Comerica [1997] lyrics

[Chorus 4X]
It's time to make another million

[Esham]
I be the insane n*gga wit the migraine
Headaches, stressed out, havin million dollar doubts
n*gga wonder, and my blind like Stevie Wonder
This system try to take me under
My whole team pop scallions
No more triple beam dreams or amphetamines
I got a problem wit the FBI
I'm always like f*ck 'em, muthaf*ck 'em
I made a millionaire dollars, and got the f*ck outta Detroit
n*ggas hate me there, they wanna kill me
Playa haters can't feel me
I'm underground, so check the sound
You won't catch me on your radio dial
So f*ck that sh*t, and bump this sh*t
If you ain't wit this sh*t, suck a fat di*k
You all broke ass, ho ass, never get no cash

[Chorus 4X]
[Esham]
Hold up, wait a minute
Your radio ain't sh*t if my tape ain't in it
So now I'm going all out
And I'mma smoke on the dance, til I fall out
You can't stop my flow, hell no
If you'se a ho, you gots to go
Street politician, connection wit chickens
The Night Before Christmas, pop Charles di*kens
Can't nobody do it like me, I'm the incredible Bruce Wayne
Please, last of the red hot blooded MC's
n*gga, n*gga what, smack ya b*tch booty while I'm bustin a nut
My flow is ill like a virus
My words speak out to a thug like Cyrus
Kidnap ya mind, then hold it for ransom
The murder I wrote, is a suicide note, and

[Chorus]