Thinking to Myself

[Esham]

Well I was thinkin to myself, how could I get mental

And drop a wicked track over a funky instrumental

I rhyme for the mind then in time you will find

The seven sign of death, and I am the seventh sign

The crew is like a devil, but the devil is the crew

It's not what you know, it's only what you proof

Some ask me many questions and wonder my religion

I'm losin my religion, that answer's your decision

Blacks killin blacks, seems to be the new tray

Thought shall not diss Esham, that's a sin

My favorite number 666, so guess again

And if you feel the need to pray, say amen

The drum is wicked, I think I heard him kick it

This beat is like a pussy to me, so I'mma dick it

I'm some like Dr. Jeckyl, but more like Mr. Hyde

Some people heard my rap, now they commitin suicide

Now tell me is that crazy, like Rosemary's baby

I don't give a fuck, so your death didn't phase me

Some call me a psychotic, I'm more like a narcotic

My poetry's a riot, and I'm down wit mill like product

The answer's to your questions, might off to make ya vomit

So therefore when you ask me, I'm supposed to say 'no comment'

I'm feelin rather splendin, some people I've offended

But you bought my record, it wasn't recommended

I'm in the top ten, amen, Esham the Unholy, so here we go again

No bloops, no bleeps, no blunders, no blurs

My style is unisex, for his and hers

Someone to ride my topics, unholy like I drop it

For suckers like you, I keep my pistol in my pocket

So please no disruptions, or rude interruptions

There will be a penalty for bitin what I'm bustin

So please understand, that I'm the fuckin man

Some people hear my music and they think I should be banned

[various talk and samples]

[Esham]

One for the treble, two for the devil

Three for your grave that I dug wit the shovel

I'm runnin down the line and say a funky rhyme

Some more wicket shit for the very last time

I'm not the from old school and new school grade

I dropped outta school, sixteen and got paid

I'm glockin crazy dollars while ya fly girlie hollas

I got much game, don't need no rope around my collar

I treat a bitch like a ho, a ho like a freak

Then I daze, in amaze, by the way I speak

I'mma say what I wanna say in any fuckin kinda way

Half you fuckas out there, don't even know the time or day