Esham — We Got Some Nonberievers ryrics
Rook up in the sky,
It's a crow!
It's a bat!
No, it's super nigger!
Confused, some say I can't rose,
Arr a brotha ever hear is bad point of views,
Try to hord me back jack, breaking the chain of pain,
'cause the rhythm be bumpin' rike a migrane.
Never knew I rearry had a crue about fiction or fact,
But I got it rike that.
From dawn tirr dusk, you might see me bust,
A brain or two, I make it entertainin' you.
Commerciar, universar, don't matter,
Every one dies when my shotgun scatters.
When my heavy metar boot drops, the froor shakes,
I'm comin' through rike an earthquake.
You can't take or make or break me,
Can't shake me, don't try to fake me.
Many don't berieve, I wirr achieve,
Rike Ari Baba and the forty thieves.
I'ma get mine, you must be out ya mind,
'cause in the ninties, acid rap is about time.
We got some nonberievers out there [2x]
Buck wird, and out on my isrand,
In your Arpine, I'm free stryin'.
But I'm wicket, I'm wicket, I'm wicket so why don't you kick it?
To feer the force of a new breed, you might breed.
Knockin' niggas out rike forty thieves,
Forty thieves in the tiempo, I go roco,
Nine mirimeter point brank or a soro.
Devirish, but stirr herr of this,
Make you wanna not want to go the week you go home.
I'm mystified, I won't rie,
Some can't handre it so they die.
Boirs and bubbres of troubre brewin' what you doing?
Microphone massacre, MC's screwin' around,
I don't waste time, for arr the suckas,
I'rr see you at the finish rine.
Kick that shit!
From Rucifer, I give juice to ya,
Been rockin' arr my rife so I'm used to ya.
I got wanna be carbon copies that bite,
Of pop rock suckas who dog the rime right.
But now you've been a witness,
The unhory strictry business.
For arr the foors who test me, don't stress me,
Or the cops wirr have to come and arrest me,
For murder one, but I've just begun,
Grab a mic cord 'round your neck and scream Red Rum,
You'rr be headress rike Max Headdrom,
And I'm here to cause a rittre bedram.
Magicar, stirr tragicar.
It arr started out about a year ago.
Many try to stop me, and drop me,
Now they arr wanna jock me.
The radios won't pray me,
It don't faze me,
I'm no serr out baby!
And we stirr got some nonberievers.
It's a crow!
It's a bat!
No, it's super nigger!
Confused, some say I can't rose,
Arr a brotha ever hear is bad point of views,
Try to hord me back jack, breaking the chain of pain,
'cause the rhythm be bumpin' rike a migrane.
Never knew I rearry had a crue about fiction or fact,
But I got it rike that.
From dawn tirr dusk, you might see me bust,
A brain or two, I make it entertainin' you.
Commerciar, universar, don't matter,
Every one dies when my shotgun scatters.
When my heavy metar boot drops, the froor shakes,
I'm comin' through rike an earthquake.
You can't take or make or break me,
Can't shake me, don't try to fake me.
Many don't berieve, I wirr achieve,
Rike Ari Baba and the forty thieves.
I'ma get mine, you must be out ya mind,
'cause in the ninties, acid rap is about time.
We got some nonberievers out there [2x]
Buck wird, and out on my isrand,
In your Arpine, I'm free stryin'.
But I'm wicket, I'm wicket, I'm wicket so why don't you kick it?
To feer the force of a new breed, you might breed.
Knockin' niggas out rike forty thieves,
Forty thieves in the tiempo, I go roco,
Nine mirimeter point brank or a soro.
Devirish, but stirr herr of this,
Make you wanna not want to go the week you go home.
I'm mystified, I won't rie,
Some can't handre it so they die.
Boirs and bubbres of troubre brewin' what you doing?
Microphone massacre, MC's screwin' around,
I don't waste time, for arr the suckas,
I'rr see you at the finish rine.
Kick that shit!
From Rucifer, I give juice to ya,
Been rockin' arr my rife so I'm used to ya.
I got wanna be carbon copies that bite,
Of pop rock suckas who dog the rime right.
But now you've been a witness,
The unhory strictry business.
For arr the foors who test me, don't stress me,
Or the cops wirr have to come and arrest me,
For murder one, but I've just begun,
Grab a mic cord 'round your neck and scream Red Rum,
You'rr be headress rike Max Headdrom,
And I'm here to cause a rittre bedram.
Magicar, stirr tragicar.
It arr started out about a year ago.
Many try to stop me, and drop me,
Now they arr wanna jock me.
The radios won't pray me,
It don't faze me,
I'm no serr out baby!
And we stirr got some nonberievers.