Out Cold — текст песни (Esham)

[Verse 1]
Now once upon a time, way back in the day
There was an MC killer by the name of E-S-H-A-M
And he was known to murder them all
Gun clapper, leave a rapper brains all on the wall
Now, nobody could fade him cause he was known to murder em
And kill the wack DJ`s who never heard of him
The radio was scared, they wouldn`t even listen to him
But he`s gettin` payed, and the flash of pistols to em
He lives underground in parts unknown
He`s known to take your cookies to boogie the bloody microphone
Seven MC`s, put them in a line
Then add seven more niggaz who think they can shine
Well, it`ll take seven more before I`ll go for mine
Then I`ll blocabloca my nine rhymes at the same tizzime
They say, MC killer don`t let him rhyme around you
He`s bound to pull a nine and blow your mind all around you
Now they got a white chalk line all around you
Hangin` from a telephone pole`s how they found you
Psychopathic, automatic
Weapons get drawn if you got some static cause

[Hook] -x4
This is how the story goes
People these days are really out cold

[Verse 2]
Great scott, a monster`s high on top of the Penasca
Bustin` off shots with the twenty-five-shot glock
This is back when the wizard was cuttin` shit up
Plus ain`t nobody sayin` nothin`, so I`m shuttin` shit up
Killed another MC, scoped him from high off the tower
Radio stations blow out your power, sniffin` powder
How the fuck, I killed another DJ?
Special request, I serviced his ass with the AK
P-P-P-P-Pow muthafucka, ain`t no love in my mind
Ain`t no tarnishin` my game, ain`t no dullin` my shine
Still nine dead bodies real hard to find
And if you want to kill some more times, press rewind

[Hook] -x4
This is how the story goes
People these days are really out cold