We Gots Some Nonbelievers - Esham

Look up in the sky

It's a crow

It's a bat

No it's super nigger

Confused some say I can't lose

All a brotha ever hear is bad point of views

Try to hold me back jack breaking the chain of pain

'Cause the rhythm be bumpin' like a migrane

Never knew I really had a clue about fiction or fact

But I got it like that

From dawn till dusk you might see me bust

A brain or two I make it entertainin' you

Commercial universal don't matter

Every one dies when my shotgun scatters

When my heavy metal boot drops the floor shakes

I'm comin' through like an earthquake

You can't take or make or break me

Can't shake me don't try to fake me

Many don't believe I will achieve

Like ali baba and the forty thieves

I'ma get mine you must be out ya mind

'Cause in the ninties acid rap is about time

Nonbelievers out there

Nonbelievers out there

Buck wild and out on my island

In your alpine I'm free stlyin'

But I'm wicket

I'm wicket

I'm wicket so why don't you kick it

To feel the force of a new breed you might bleed

Knockin' niggas out like forty thieves

Forty thieves in the tiempo I go loco

Nine milimeter point blank or a solo

Devilish still hell of this

Make you wanna not want to go the week you

Go home

I'm mystified I won't lie

Some can't handle it so they die

Boils and bubbles of trouble brewin' what you doing

Microphone massacre mc's screwin' around

I don't waste time for all the suckas

I'll see you at the finish line

Kick that sh*t

From lucifer I give juice to ya

Been rockin' all my life so used to ya

I got wanna be carbon copies that bite

Of pop rock suckas who dog the lime light

But now you've been a witness

The unholy strictly business

For all the fools who test me don't stress me

Or the cops will have to come and arrest me

For murder one but I've just begun

Grab a mic cord 'round your neck and scream red

Rum

You'll be headless like max headdrom

And I'm here to 'cause a little bedlam

Magical still tragical

It all started out about a year ago

Many try to stop me and drop me

Now they all wanna jock me

The radios won't play me

It don't faze me

I'm no sell out baby

And we still got some nonbelievers