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project born - losin' it lyrics

[intro: esham]
yo what’s up? this is esham the unholy
and i’m in the motherf-cking house with mr. nitty and little half pint
and project born is in this motherf-cker

[verse 1: nitty]
i’m losing it, i think my mind is in a f-cking rage
cause when i’m k!lling hoes i’m tense slow wit my mental stage
i keeps the candles burning every night i lay to rest
and slit my wrist because i had to have a blood test
i’m k!lling b-tches, punk–ss n-gg-s, and you f-cking hoes
i draw dat first blood so consider me the rambo
cause new jack is back in the city i’m packing em up to heaven
k!ll 56 now wesley snipes is p-ssenger 57
i got my mind off in some filthy sh-t and dirty sh-t
my counselor tells my mother “yo son is a lunatic”
i cut her throat then watched her scream as her body burns
and look my mother in the face and tell her yo turn
i left the scene and there was two mo bodies layin dead
“we want nitty dead” was all the f-cking papers read
but that’s a joke cause this maniac is on the loose
and when i’m creepin all i’m seeking is my trigger juice
so take the lesson, learn your motherf-cking principles
i got no mind so you know frank nit’s invincible
i think of no one else except my son and d-mn self
that’s why three years ago i put my brain up on the shelf
cause i’m so heartless i’m bound to run my own section
i look at mirrors and i come up wit no d-mn reflection
i’m still hallucinating about the f-cking murder scenes
dropped in a straight jacket at the age of eighteen
i’m thinking d-mn will i ever get my mind back?
my folks keep telling me a maniac’s a maniac
i tell my story but you hoes just don’t know who i am
a f-cking menace in bloodsport the black van damme
i’ll get you motherf-ckers screaming when you hit the paint
you ain’t from new orleans so b-tch don’t try and play a saint
because i got your f-cking mother hanging from a string
and if she go to talking sh-t she catching sixteen
cause i get violent i want silence when i’m in the room
straight out the ‘jects, frank nitty’s temple of the doom
i’m checking coffins cause this lifeless n-gg-’s gonna give
and like i said on the untouchables the dead lives
you k!ll a b-tch, you k!ll a b-tch, and now i k!ll a b-tch
it’s time for ceremonies f-ck that sh-t just dig the ditch
because i told you hoes to never try and f-ck with me
i’m running sh-t down in f-cking nineteen-nitty-three
cause when i’m gone off, you n-gg-s meet the sawed-off
some n-gg-s crawled away, but most of them were hauled off
up in plastic, so you know this n-gg-’s cruising it
but i say f-ck you hoes and laugh because i’m losing it

[chorus 4x: half pint and esham]
i’m losing it man i think i’m losing it [i’m losing it]

[verse 2: esham]
i’m losing it, tell me if my mind’s gone
tell me if my mind’s blown, man, i think your mind’s blown
man i need some therapy but ain’t n-body helping me
come and meet the k!ller inside me k!ller inside me now you see
i gotta get my head together get it together pull it apart
if i put my finger on the trigger then the bullet’ll start
my luck my luck is hard hard luck so i’m lucking
i’m down wit hard lucking i don’t give a f-ck and
i be the black devil unholy esham
having flashbacks of how i shot uncle tom
i’m losing it n-gg-

chorus 4x

[verse 3: half pint]
for many many years i tried to run but i can’t hide no mo
my mind is eagerly antic-p-ting for some murder ho
shank after motherf-cking shank is what i’m all about
diary of a madman so hear me as i take em out
puff after motherf-cking puff as i be smoking fry
no one knows a madman so look a k!ller in his eye
take me out my misery i’m dropping deeper to my knees
judgment day is coming, keep my finger on that lemon squeeze
v-i-o-l-e-n-t ???, b-tch
f-t-i-c-k no reaching for no panic switch
life is kinda hard to swallow so i eat it bit by bit
must don’t know who they f-cking wit, they f-cking wit a lunatic
deep inside my mind i light a candle life is meditating
never ever gang related still i stay premeditated
mentally disturbed my mind don’t click i think i wanna die
i can’t live my life in pain don’t lay my sh-t up in the light
confused got me livid so i guess i got nowhere to turn
b-tches on these nuts because they want the f-cking ends i earn
people tell me give it up that my life is a f-cking waste
what them b-tches don’t know is that flint michigan’s a lonely place
visions in my head gotta hunt em all across the nation
deep up in a straight jacket suffering from the medication
lost in my mind trying to find me a peace of mind
i’m out my f-cking mind but still i got my f-cking .9
basically hit got me mixed in this f-ck sh-t
hop out the ghetto keep me labelled as a lunatic
how will i live? i don’t know that’s a tough decision
lock me in inst-tutions and send my black -ss to prison
this is my life n-gg- but don’t put no blues in it
like the money in my pocket b-tch i’m losing it

chorus 8x

[outro: esham]
yo what’s up this is project born and esham
and we done lost that sh-t

- project born lyrics

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