Esham - I Know lyrics

rate me

[Talking]

Please...shit

You know I know right? You know I know.

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Oh Lord, why did I have to live so many lies

Forced to live my life inside my own mind

My eyes don't cry no more so pray for

Charged with my own conviction I paid for

Can't take livin' a day more or even say more

Wicked shit got bitches posin' like they Drew Berymore

Earth spinnin', niggaz sinnin', the devil's steadily grinnin'

Too much drama in this world and it ain't even in it

It's the beginnin', I know you'd like to know if ya winnin'

But it's all Reel Life and there ain't no pretendin'

Situations you've been in got the world Earl Flynn'in

You got the world Earl Flynn'in

And I know

[Chorus]

I know that you don't like me

And wanna see me inside a C-A-S-K-E-T

They say the only way to be a real MC

Is to getcha head blew off and be D-E-A-D

I know [x21]

Aviation 30,000 feet up in the clouds

'Fallen Angel' from the Heavens, see they never allowed

So I vow to kick it, Reel shit is wicket

Notice the way I flow this when the venom's inflicted

Bashin' for the blastin', the underground assassin

Bitchass niggaz, you know I don't let they ass in

Couple-a people I murder, couple-a people are friend

But in the fuckin' end it's really all about the ends

Oh shit, did you see that new fuckin' Benz

I like them shits wit' the 20 inch rims

I've been tellin' these fuckin' niggaz all the time on the do-low

When you 'Boomin' for years, users wanna kill ya flow

I know you hoe

[Chorus]

Everybody that's rappin' don't think these niggaz are cappin'

'Cuz when somebody die you already know what's gon' happen

Now everybody wanna run around and be the killas

I'm straight off the East Side, ain't none reala

Peala nigga in a millisecond

And can't no record tell you how I'm livin'

The Unforgiven, suicide driven, underground and risen

Screamin' 'Fuck prisons' all prisons, bitches, disses

This is just a demonstration of how I control the situation

Bullets penetratin', I still roll on a Dayton

Wit' the .9 on the lap waitin', waitin', waitin'

For ya ass to leap so I can putcha to sleep

Shit's deep in these streets, let the pistol grip sweep

Like a broom, but the boom will send you to ya doom

360 degrees back outcha mom's womb

I know

[Chorus x3]

I know....