Esham - Wake The Dead Lyrics
Picked up a Holy Bible and it burned my handsTonight all the dead in the cemetery will danceThe witch is on the broom stick, she put me in the mixNow it's time to teach an old dog new tricksYou can't learn, so I burn your Holy BibleLet's take a trip into my mind I'm suicidalI'll get'cha locked inside my brain cellAnd turn the world upside-down and make it rain hellI know you can't see, I'm not your G-O-DI got my soul on wax, I spin it back as I melt waxThe unwritten, rhymes forbidden, but still hittin'The U-N-H-O-L-Y and I ain't bullshittin'Pray all night and day, my soul might be savedI make dead bodies roll over their gravesI drop one, drop two, and then 3, 4After that I'll scream God I can't wait for moreWAKE THE DEADWakin' up D-E-A-D bodies around meAnd I'm from mother*****in' motown GBlood stains all in the river 'cause I'm slittin' throatsBodies chokin' and croakin' when I hit a noteRotten, gone but not forgottenBreathe your last breath 'cause the rhyme was deathSo yes y'all, get off the wall for the psychoAlfadiscobeta vinylAquadoodoo, rock my voodooI'm kinda wicked when I kick it thought you knewI get funky in the joint, but what's the pointEsham and I'm from D mother*****in' troitBack up off me I'm black like coffeeI rock for the suicidalists not the softeesUp and at 'em, I'm runnin' at 'em I got 'em scaredNow watch the devil get loose as I wake the deadWAKE THE DEADI never fall back, I'm not a new jackI get to sayin' wicked shit and get a flashbackI gotta unholy mind brain, money dollar insane poetryTo all the people that knowin' meSome say I'm crazy for kickin' my looney tunesWhen I drop bass, my shit goes boomNever ever fake shit, on stage I break shitAnd when I'm rockin' it you know it's the shitI'm never stuck up so shut the ***** up'Cause talkin' some shit about me will run your luck upHeadbangers bang your head to wake the deadThe red rum or is the rum redFrom a black man, killa rap manI'm not the caped crusaed named BatmanI like it louder, I'll make it prouderI'll make your system blow up like gun powderYes yes y'all, that's what I'm sayin'All the headbangers bang your head to wake the deadWAKE THE DEAD
