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

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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