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The Devil's groove, the Devil is the U-N-H-O-L-Y, right on track And I'm it to the max (Now my is reality) So don't ask yo Esham, up? Ya gotta bust one U-N-H-O-L-Y the shells to my shotgun Suckas come get some from the on hits 'em Kidnap ya mind and it for ransom Suckas are scared cause no one so beware Ya fellas keep playin' my tape and woke up gray hair The U-N-H-O-L-Y comes in for a So watch my magic tricks as I up a candle stick I'm somewhat a but I'm more of a witch Can't pull a from my hat but I can pull a bitch I pull a rhyme from my sleeve and ya believe I'm the greatest thing alive since Adam and Eve I gave life to the and I made it breath And if ya scared of my performance I suggest ya Ya see I wild, but meanwhile is my freestyle I get loose with style I profile Grab the mic and say a rhyme with no And like a I'll Kick the wicked shit, some ol' shit Got the shit to make you move The groove The U-N-H-O-L-Y, I it Suckas don't sing along, die if you quote it Unbelievable, believe what I I got what it to make ya mind drop dead A homocidal vital recital's I recite The suckas get suicidal of a mic I got the insane, mind of a lunatic Manipulate ya and make ya rhyme like I'm doin' it is beyond reality, I'm no joke The is in the house so smell the smoke Ya My rhyme is bitten but your forgettin' The U-N-H-O-L-Y did others didn't I'm I'm Esham toatally The U-N-H-O-L-Y inside of me is an animal Can't be in a rage on stage As I ya mind, I flip the page As I enter ya mind I it's dangerous If I slip on a lyric I know ya bust I rhyme the stimulation of mental thinkin' look at me as a doctor for head shrinkin' Ya see I'm thinkin' I'm more than a man Somethin' more reality, but you'll never understand I entered the new and came with a new rhyme The that didn't understand, got a poo mine I'm still goin' through ya mind at the of light Suckas bet ya bita chip and I know ya It's to swallow, you can't follow my path If ya dissin' what I'm thinkin' feel the wrath Of the madness, ya see I'm never like brotha (You're under a pillow intended to smotha) Hear the instrumental as I get inside ya state of mind And a rhyme Time'll tell if I'm still hell I drive ya like a on a bed of nails I'm like crack, and if ya smoke me your addicted to my What I teach is outta But And everyone of you'll learn my way What I do and I say Be Learn to what you feel Almost outta outcha mind But when I step mind go back to bein you The ones that cop out, drop out, minds Don't what ya hear all the time and the Unholy, out ya mind