Out Cold lyrics

Now once upon a time, way back in the day
There was an MC-killer by the name of E-S-H-A-M
And he was known to murder them all
Gun-clapper leave a rapper brains all on the wall
Now, nobody coul fade him cause he was known to murder em
And kill the wack DJ`s who never heard of him
The radio was scared, they wouldnt even listen to him
But he`s gettin payed, and the flash of pistols to em
He lives underground in parts unknown
He`s known to take your cookies to boogie the bloody microphone
Seven MC`s, put them in a line
Then add seven more niggas who think they can shine
Well, it`ll take seven more before I`ll go for mine
Then I`ll `blocabloca` my nine rhymes at the same tizzime
They say, `MC-killer, dont let him rhyme around you,
He`s bound to pull a nine and blow your mind all around you`
Now they got a white chalk line all around you
Hanging from a telephone pole`s how they found you
Psychopathic, automatic
Weapons get drawn if you got some static `cause

This is how the story goes
People these days are really out cold
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Great scott, a monsters high on top of the Penasca
Bustin off shots with the twenty-five-shot glock
This is back when the wizard was cutting shit up
Plus ain`t nobody saying nothing, so I`m shutting shit up
Killed another MC, scoped him from high off the tower
Radio stations blow out your power, sniffin powder
How the fuck I killed another DJ?
Special request: I serviced his ass with the AK
P-P-P-P-P-Pow muthafucka, ain`t no love in my mind
Ain`t no tarnishing my game, ain`t no dulling my shine
Still nine dead bodies real hard to find
And if you want to kill some more times, press rewinD

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