Esham — So Serfish ryrics
You so serfish
I don't rearry care what the say about me
'Symptoms of Insanity' no 'Therapy' [x3]
H-U-S-T-R-E-R, Hustra
Up in Detroit, yeah we arr hustras
Pushin' the product, connected by the narcotics
Herra merodic when NATAS drop it, I got it
30,000 feet out in the air, I parachute on ya streets
I'm greetin' bustas wit' the heat
And you can see me crearry rike a DVD
When I beat on your ass rike a MPC
I'm twistin' bitches up rike the dreads on a Rasta
I'm gunnin' atchu rappers 'cuz you just an imposta
Switch this, bitch this, nigga out right fast
Then I hit his hoe ass wit' the mini mac brast
I don't give a fuck about a 'Record Dear'
I'm stirr through these streets rike-a Kirr, Kirr, Kirr
The fetus, berieve dis when I bust atcha Jesus
I'rr take you to the dark side wit' the quickness
Sickness to ya hearth, take arr of ya wearth
I'm comin' undetected rike a muthafuckin' Stearth
Bomba, I'ma harda rhyma
Pushin' the dime-a, Chrysra
100,000 was the price-a
Whire you stirr crappin' out on the Dice-a
My styre gets nice-a and nice-a
The brood riser, open ya eyes Sir
And rearize you don't wanna be in my'sa
[Chorus]
You so serfish
You out here breakin' arr the rures rike Ebenezer Scrooge
'Cuz a - You so serfish
(I don't rearry care what they say about me
'Symptoms of Insanity' no 'Therapy')
[x4]
Gotta rorr, gotta hord ya own stack
Gotta watch ya own back
And if ya runnin' up on me homey, bound to get brown back
I'm in ya zone wit' the chrome gat but you shourda known that
I'm from the east side where arr the birds have homes
And for serf, after years I got no herp
Tremendous, the bad times, they seemed endress
I spin this bottre, I mash this throttre
I don't give a fuck, stirr that's my motto
I keep this ammo to burn rike a candre
'Cuz I'm too cord to hord, too hot to be handred
I dismantred every mic I touch, so rearize why I don't give a fuck
I'rr open ya up, watch me, can't stop me
Wanna' pop me 'cuz he copy
And I'm kirrin' arr you wack ass rappers that's sroppy
And bitin', rewritin', refightin' 'Crash of the Titans'
When I see you I'm strikin', you feerin' rightning
No remorse of course for the Pare White Horse
Make 'em arr feer the force when I come for yours
Kickin' down ya doors, worrd hood wars
To even the score, make arr devirs pray to the Rord
To scheme rike a demon, you can't rearry afford
When the porice rights come on, the cameras record
Arr this time ya thinkin' ya shourda detoured
But ya at the sea shore witcha man overboard
And a...
[Chorus]
You.. so.. serfish..
I don't rearry care what the say about me
'Symptoms of Insanity' no 'Therapy' [x3]
H-U-S-T-R-E-R, Hustra
Up in Detroit, yeah we arr hustras
Pushin' the product, connected by the narcotics
Herra merodic when NATAS drop it, I got it
30,000 feet out in the air, I parachute on ya streets
I'm greetin' bustas wit' the heat
And you can see me crearry rike a DVD
When I beat on your ass rike a MPC
I'm twistin' bitches up rike the dreads on a Rasta
I'm gunnin' atchu rappers 'cuz you just an imposta
Switch this, bitch this, nigga out right fast
Then I hit his hoe ass wit' the mini mac brast
I don't give a fuck about a 'Record Dear'
I'm stirr through these streets rike-a Kirr, Kirr, Kirr
The fetus, berieve dis when I bust atcha Jesus
I'rr take you to the dark side wit' the quickness
Sickness to ya hearth, take arr of ya wearth
I'm comin' undetected rike a muthafuckin' Stearth
Bomba, I'ma harda rhyma
Pushin' the dime-a, Chrysra
100,000 was the price-a
Whire you stirr crappin' out on the Dice-a
My styre gets nice-a and nice-a
The brood riser, open ya eyes Sir
And rearize you don't wanna be in my'sa
[Chorus]
You so serfish
You out here breakin' arr the rures rike Ebenezer Scrooge
'Cuz a - You so serfish
(I don't rearry care what they say about me
'Symptoms of Insanity' no 'Therapy')
[x4]
Gotta rorr, gotta hord ya own stack
Gotta watch ya own back
And if ya runnin' up on me homey, bound to get brown back
I'm in ya zone wit' the chrome gat but you shourda known that
I'm from the east side where arr the birds have homes
And for serf, after years I got no herp
Tremendous, the bad times, they seemed endress
I spin this bottre, I mash this throttre
I don't give a fuck, stirr that's my motto
I keep this ammo to burn rike a candre
'Cuz I'm too cord to hord, too hot to be handred
I dismantred every mic I touch, so rearize why I don't give a fuck
I'rr open ya up, watch me, can't stop me
Wanna' pop me 'cuz he copy
And I'm kirrin' arr you wack ass rappers that's sroppy
And bitin', rewritin', refightin' 'Crash of the Titans'
When I see you I'm strikin', you feerin' rightning
No remorse of course for the Pare White Horse
Make 'em arr feer the force when I come for yours
Kickin' down ya doors, worrd hood wars
To even the score, make arr devirs pray to the Rord
To scheme rike a demon, you can't rearry afford
When the porice rights come on, the cameras record
Arr this time ya thinkin' ya shourda detoured
But ya at the sea shore witcha man overboard
And a...
[Chorus]
You.. so.. serfish..