Esham - Homey Don't Play! lyrics

rate me

Born broke, beat up, and always honked at

Gimme an uzi and you suckas get the fuck back

I'll bust your mind like a watermelon

And as you listen you'll find your brain swellin'

I'll go Oo so, solo who so

Deads compare themselves with death die

Don't ask why my styles uncopiable

Some try, but they just too sloppy so

Thou shall not come closer

'Cause all the suckas who bite'll blow up like an explosive

I'll stamp a pentagram dead on your forehead

And as soon as ya say a lyric your dead

X marks the spot where your body falls

Then I'll grab your soul and roll, 'cause my duty calls

So all you suckas get the fuck out my way

When I drop the mic you'll say, homie don't play

The U-N-H-O-L-Y, hell of a helly

I'm like the devil in your body writin' bite me on your belly

Like the exorcist, the devil's groove keeps flowin'

Turn out the lights and my body starts glowin'

In neon, that's 'cause I'ma pee on reality

The U-N-H-O-L-Y

There's a lotta evil minds but only one devil

Of the dog turnin' back on what 'cha get, but don't forget

I hit like no other

You see my rhyme is like a pillow it's made to smother

Try to diss me I'ma murder ya, I never hearda ya

A son of a gunner and I'ma kill a everyone a ya

Somethin' you've never seen, put you in a guillotine

The psycho labelled me as a killer teen

When I drop the mic your parents pray

Get the fuck out my way, 'cause homey don't play

Break out the Holy Water, as I slaughter

Better change your last name 'cause I'm goin' in alphabetical order

And it won't stop 'cause I won't stop

With the tick, tick, a tick, tick, a tick, tock , a tick tock

Can't you get it through your head

That it can't get no defer 'cause my lyrics already dead

Hopin', wishin', prayin', someday I'll stop what I'm sayin'

But I can't, it seems like I'm possesed with somethin'

The U-N-H-O-L-Y, keep my mind jumpin'

Get up, get down to the rhythm of death

Suckas thinkin' I'm takin' a break

Them suckas fallin' every time I lose my a breath

But still I don't stop to the beat

One time, one rhyme, and I still blew your mind

Everytime I drop the mic I bet everybody say

Homie don't fuckin' play

Everytime I kick shit, it's labelled as wicked shit

Don't try to bullshit 'cause I'll fill you with bullets and shit

Rappin' with my red head, some say my brains dead

Mockin' what I'm rockin' then your sayin' what insane said

Suckas are suicidal, unholy is homicidal

I'm comin' inside your mind and I'm takin' your title

You wanna be me, but suckas can't see me

Cause I'm a ghostwriter, funky funky fresh

Not unless I get my point across

My illin' and illin's what I have to do

If you bite my lyrics I'm coming after you

Not physically, but mentally, rockin' instrumentally

If you listen too hard it might kill instantsistantly

I can get in doubobly, until I see your mind work

Your thinkin' so hard your fake me cause your mind hurt

When you pass out you'll have to say

"Get outta that nigga way man" cause homie don't play