love you, how, because i hate you know
So when you, i take you under, wit the wicked men
And wit the wickedness, i make a preacher slit his fuckin wrist
No comin near me, when i'm thinkin this
Cuz when i'm thinkin this, i'm thinkin suicidalist, uh
So back up off me, bust a brain sale, i bust a brain cell
I fall asleep and dream about hell
Some wonder why i'm even callin ya
The sky is fallin y'all, but after all it's my deepest feeling

[chorus]
Morty (nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide)
Morty (how you gon hide from the fears inside)

[esham]
Can't decode dependencies, suicidal tendencies
Brain your melt down, street lobotomy
Claustrophobia, locked in the pine box
Now i lay me down to sleep, six feet deep
Closed casket, just another basket case
Not a mannequin, but a mad man, so you panic kid
Run from it, everybody scared, so you're callin out
Buckshots, shotgun blast, now you fallin out
Everybody hide from the deepest fears inside
Watch me and my man morty take you on a murder ride
Suicide symptoms of the sanity, i'm blankin out
Polly want a cracker, but i'm never ever crankin out
Call me dr. frankenstein, dead bodies thinkin i'm
Gonna get, wit ya, when i hit ya, i'mma slit ya
Nobody can hold me, other safe is clear
Buried alive in the pine box is my deepest fear

[chorus]

[esham]
It's ever so clear, my deepest fear is to hit the screens
The sounds of a madman, embattled in morty's theme
I dream, and nightmares come true, simply voodoo
Hallucinatin visions of killin you
The thought of even thinkin that, i think i need a drink
In fact i think i need some therapy cuz ain't nobody helpin me
Since i got no excuses, for mental abuses, i'm losin faith
My only fear is to love instead of hate you
Born and bred, gone dead, my mind bled
Every time the holy bible was read
To say that i love consciousness, and wound up wit wicked ways
Think about voodoo dolls, runnin wild on my last days
Spit wit morty, my shorty, no ventriloquist
Esham the unholy, straight suicidalist

[chorus]

[esham]
Nineteen ninety nigga sick, fbi all on my dick
Life or death, if i had to pick
Rather be safe and sound like dj quik
You might see me smashin ghost, 8-5-0
Cuz i move twenty pictures back in '94
A bitch ain't shit if she out for dough
Reach back like a pimp, slap the ho
Niggas' niggas go to jail, and tell the dirt in the streets
I'mma make my pitbulls eat bloody in meat
Police wanna see a nigga face defeat
Watch the shit get bloody, next time we meet, nigga

[chorus 2x]
Suffer the consequences
Suffer the consequence

[esham]
I'm always a witness to some type of crime
The city i live in'll make ya lose ya mind
If you see a drive-by, act like ya blind
If you tell on me, that ass is mine
My nigga got caught, wit a half on the third
Heard he singin to the feds like a mockingbird
Niggas' niggas got to kill him, that's all i heard
Next day is bloody body, got smoke like herb
Police askin questions, plus the irs
Know my telephone number, and my home address
Momma wonderin how can my baby be involved in this mess
From ill street politics i got mental stress, i'ma

[chorus 2x]

[esham]
Police raid my house and found 18 chickens
Threw my bitch on the floor, and still screamin and kickin
Six in the mornin was the time of the of the stickin
Heard nigga don't move and shotguns clickin
Hundred g's in my safe but i came up short
They only said i only had ten when i went to court
Plus i got two warrants of child support
Ever seen a baller fall, nigga ain't no joke
They say they got a witness, who a testify
On conspiracy, and murder wit no alibi
I'm thinkin to myself, damn, i wish they all day
25, wit an ill nigga, bound to cry, so i

[chorus 4x]