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Poetry Lyrics - Tongues - Esham

[Talking continues from Detroit 101] 

Heh, see, it's a conspiracy, see y'all, y'all killed my man 

and now they tryin' to kill me. They think I can't see that. 

You think I can't see that. 

 

I know you heard of me never but I murder forever 

Impatient mental patient without health care 

Detroit street-educated straight off the welfare 

Powered milk drinkin', suicidal witchdoctor known for head shrinkin' 

The government want me to stop thinkin' 

Blink and I'm gone, reappear with the chrome to ya dome 

Bustin' caps like raps on microphones 

Now if you wanna talk to some crooks 

Come to Detroit and getcha bling took 

I ain't exaggeratin', I ain't playa hatin' 

3 feet of snow and killas still roll Dayton's 

Oh my god, it's crazy 

Think I want a different color mink for everyday of the week 

Homey, don't speak on me 

I'm the one and only gift the Unholy poetry 

 

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Poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry 

Oh... the wicked shit, the wicked shit, you bitch 

 

That's all, that's it, these niggaz talkin' shit 

That's all I needed, one wicked rhyme never repeated 

I'm heated, put acid on Skittles and make you eat it 

And when he come up dead they be like 

'He did it, E did it' 

I gives a fuck, I gives a fuck 

Get buck, get stuck like a chicken get pluck 

These niggaz in my city on a nut like what 

Never been to a party didn't get shot up 

Shot, shot, shot up 

Never been to a party didn't get shot up 

Didn't get shot up 

 

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Mental telepathy tellin' me I need therapy 

I blew my cranium killin' brain cells, I'll never be sane 

I'm insane, life in pain, that's whatchu gain 

When it rain on the Unforgiven in the fast lane 

This is ya brain on drugs but if it was ya brain on slugs 

It'd be nothin' blood, 'cuz we livin' in a world that's ran by thugs 

I said we livin in a world that's ran by thugs 

And they quick to peel ya, kill ya, still they never fill ya 

Until... you... die, until you die 

 

Where we all go when we die? 

Where we go when we die? 

Where we all go when we die? [4x] 

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