Esham - Out Cold Lyrics
Now once upon a time, way back in the dayThere was an MC-killer by the name of E-S-H-A-MAnd he was known to murder them allGun-clapper leave a rapper brains all on the wallNow, nobody coul fade him cause he was known to murder emAnd kill the wack DJ's who never heard of himThe radio was scared, they wouldnt even listen to himBut he's gettin payed, and the flash of pistols to emHe lives underground in parts unknownHe's known to take your cookies to boogie the bloody microphoneSeven MC's, put them in a lineThen add seven more niggas who think they can shineWell, it'll take seven more before I'll go for mineThen I'll "blocabloca" my nine rhymes at the same tizzimeThey say, "MC-killer, dont let him rhyme around you,He's bound to pull a nine and blow your mind all around you"Now they got a white chalk line all around youHanging from a telephone pole's how they found youPsychopathic, automaticWeapons get drawn if you got some static 'causeThis is how the story goesPeople these days are really out cold[x4]Great scott, a monsters high on top of the PenascaBustin off shots with the twenty-five-shot glockThis is back when the wizard was cutting shit upPlus ain't nobody saying nothing, so I'm shutting shit upKilled another MC, scoped him from high off the towerRadio stations blow out your power, sniffin powderHow the ***** I killed another DJ?Special request: I serviced his ass with the AKP-P-P-P-P-Pow mutha*****a, ain't no love in my mindAin't no tarnishing my game, ain't no dulling my shineStill nine dead bodies real hard to findAnd if you want to kill some more times, press rewinDThis
