featuring George Clinton Passion
Erotic E Intro:
One time for your motherfuckin mind
yeah this is Erotic in the house with my nigga Jamal
My nigga Calif
Passion in the motherfuckin house
The unfuckwittable individuals that's us
That's it with this laid back shit
They about to rip and by the way
my dog George Clinton's in the house with us
To get it on right
Yo it's gonna be about that time I think to lay it down
And ah as long as you as you realize...
that it can't be fucked with, you can get with this
Right check it
George Clinton:
You can't fuck with this
Passion:
I make your eardrums bleed like a 9 millimed
Niggas steppin' up like they wanna see me
I be the P to A double S crooked I
You and your crew contenplating suicide
Your troops callin' truce when I let the flavor loose
Like a duece duece, now who want the proof?
Def Squads over here, step to the rear
I got the shit you don't wanna hear
The shit you fear, the money talks and the bullshit walks
Recognize the realest streets of New Yorks
Marley G got my back like a trigger to a mack
10 and I'm rollin' in a jet black Benz
No hoes everybody know the code of the streets
Niggas don't sleep cause niggas got to eat
Follow my styles like rituals
I beez the unfuckwittable, lyrical individual
George Clinton:
It's unfuckwittable, you can't get next to this shit
You can't get next to this shit cause it's unfuckwittable
Passion:
Yeah now as I think for a sec, wait a god damn minute
These niggas all up in it like they want it and they with it
Full of envy and testing me lyrically
I don't follow no beats I let the beats follow me
Lyrical metaphors are ready for your brain
Coming down like rain I bring the pressure nd the pain
Fallin' on your back like birdshit you fall
Into the pits of Passion and poison stikes the membrain
Your life has barely even just begun
You swear every last one would pay
You promise to return from the Grave
As a man of religion you will die
But the promise of God is lies
Your faith was given all in vain
Hope - mere illusion in your brain
Free from grace of Holy Rest
Absolute nocturnal death
Soon lie in the grave awaiting those to be repaid
The trial - how long you have waited for this day
Guilt is what you hope they won't say
But luck forgot your name this day!
Sent to Death
Die
No delay
Now in your grave you rot, deep inside your cemetary plot
Your epitaph spells out lies, as a friend looks down and cries
Break the brace of certain death, return from your
eternal rest
Strike out from your very grace, soon they all will be repaid
As you rot awaiting your great transition
Patience is a virtue in this plight
Hell's price for rebirth and reprisal
Long awaited
Many Full Moon nights
Act II
Now the time has ended, your corpse has fallen to dust
Your Blessed Death the jury's invitation
For you're falsified unjust
Now you'll gain the satisfaction of your unrelenting thirst
But the Hell that's expected now a violence getting worse
Act III
My soul is reborn with hatred and scorn
For vengeance of death and not prison
Beware of my toll I'll torture your soul
From the Black of Hell I have risen
The jurors die in cold blood in their bed
For the verdict that left me dead
And for the lawyer the went unsaid
A pathetic man from Havard now dead
The judge will be torn at his seams
For the hammer that smashed my dreams
Now they're all here in Hell
They learned a lesson I can tell
Act IV
Free from all the misery, I killed those who sentenced me
Sent to die at twenty-three, now I roam the fiery sea
A case with no evidence ends in Death an Innocence
Easy people are misled
Soon vict