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Esham Bootleg From The Lost Vault Vol 1

I'll roll out and must hold out Until 1999 when my people expire The you'll die from reel life like fire The unholy witch and his bag of tricks Step aside from

my telephone number, and my home address Momma wonderin how can my baby be involved in this mess From ill street politics I got mental stress, i'ma [chorus 2x] [esham

I'll roll out and must hold out Until 1999 when my people expire The you'll die from Reel Life like fire The unholy witch and his bag of tricks Step aside from

It's like one to the two and 313 I say, what, what, W-H-A-T Put yo' hands where my eyes can see Feelin' lovely, simpley bubbley Can't we, cop a oz and

[Esham] Now as I speak the wicket poetry that got you all scared of me Blasphemy, I'm sacrilegious nigga, don't you ever forget this When I hit the scene

my telephone number, and my home address Momma wonderin how can my baby be involved in this mess From ill street politics I got mental stress, I'ma [Chorus x2] [Esham

[Esham] Well where I stay its like basehead Heaven Brothers clock dollars 24-7 Some get caught and some don't Some'll make big money, some won't Some

wasn't workin at this club Would you be lookin at me like you was fuckin me or better yet be duckin me I don't want anything from you, you don't nothing from

doomed to go to hell But I'm already there, so tell another tale From the dark side of myself, I'm entangled Between Heaven and Hell, the Fallen Angel "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" [Esham