1.Telly Savales
Yo,y-o y-o, y'all wanna know sumthin about me check,check this
out
Don't nobody love me cause of 7 M-i-l-e
Got one million enemies, a uzi in my Pelle
Every nigga in the industry know they can't say shit
Yo game is brand new, my shit is fuckin ancient
Paint cha picture when I hitcha getcha fitcha for the slitcha
My eyes bloodshot red, gone off liquor
Get me higher than a muthafucka waitin on doomsday
I'm shuttin shit down like a Y2K
Keep a AK close, just in case I gotta toast
And have me a radio disc jock roast
Most muthafuckas know, automatic with the static
Bumpin Triple 6,my voodoo and black magic
It's a tragic accident, my telekinesis is sent
To know the difference between an angel and a serpent
Wanna be a murder merchant,police keep illegal searchin
Caught with possesion on ya person 'll have ya head hurtin
Screamin
Don't nobody love me, but me, love me
N-o l-o-v-e life tryna scold me
Pieces of my mind chopped like dime rocks from a whole key
I keep the world drunk ain't no love for thee
Get yo ass out my face 'fore the shit get ugly
Don't nobody love me,fuck me, Is god tryna kill me？ Must be
Five fingers can't feel me, two hands can't touch me
We outcha mind ahead of space and time, trust me
Who loves ya baby？ Who drives ya crazy
Wanna spray me,even in stereo you couldn't play me
Stormin,swarmin,wicket style spawnin
I'ma rock it till I die punk, in the mornin'
Acid,classic, melt ya down like plastic
I'ma son-of-a-bitch, my father was a bastard
I mastered the fast lane and then I went faster
And plus I'll assasinate ya with my gun blaster
If you weigh me on a scale you'll get a thousand grams
What's the price of betrayal,push a V-12 thru hell, oh well
repeat chorus 2x
2.Kill Me
I'm wonderin should I and how could I
Escape from the planet of the apes
Gorilla meister, suicide's quicker
But I'd rather beat the killer dead then dead
Nigga body bled, red flows through the river
When dead men float but I step through the smoke in Heaven
It's no emergency whatsoever, so never apologetic
It's hectic and devilish in the killin fields
Gone take more than Michael Jackson to make the world heal
I'm ill, so many wish for my death I feel I'm suicidal
But I don't mess all what they want me to do is die
So ressurect the show from related chemicals
Mad science count it down as it rolls and it blows
It's me, tickin time bomb walkin freely
Through any facility, ain't no killin me
(CHORUS)(4x)
Niggaz kill me, they wanna kill me
They fuckin with the real in me
They wanna see the ill me
Niggaz kill me hopin my futures lookin dim
I just go with the flows movement of dead men don't swim
Plus my religion, never livin in fear
Need a witness leave one of these bitches, with chicks to
volunteer
To fuck with me never fuck with me, what it be
I'm ready to die, my life is just a luxury
Defended be defenseless, sweat by the minutes
I'm sick, never drownin in my own shit
Do or die, you came to fry, you justify
Sticky for the niggaz who do voodoo in the sky
This game of death we play is for killas only
And its a bitch, these bustas runnin up on me
(CHORUS)
Look it, behavior sins tales to the cowardly
Stiff enough to break in half, break off every worker on the
staff
Your last days is numbered by my wicked ways
I hate to say it, but every step wrong ya stepped into a grave
It never ceased to amaze me
I gotta X every nigga who thought you lookin at？ You all a crazy
Dead men walkin through the grave zone
I'm sick of waitin for death like I got the wrong colors on
This ain't Killa Cali, Detroit is where I'm from
Next gangbangin ass nigga to claim my hood won't live to see the
sun
Never thought I'd have to step in the middle a war on my block
Killa murder plot, fuck it you
(CHORUS)
3.One
(Esham)
I can't beleve this hoe ass nigga try'd settin' me up
No doubt when I see his ass i'm wettin, him up
Aint no sympathizin' or even gettin' outta this
You should'nt started this, bitch you know this NATAS!
I was smokin' dead flowers in the midnight hours,
ridin' in my drop-top lookin for them cowards
Playin incognito like a fuckin' misquito
From Detroit not Toledo served your ass a torpedo
Go in yo vein like a needle, hear no, say no, see no evil
People I won't decive you somtimes I can't believe
That you would try that hoe ass shit that you would even try
I don't get mad I get even so it's time to die
(Chorus)
He could be seen
He could be hit
He could be hit
He could be killed
oh! You da one they lookin foe
(4x)
(T-N-T)
Ayo! I see that nigga
I'm finna kill that nigga
Keep my finger on the trigga of my 40 cal
Make the the shot go BLOAW!
In the middle of the night, spark light for beef
I pack heat, fuck a fist fight
Trained assasin, master of all techniques
Do yo bitch ass while you sleep, wrap yo body up in bloody bed
sheets
I leave no prints or signs of force injury
My element of surprise is advanced to kill
or pop is el-e-men-tury
Put 2 slugs in your memory
Your body goes slump, put yo ass in the trunk
Another corpse I must dump
(Chorus)
He could be seen
He could be hit
He could be hit
He could be killed
oh! You da one they lookin foe
(3x)
(Mastamind)
If you could be touched you could be got
If i bust you might you might drop
Man see me later heavy weighters crush blocks
I can't believe these niggas tryna play my niggas,
killas runnin' down the street pullin AK triggas
We all took cover then took out mothafuckas
Always ready to die always on the look out for suckas
There's always retaliation after invasion
I guess i better stop whippin' out gats in they face then
Can't even hold it back can't even hold a strap
without wantin' to blow a hole in they back
I guess i better start leavin dead and quiet
Cause if they silent, won't be so much bloodshed in the riots
(Chorus)
He could be seen
He could be hit
He could be hit
He could be killed
oh! You da one they lookin fo
(4x)
4.Another Enemy
What time is it？ Ain't no need to check the clock (Fuck it)
Cause time stopped (Fuck it) Game over (Game over)
When we gun this
You'll get punished
Detroit re-runs this
Don't get me confused with MC's still payin' dues
I'm a classic, let me spit my acid
Stay in an all glass kit
Until I burn up in my casket
My carnivores dramatic
I'm sick, sicker than sick
Bitch suck my dick
I still bust all slugs and thugs
And get to fuck you to with
Don't care, yo shit's spilt
Never admit
Cause killas don't talk about the murders they commit
Come again now!
(Chorus)
(Y'all fucked us again, now watcha gone do nigga？)
Just another motherfuckin enemy
Just another motherfuckin enemy
Just another motherfuckin enemy
Just another motherfuckin enemy
Now before you get yo ass beat
Don't ask how I'm livin' or what my religion
Niggas want me to hand the mic to the participant down and give
it
Roll me to the top from a site
But I'm a all night rider type
You better be ready for war in the worst way
When you decide to fight
You can't get paid on the streets
So hold on tight, until you heat
Lookin at me like you got somethin to say
Don't even try to speak
Its killa bee kill say please
Murder really ain't no sin to me
A million motherfuckers with me
Then I call it a million enemies
Come on!
(Chorus 2X)
Run they mouth, from here to down south
Don't know what the fuck they talkin bout
We from Detroit got too much fuckin clouds
Stay off my route
I'm bout bout murder
No doubt
You gone clean the shower
But when you right I hail out out
Kickin off that game
Call timeout
Young niggas gone find out
Who's supportin the braids
＞From underground
And watch me climb out
I'm all about that wicket shit
I scream ever die!？The game is getting stormy now
Can you win the ride？
Come on!
(Chorus 2X)
5.Oriental Spas
6.Like A Spirit
Mastamind.....
Esham....
Natas.....
Where ever you go
I'll follow
Esham.....
Like a spirit.....
(Mastamind)
First you catch the slug
Then you get yo' grave dug
Then if ya can't remember there's a hole then fuck God with no
love
Case closed, call it a day
They fallen in all they can say
Is rest in peace, now let us all pray
I'm blessed and I'm cursed
Feel the pain, my niggas feelin' worse
The painted bloody herse, a black chrome on the perch
Ride thru the universe, landin' on earth
Demandin' my worth, puttin' in work, you the first jerk
I do the day, doin' the day after midnight
Hope you can catch some zzz, wake up get yo' shit right
Too much in sight, wicket visionaires
It's like all those lost souls in the streets, in the
cememtaries
I was there for the death
I'm there for the birth
I'll be there when the meek inherit the earth
Got yo' mind wicket
Mastamind, reads like a spirit(2x)
(Mastamind)
I'm on some I don't give a fuck shit
I don't need no love shit
I'm goin' public wit my problems cuz I'm disgusted
Suckas tryin' to get at me, like they know me
Niggas tryin' to do some wicket shit like they unholy
Repentin' they sins, beg fo' forgiveness again
Don't know the evil within, they can't even get in
You goin' against the wind, goin' against the me
Who gone start and finish this shit from beginnin' to end
Brothas sittin' in the pen or sittin' in the den
Have yo' mind on that when, you lose and you win
For real
Reads ya like a spirit
I was there for the death
I'm there for the birth
I'll be there when the meek inherit the earth
Got yo' mind wicket
Mastamind, reads ya like a spirit(3x)
Wicket world wide
All across this mutha fucka
Reads ya like a spirit
C'mon, c'mon
7.Football
(Mastamind)
Ready, set, hut 1, bust ya guns
I'm the one callin' plays, hush your tongues
Must you come to us to put you down thunderous
3 niggaz with mics, comin' like there's round a hundred of us
Comin' like some out the jungle motherfuckers
Some niggaz come up on the suckers and suckers go to the gutter
What you livin' for？ You ready to ride to the end of the road
And get wicked for show let me know when you're visit to go
Here's the info, peep the game play now feel the tempo
Now can you smoke on this while takin' it in slow
I'll rot you with the proper procedure
Runnin' through this game without a breather, wide receiver
Tryin' to come up on 7, figures that is
The harder you put your shit down the bigger it is
This has been a demonstration for Natas
Standing like a monument until the nation proper celebration
We gonna toast to we the champions
For now every fuckin' murder rider needs an anthem
(CHORUS)
Hit you with the football and blow out your brains rushin'
'Oh my God'
(Esham)
I'ma hike it, whether you like it or not
Don't get excited, I'm here to ingnite your bloodclot
The blazin' hot, knockin' out your spot
Forget me not, 'cause I pop and never drop the fuckin' rock
I wanna rumble, motherfucker I ain't mumble
And I never fumble in the jungle with the bundle
Touchdown in your zone, this you can't believe
Connection, interception, I wide receive
My style blitz your whole play when I slide
Offsides, soft hides, make for more murder rides
Runnin' deprieving make for dead presidents
Never hesistant when I'm servin' you this medicine
Straight tackling the ones that won't better sen
Detroit, Michigan's best defensemen
(CHROUS)
(TNT)
4th down and 10 to go
I throw the bomb, yo
TNT's in the game
All niggaz know my name
N-A-T-A-S never drop a glock, pop a clock
Stoppin' no rest needed, I stay weeded
Situations heeded
I throw spirals and bolos at those hoes who oppose
Niggaz try to read me get they book closed
In the story niggaz get killed on the battlefield
Talkin' murder shit not doin' what they say they will
(Mastamind)
Now the warriors come out, raise your guns to that
Perhaps, you should get your shit in shape and run your laps
About the punter heard out, put ya through a work out
Natas the first stop you take, put the red alert out
Do anything to put the word out, make you the sacrifice
The game is getting stormed at night
'Cause God gonna get black tonight
(CHORUS)
8.Levitation
9.Cyberkill
(chorus)
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
(Verse 1：Masta Mind)
More fear than the Y2k bug got Slugs for thugs
Those who dont believe their grave's been dug
Fuck rap, so high-tech I come through yo phone jack
to attack and molest the track, cuz i got the habit
Infectin yo system, yo program won't run
I'm fuckin up your chip, taking over your modem
Deleting your files, your memories been erased
And the wicket shit you bite leaves a bitter taste
In your mouth, screens blacking out. your monitor won't show,
systems
overload, your head's about to blow
Even the scoe when you believe in the flow
And once you click the icon, i'ma take you beyond
Cyberkill!
(chorus)
CYBERKILL
(verse 2： Masta Mind)
All up in your face controllin your cyber space
The way i see the hard drive crash the inner-face
Never replace the one that'll win the race
And i never smoke on a blunt that you finna lace
My technology be to futuristic for you to see
To do this we glide through the galaxy
Galactic tactics cause classic ass kicks
Watch out for the venom I spit, it's straight acid
Disconnect your internet, lets bet, electric shock you like your
t.v.
set when it's wet
The only thing these motherfucking niggas respect
Is the fire jumpin all up out the hole of the tech
And it's cyberkill!
(chorus)
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
C-CYBERKILL
C-C-C-C-C-CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
(verse 3： Masta Mind)
Who I be？
The rooga shoota
Virus in your computa
Air wave polluta
Wicket shit distibuta
Buta solluta
Make you wanna do tha
Shit that i did from here to bramuda
Bitches always runnin up talkin bout you tha
Nigga Ahead of Time And Space, underground rula
Collumbine, trench coat mafia schoola
Fresher than a frozen freon out tha coola
What's up wootay, wanna walk you a rula？
I keep the bandoola on my face with tha toola
I never sniff the snow, cause i aint no foola
And if you black, actin italian, you zamoolia
(chorus)
CYBERKILL
C-C-C-CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
CYBERKILL
10.Forever Fly
Tweet baby,Tweet baby
(Esham) N-A-T-A-S Will never die forever I fly
U-n-h-o-l-y sing another wicket lullaby
When I kick it bitches know they bite it, want to murder my
Style's been terror in the aisles don't question why
Thunder falls from the sky when the demons cry
Suicidal when I bust the demonic recital
I main murder your idol,Mc. homocidal
Finished him off and flew away with your title
I think you best be going and read your Holy Bible
Before you get bloody from my shotgun rifle
(Mastamind) Now you see me, now you don't
Never could be touched, hit you with the football with the rush
Silence of your ass make you all hush
You gotta brawl with us to stall us, we call y'all bluff
(bitch) I'm the man, king of the land
I feel the wind and the rain and the lightning from my hand
Join the odyssey, deep as the goddess of the sea
Natas, probably the gods of the streets
N-A-T-A-S will never die,
forever I fly
Masta M-i-n-d sing another wicket lullabye
When I kick it bitches know they bite want to murder my
Styles been terror in the aisles don't question why
(T-N-T) My AK shots bust loud at night
I run up on the stage and I'm grabbing the mic
I be the one that bust your dome with the chrome until your g's
all roam
Like your cell phone burning up your ozone
The microphone, prone to get blown, for real it's on
I rock a stadium, a dome
My advice to you is don't play me when alone
Cause N-A-T-A-S will never die and this is known
N-A-T-A-S will never die, forever I fly
They tell me T-N-T kick another wicket lullabye
When I kick it bitches know they bite it want to murder my
Styles been terror in the aisles don't question
why why why why why why why why
11.Metropolis
12.Truth
13.Party People
14.WWW.Com
15.Funeral Parlor
16.Biggest
17.Let It Flow
18.Virgin Mary
Intro：
Yeah What. Don't give a fuck
I said what
Real it don't matter no mo
worldwide and beyond
Verse 1：
Big top the man Kick over the mic stand
I'm the man wit the whole world in his hand
I'm the man touchin down in foreign land
Makin plans to come see me don't even take a glance
Close ya eyes hold on for the ride
Like a rollercoaster, smokin up the shit you didn't knowitcha
Fuckin up the game, the game's over
Got, hane(？) like a soldier, pull thangs a smoke ya
Who the fuck you lookin at, wit a grin
Throw it down before I, commit a sin
Little kick that witty shit again
Bitch we on the map, detriot michigan
We don't just say thangs we don't play games
We the bitches of the dogs, like a great dang
Let the perpicture begin don't ever de-sin
I feel like I got the fide to let the ？
I got a reese that'll out box ya
I got a peice that'll automatically stop ya
All i'm chasin is a little dough
He don't move a little slow
Hit it wit the beat too
Verse 2：
Sometimes, I just don't know
Should I grab a pistol
And put yo fuckin brains on the flo'
And watch yo blood spill on the flo'
Let your light flow, wicked ass flow
Oh no, acid, right around the lyrical tablets
My design blows ya mind like ya habbage
Chemical imbalance, watch ya tellence
Fo' da scalence, 9 cock, for the rapper
Rap violent, Never silent,
Walkin on the strings of a violen
I mean, still high flyin, step away from dyin
Souls try to call out, to friends they lyin
Interlude：
Fuck the world
Did ya hear me？
I said fuck the world
Verse 3：
Mothafuckas try to snap shit,
we the ones that drop hot shit
Underground guys whof ain't a flop bitch
Hard core, out lastin'
I gotta keep blastin
I got myself above the world man fuck the world
Came through Pimped the streets and fucked ya girl
Got clientele on my dick too
sittin on the love on ya chime to get too
Now bend through the door ya tryin fit through
Just another nigga tryin to get rich too
TNT, The mothafucka wit a nuff game
To make the virgin mary suck dick, and snatch cocaine
Outro：
Fuck the world
Did ya hear me？
I said fuck the world
And beyond
19.Bite It
20.Cancun
I feel like to a foreign land,
feel like taking it somewhere (somewhere).
Some type of foreign land, got to get away E
you know what I'm saying, what I know
Life's hard what am I supposed to do in this cold life
Only thing I really know how to do is hold mics
On cold nights we the hottest
On the blocks or the projects
Bless the mic for Natas
Now the heat is on we got the streets warm
We'll only stop setting shit on fire when the beat is gone
Keep it strong money keep it long
With each song history is born we da wrong
Cats to collapse so what the beef is on
Never cry about the pain if the game treat us wrong
Wicket world wide over seas it's on
We clock gees while they clock zees
who you sleeping on huh？
Chorus： Esham
Shake the day my seniorita mama la pita,
shake the day my seniorita, mama la pita.
On the cool beach of Cancun under the moon
Me and honey sipping Boone's finna go to the room
As I zoomed into the feature times rhyme with the clarity
No, I said it was all good in the land of prosperity
So I fly through the sky with a blink of an eye
Under the shade of my sombrero wouldn't think it was I
Mama see a seniorita we was smoking some reefer
She was hoping that I keep her but I'm nothin but a creaper
It gets deeper with the street sweeper
But on a day like today I just sit in back and parlay
In C-A-N, C-U-N
If you girl ain't bumping I bump her best
friend in Cancun, yo in Cancun, yo I said
in Cancun, yo yo in Cancun
Chorus
Mamacita seniorita
It's a black thang baby so you know it's weaker
Living the viva la coca while you slang the yoca cola
Hot like Cancun clock bank like Tommy Mottola
If you be a snake I'm a call you a boa
Constrictor till you get the pict-cha
As I squig the liquor
Drop the bigger figures
Ain't no stopping yo seniorita so tropi-co
Cop a O and drop a flow
Cop a 4 with a 4-4 your undercover love go
From to Detroit to Chicago or wherever I go
I keep my blow tighter than the hair on your hoe
Under the cherry moon down in Cancun
I'm all about the boom
Honeys know I'm about to hit the boom boom
Up in Cancun all about the boom
(Female Spanish voice to end)
21.Motivate
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