Makin’ More Music

[INTRO]
This is the season to fear young black men
Hell, black men, period
Especially while they kill themselves
It is contagious, this virus, this violence
(Splash blood)
What did you?
(Splash blood)
Is he dead?
(Splash blood)
I don't understand this
(Splash blood)
Don't you know that-

[VERSE 1]
Esham's back with another wicked track
Some more Wicket Shit and all that
A new era, I'll bring the terror plus the funk
You can't rock me so don't try to copy my format
Like Liquid Drano but it's Acid Rap
I'm a soloist, so no one has to pass it back
You wanna get rid of me, I'm the epitome
Suckas don't consider me 'cause they ain't shit to me
See, I get funky like dog shit
And don't step to me wrong 'cause I ain't havin' it
And if I see a microphone I'm grabbin' it
And like a knife to ya mind I'm stabbin' it
The U-N-H-O-L-Y fuckin' it up daily
Now I'm in ya system so how ya gon' play me
Punk, I drop the funk like a bad habit
You still chasin' after tricks like a silly rabbit
Show respect to the motherfuckin' man
'Cause I'm makin' more music than ya body can stand

[VERSE 2]
I'm like a Gypsy with a crystal ball
And I've seen the future for all of ya'll
And it states that I got a life long fate
To kick the Wicket Shit, now I'll never get in Heaven's gates
Twelve-inch plates like brimstone
And don't play my jams alone 'cause the Devil's in my microphone
Musical madness, finna self destruct
The Devil is my logo but it's Reel Life Product
Check mic, one-two, then I send a shout to
All the brothers down with the RLP crew
Only real niggas rock real shit
But don't front, fucker 'cause you know how ill I can get
I put bit after bit, makin' hit after hit
And if ya down with Esham then ya sayin' that's the shit
Grab the microphone and blaze it like a gan
'Cause I'm makin' more music than ya body can stand

[VERSE 3]
The radio say I'm vile 'cause I flow freestyle
So pop my tape in and fuck the radio dial
They won't play me 'cause I be The Unholy
Now how that sound, so I had to go underground
Now ya got the Ghetto Devil on a different level, bass and treble
Now they tryin' to put my records on freeze
But they can't touch these so nigga, nigga please
Get back 'fore I get my gat out my backpack
Esham's gunnin' down the whole wack pack
You can run but you can't hide, the only way out is suicide
Through the rhythm, throats I'm slittin' 'em
And if they ask me how I did 'em I'mma say I let the rhythm hit 'em
No rapper can fuck with me
'Cause 24-7 days a week I be