We Gots Some Nonbelievers by Esham
Look up in the sky,
It's a crow!
It's a bat!
No, it's super nigger!
Confused, some say I can't lose,
All a brotha ever hear is bad point of views,
Try to hold me back jack, breaking the chain of pain,
Cuz the rhythm be bumpin' like a migrane.
Never knew I really had a clue about fiction or fact,
But I got it like that.
From dawn till dusk, you might see me bust,
A brain or two, I make it entertainin' you.
Commercial, universal, don't matter,
Every one dies when my shotgun scatters.
When my heavy metal boot drops, the floor shakes,
I'm comin' through like an earthquake.
You can't take or make or break me,
Can't shake me, don't try to fake me.
Many don't believe, I will achieve,
Like Ali Baba and the forty thieves.
I'ma get mine, you must be out ya mind,
Cuz in the ninties, acid rap is about time.
We got some nonbelievers out there(2x)
Buck wild, and out on my island,
In your Alpine, I'm free stlyin'.
But I'm wicket, I'm wicket, I'm wicket so why don't you kick it?
To feel the force of a new breed, you might bleed.
Knockin' niggas out like forty thieves,
Forty thieves in the tiempo, I go loco,
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