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letra de the oven mitt - esham

[segue]
baby

[intro]
blessings sent from above

[verse]
it be that esham boomin’ bap, so take a nap
in fact, it’s a chance to rap and get slapped with acid rap
i’m a soloist so no one has to pass it back
i be the definition of spittin’ the classic rap
you better check yourself
before you wriggity and i pull the glizzy out the stiggedy
bangin’ my spiggedy off the higgedy
your whole crew wick wick wack, your style wiggedy
and i ain’t sayin’ no names
i’m just highly flammable when i’m spittin’ them flames
boomin’ nouns and verbs, boomin’ words
boomin’ from the hood all the way to the suburbs
boomin’ narcotics, reel life product
this for all the real ones gone but not forgotten
i’ma kick it for you, keep it true
’cause this that wicked sharp do do do do do do
i know you love it so below as above it
raised in the ruins and ran through the rubbish
and all my brothers out there kickin’ thuggish ruggish
runnin’ through the world with lvs on they luggage
i’m a public enemy out in the public
and don’t need public assistance from the government
i’m ’bout to spit the whole truth to the covenant
where i come from on the map look like a oven mitt
the murder mystery writer, in history you a biter
you in the dog fight with a jet fighter
you the gas, and i’m the lighter
i’ma light yo ass up ’cause i’m the igniter
actin’ fly on the web until you see a spider
i’m spidey, godlike, be the almighty
the motherf-cker, i might be your daddy, son
remember me? the one you got your ideas from
the mic wrecker, screw these rappers like like black+deckers
i was playin’ chess while they was playin’ checkers
you on the sidelines throwin’ shots and blockin’ hecklers
i’m drivin’ in the fast lane swervin’ kind of reckless
put them cars up, get your hustle and bars up
and get your money up ’cause you know we got ours up
y’all be talkin’ guns like y’all the only one got ’em
y’all be talkin’ bullets like y’all the only one shot ’em
y’all be talkin’ dead bodies like y’all the only one find ’em
i come from detroit, i’m only here to remind ’em
this that city sl!ck gettin’ major chips from the game i spit
i been stop telling you where i’m from and who i’m with
i been stop telling you where i’m from and who i’m with
i been stop telling you where i’m from and who i’m with
i been stop telling you where i’m from and who i’m with
i been stop telling you where i’m from and who i’m with
i been stop telling you where i’m from and who i’m with
[outro]
blessings sent from above

- esham

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