Out Cold

[Verse 1] Now once upon a time, way back in the day There was an MC killer by the name of E-S-H-A-M And he was known to murder them all Gun clapper, leave a rapper brains all on the wall Now, nobody could fade him cause he was known to murder em And kill the wack DJ's who never heard of him The radio was scared, they wouldn't even listen to him But he's gettin' payed, and the flash of pistols to em He lives underground in parts unknown He's known to take your cookies to boogie the bloody microphone Seven MC's, put them in a line Then add seven more niggas who think they can shine Well, it'll take seven more before I'll go for mine Then I'll "blocabloca" my nine rhymes at the same tizzime They say, "MC killer don't let him rhyme around you He's bound to pull a nine and blow your mind all around you" Now they got a white chalk line all around you Hangin' from a telephone pole's how they found you Psychopathic, automatic Weapons get drawn if you got some static cause [Hook] -x4 This is how the story goes People these days are really out cold [Verse 2] Great scott, a monster's high on top of the Penasca Bustin' off shots with the twenty-five-shot Glock This is back when the wizard was cuttin' shit up Plus ain't nobody sayin' nothin', so I'm shuttin' shit up Killed another MC, scoped him from high off the tower Radio stations blow out your power, sniffin' powder How the fuck, I killed another DJ? Special request, I serviced his ass with the AK P-P-P-P-Pow muthafucka, ain't no love in my mind Ain't no tarnishin' my game, ain't no dullin' my shine Still nine dead bodies real hard to find And if you want to kill some more times, press rewind [Hook] -x4 This is how the story goes People these days are really out cold