Текст (слова) песни: Esham - Play Dead

Well I was sleepin` dreamin` about my own death
I`m like a cat with nine lives, but none left
I hear word after word after word once again
I find myself prayin` on my knees sayin` Amen
Cold sweat falls off my head onto my pillow
At night in my sleep I weep just like a willow
I`m sufferin` I need some aspirin or some bufferin`
Everytime I close my eyes it gets rougher in
The rhythm cold smotherin` every sister and brother in
Another murder, but red rum I never heard of
Something when I`m thinkin` of drinkin`
Some red rum 13 ways causin` bedlam
Don`t say I`m a problem you`ll die if you follow me
I`m like poison so come and swallow me
Locked in your mind, a funky rhyme and I busted
But when I start droppin` wicked shit you can`t trust it
Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde ridin` inside your mind
It`s hard to see the U-N-H-O-L-Y when you`re blind
Some say I`m the devil, but it`s really all in your head
And they say when I play I roll over and play dead

A funky, funky rhyme is what I got
A sellout is what I`m not
Boomin` words from hell is hot, dissin` me will get you shot
Esham affiliate of Reel Life Production
All the suckers dissin` me, fuck `em
`Cause my homicidal vital recital is still said
And when I wake the dead the I play dead
And I`m not dead and then I knock `em out
`Cause dissin` me on a record ain`t what it`s all about
Motherfuckers wanna come up and then they dumb up
So get to the gat and put the fuckin` drum up
Nigga how you figure you was bigger than a giant
Tryin` to diss the undissable so keep tryin`
Pick a pack a mags so get fitted for your bodybag
You wanna do it like me? Let your words drag
You`re bound to catch 17 in the head
So you better fake death or play dead

You put the mic in the wrong hands then you get me
A nigga that`s hooked on A-C-I-D
I can`t go to sleep at night, I get hyped
See you wanna dance with the devil in the holy light
Wouldn`t give a fuck if my records didn`t sell
`Cause I`m goin` to hell with Pattie Labelle
Florence Nightingale, sippin` on ale
The devil`s in the soup as the witches swap tails
Can`t save my soul as I was told
Dropped outta school at 16 years old
The mic is in my hand, the bitch is on my tip
Niggaz wanna know am I a blood or a crypt
Don`t push me `cause I`m close to the edge
Playin` Russian Roulette with a gun to my head
Snub nose grade me one peace a lead
So if I win I guess I can`t play dead

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