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esham – comatose lyrics

[intro]
i won’t soothe your pain
i won’t ease your strain
i’ll seek you out
flay you alive
one more word and you won’t survive
and i’m not scared
of your stolen power
i see right through you any hour
i’ll seek you out
flay you alive
one more word and you won’t survive
and i’m not scared
of your stolen power
i see right through you any hour

[verse 1]
boomin’ words from h+ll, two+thousand+twelve
i shoulda been dead
i can’t say no more ’cause all this sh+t you know i been said
voices in my head
dead presidents, my friends dead
don’t n0body love me, i’m the black kunta kinte
hot like caliente, unholy padre
you can steal my style but you’ll still do what i say
i’m blatantly payin’ president sh+t like ronald reagan
these n+ggas is waitin’, hatin’, accusin’ me like satan
i wanna k!ll ’em all, mama
i hate they f+ckin’ guts
i see these n+ggas, i’m goin’ nuts
i’ll never put my uzi up
i’m already dead, i been dead for years
so don’t shed no tears, ’cause i ain’t happy here
on these burnt up blocks i grew up like black ops
runnin’ through the ghetto
with a machine gun shootin’ cops
pop, pop, pop, pop
you know my theme song
america’s nightmare, the dream’s gone
[chorus]
i’ll seek you out
flay you alive
one more word and you won’t survive
and i’m not scared
of your stolen power
i see right through you any hour

[verse 2]
i grew up in a crackhouse
sittin’ ’round machine guns
countin’ five hundred thousand dollars in ones
life ain’t nothin’ but b+tches and riches
stay away from broke b+tches
sayin’ them snitches
get what’cha gonna get, get what’cha gonna get
what you get don’t make me sh+t
my eyes on fire, my eyes on fire
and everything i see is burnt up in this b+tch
schi+schi+schizophrenic, ma+ma+manic
depression, always had the answers to the questions
the fallen angel fell from the heavens above
father forgive me ’cause in my heart i had no love
no love, we don’t speak, ho
i’m hustlin’ all week, though
i’m layin’ up sippin’ that clicquot
with my little freak+ho
she sniffin’ that sh+t from chico
this b+tch think my name rico
she love it when i pull a knife and cut her booty cheeks ???
hustlin’ all in my blood
all we know is that
stand on truth n+gga
yeah you a dirty rat
they out to get me, i know they out to get me
but when they come for me i’m takin’ a few with me
all my n+ggas in the hood get rich
mathematic acrobatics, do another flip
i don’t give a f+ck who you rollin’ wit’
if you in a hot car sellin’ stolen sh+t
it really don’t matter
my pockets get fatter
shotgun blast and the all they blood splatters
master blaster king of disaster
shot another person for profit like the pastor
drug abusin’, optical illusion
broke a blood vessel in my eye, fo’ contusions
cruisin’ for a bruisin’
boozin’ on the daily
livin’ the life, n+gga, it’s crazy
[outro]
it’s crazy…this life…god bless
(felling any foe with my gaze)
unite! what up ‘tho
(steady emerging with grace)
wicketsh+t, wicketsh+t
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- esham lyrics

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