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Esham - Tongues - Poetry
Tongues
01. Walkin On Da Flatline
02. Slippin Out Amerika
03. The D.
04. I'm Dead
05. Panic Attack
06. Chemical Imbalance
07. God
08. Detroit 101
09. Poetry
10. Everyone
11. Crash & Burn
12. Mr. Negativity
13. Pill Me (Feel My Prescription)
14. Brain Surgery
15. Devilshit
16. All Night Everyday
17. I Know
18. So Selfish
19. Envy The Sunshine
20. Love
21. Gloczup
22. Intro (Hallucinagenics)
23. Skydive
24. Fuck A Lover
[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

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

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]