Thinking To Myself chords by Esham
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Verse 1
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[Esham] Well I was
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thinkin to myself,
how could I get mental
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And drop a wicked track over
a funky instrumental
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I rhyme for the mind
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then in time you will find
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The seven sign of death,
and I am the seventh sign
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The crew is like a devil,
but the devil is the crew
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It's not what you know,
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it's only what you proof
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Some ask me many questions
and wonder my religion
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I'm losin my religion,
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that answer's your decision
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Blacks killin blacks,
seems to be the new tray
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Thought shall not diss
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Esham, that's a sin
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My favorite number
666, so guess again
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And if you feel the need to pray,
say amen
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The drum is wicked,
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I think I heard him kick it
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This beat is like a pussy to me,
so I'mma dick it
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I'm some like Dr. Jeckyl, but
more like Mr. Hyde
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Some people heard my rap,
now they commitin suicide
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Now tell me is that crazy,
like Rosemary's baby
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I don't give a fuck,
so your death didn't phase me
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Some call me a psychotic,
I'm more like a narcotic
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My poetry's a riot,
and I'm down wit mill like product
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The answer's to your questions,
might off to make ya vomit
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So therefore when you ask me,
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I'm supposed to say 'no comment'
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I'm feelin rather splendin, some
people I've offended
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But you bought my record,
it wasn't recommended
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I'm in the top ten, amen,
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Esham the Unholy, so here we go again
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No bloops,
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no bleeps, no blunders, no blurs
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My style is unisex, for
his and hers
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Someone to ride my topics,
unholy like I drop it
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For suckers like you,
I keep my pistol in my pocket
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So please no disruptions,
or rude interruptions
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There will be a penalty
for bitin what I'm bustin
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So please understand,
that I'm the fuckin man
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Some people hear my music and they think I should be banned
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Interlude 1
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Verse 2
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[various talk and
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samples]
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[Esham] One for the treble,
Verse 3
two for the devil
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Three for your grave that
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I dug wit the shovel
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I'm runnin down the line
and say a funky rhyme
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Some more wicket shit
for the very last time
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I'm not the from old school
and new school grade
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I dropped outta school,
sixteen and got paid
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I'm glockin crazy dollars
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while ya fly girlie hollas
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I got much game,
don't need no rope around my collar
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I treat a bitch like a ho, a ho like a freak
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Then I daze, in amaze,
by the way I speak
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I'mma say what I want to say
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in any fuckin kinda way
Half you fuckas out there,
don't even know the time or day
Thinking To Myself
Esham
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