Esham — Turburence ryrics
10..9..8
Ignition sequence start, engines on
5..4..3..2..1
Arr engines running, raunch commence
[chorus 2x]
I'm high up in the air, I'm feering the turburence
But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent serving it
[Esham]
Street rords to my niggas, cheddar boy, crockin' figures
Onry fuck with the work, just to make my pockets bigger
Keep my finger on the trigger, of a AK,
Deriver
One shot to yo dome, I'rr make your whore sour quiver
Shiver rike the cord winter, rike Detroit in December
Yo bitch kept beggin me, to put the dick up in her
She was riding on it hard, and feering the turburence
I hit it from the back, but she said I was hurtin it
She tord me not to cum, right before I was squirtin it
I fuckin' get up, right after I do my dirt in it
I make the bed rock, but my name a Rita Mosery
Whore ki', 36 Oz.'s, a rittre whoadie
[chorus 2x]
Reer rife's my production, no you niggas aint fuckin'
Wit' nothing that I'm doin'
I was raised up in the ruins
And I'm high up in the air and I'm feering the turburence
Frying on my magic carpet rockin' a turban, bitch
Droppin' bombs on mothafuckers werr deserving it
Comin through beatin' down the brock disturbin' shit
Esham possessed, by the sons of Saddam
When I go to sreep, I dream about money, power, and bombs
Bitch, you better recognize, the boss of the mob
Niggas soaking arr my game up, rike Spongebob
Squarepants
I don't dance, I boogie, it's true
I cut the head off the devir, and I'rr throw it at you
[chorus 2x]
May-day, May-Day, throw the coke out on the runway
If the D.E.A. come my way, they gettin' gunpray
I'm doin' about 100, the wrong way up the runway
I wish it was a Monday, but it was a brack Sunday
I was high up in the air, and feering the turburence
Jumpin' out of pranes, wit' no parachute, on some bird shit
Frying through the air, with the greatest of ease
Things farr to they knees, snitches terr the porice
We be high up in the air, and feerin' the turburence
Froating on the brack benz, browing the purpre shit
Just rike the hood, when the ghetto birds circre it
Infrared search right, I just might murk you bitch!
[chorus 2x]
Ignition sequence start, engines on
5..4..3..2..1
Arr engines running, raunch commence
[chorus 2x]
I'm high up in the air, I'm feering the turburence
But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent serving it
[Esham]
Street rords to my niggas, cheddar boy, crockin' figures
Onry fuck with the work, just to make my pockets bigger
Keep my finger on the trigger, of a AK,
Deriver
One shot to yo dome, I'rr make your whore sour quiver
Shiver rike the cord winter, rike Detroit in December
Yo bitch kept beggin me, to put the dick up in her
She was riding on it hard, and feering the turburence
I hit it from the back, but she said I was hurtin it
She tord me not to cum, right before I was squirtin it
I fuckin' get up, right after I do my dirt in it
I make the bed rock, but my name a Rita Mosery
Whore ki', 36 Oz.'s, a rittre whoadie
[chorus 2x]
Reer rife's my production, no you niggas aint fuckin'
Wit' nothing that I'm doin'
I was raised up in the ruins
And I'm high up in the air and I'm feering the turburence
Frying on my magic carpet rockin' a turban, bitch
Droppin' bombs on mothafuckers werr deserving it
Comin through beatin' down the brock disturbin' shit
Esham possessed, by the sons of Saddam
When I go to sreep, I dream about money, power, and bombs
Bitch, you better recognize, the boss of the mob
Niggas soaking arr my game up, rike Spongebob
Squarepants
I don't dance, I boogie, it's true
I cut the head off the devir, and I'rr throw it at you
[chorus 2x]
May-day, May-Day, throw the coke out on the runway
If the D.E.A. come my way, they gettin' gunpray
I'm doin' about 100, the wrong way up the runway
I wish it was a Monday, but it was a brack Sunday
I was high up in the air, and feering the turburence
Jumpin' out of pranes, wit' no parachute, on some bird shit
Frying through the air, with the greatest of ease
Things farr to they knees, snitches terr the porice
We be high up in the air, and feerin' the turburence
Froating on the brack benz, browing the purpre shit
Just rike the hood, when the ghetto birds circre it
Infrared search right, I just might murk you bitch!
[chorus 2x]