🎵 We Got Some Nonbelievers // by Esham

5 ContributorsWe Got Some Nonbelievers Lyrics [Intro] Look up in the sky! It's a crow! It's a bat! No, it's super nigga! [Verse 1] Confused, some say I can't lose All a brotha ever hear is bad point of views Try to hold me back jack, breakin' the chain of pain 'Cause the rhythm be bumpin' like a migraine 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 'Cause in the ninties, acid rap is about time [Interlude] We got some nonbelievers out there… (C'mon! C'mon! Woo!) We got some nonbelievers out there… (C'mon! C'mon! Woo!) [Verse 2] 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 temple, I go loco Nine millimeter point blank or a solo Devilish But still hell of this Make you wanna not want to go The week you go home I'm mystified, I won't lie Some can't handle it so they die Boils and bubbles of trouble brewin' What you doin'? Microphone massacre, MC's screwin' around, I don't waste time For all the suckas, I'll see you at the finish line [Interlude] Kick that shit! [Verse 3] From Lucifer, I give juice to ya Been rockin' all my life so I'm used to ya I got wanna be carbon copies that bite Of pop rock suckas who dog the lime light But now you've been a witness The unholy strictly business For all the fools who test me, don't stress me Or the cops will have to come and arrest me For murder one, but I've just begun Wrap a mic cord 'round your neck and scream Red Rum You'll be headless like Max Headroom And I'm here to 'cause a little bedlam Magical, still tragical It all started out about a year ago Many try to stop me, and drop me Now they all wanna jock me The radios won't play me It don't faze me, I'm no sellout baby! And we still got some nonbelievers!