Losin’ It - Intellectual

[Intro: Esham]

"Yo what's up? This is Esham The Unholy and I'm in the motherfuckin' house with Mr. Nitty and Little Half Pint and Project Born is in this motherfucker"

[Verse 1: Nitty]

I'm losin' it, I think my mind is in a fuckin' rage

'Cause when I'm killin' hoes I'm tense slow wit my mental stage

I keeps the candles burnin' every night I lay to rest

And slit my wrist because I had to have a blood test

I'm killin' bitches, punk-ass niggas, and you fuckin' hoes

I draw that first blood so consider me the Rambo

'Cause new jack is back in the city I'm packin' 'em up to heaven

Kill fifty-six now Wesley Snipes is Passenger fifty-seven

I got my mind off in some filthy shit and dirty shit

My counselor tells my mother "yo son is a lunatic"

I cut her throat then watched her scream as her body burns

And look my mother in the face and tell her yo turn

I left the scene and there was two mo' bodies layin' dead

"We want Nitty dead" was all the fuckin' papers read

But that's a joke 'cause this maniac is on the loose

And when I'm creepin' all I'm seekin' is my trigger juice

So take the lesson, learn your motherfuckin' principles

I got no mind so you know Frank Nit's invincible

I think of no one else except my son and damn self

That's why three years ago I put my brain up on the shelf

'Cause I'm so heartless I'm bound to run my own section

I look at mirrors and I come up wit' no damn reflection

I'm still hallucinatin' about the fuckin' murder scenes

Dropped in a straight jacket at the age of eighteen

I'm thinkin' damn will I ever get my mind back?

My folks keep tellin' me a maniac's a maniac

I tell my story but you hoes just don't know who I am

A fucking menace in bloodsport the black Van Damme

I'll get you motherfuckers screamin' when you hit the paint

You ain't from New Orleans so bitch don't try and play a saint

Because I got your fuckin' mother hangin' from a string

And if she go to talkin' shit she catchin' sixteen

'Cause I get violent I want silence when I'm in the room

Straight out the 'jects, Frank Nitty's temple of the doom

I'm checkin' coffins 'cause this lifeless nigga's gonna give

And like I said on the untouchables the dead lives

You kill a bitch, you kill a bitch, and now I kill a bitch

It's time for ceremonies fuck that shit just dig the ditch

Because I told you hoes to never try and fuck with me

I'm runnin' shit down in fuckin' nineteen-nitty-three

'Cause when I'm gone off, you niggas meet the sawed-off

Some niggas crawled away, but most of them were hauled off

Up in plastic, so you know this nigga's cruisin' it

But I say fuck you hoes and laugh because I'm losin' it

[Chorus: Project Born & Nitty]

I'm losin' it man I think I'm losin' it (I'm losin' it)

[Verse 2: Esham]

I'm losin' it, tell me if my mind's gone

Tell me if my mind's blown, Man, I think your mind's blown

Man I need some therapy but ain't nobody helpin' me

Come and meet the killer inside me killer inside me now you see

I gotta get my head together get it together pull it apart

If I put my finger on the trigger then the bullet'll start

My luck my luck is hard hard luck so I'm luckin'

I'm down wit' hard luckin' I don't give a fuck and

I be the black devil unholy Esham

Havin' flashbacks of how I shot Uncle Tom

I'm losin' it nigga

[Chorus: Project Born & Esham]

I'm losin' it man I think I'm losin' it (I'm losin' it)

I'm losin' it man I think I'm losin' it (I lost it)

[Verse 3: Half Pint]

For many many years I tried to run but I can't hide no mo'

My mind is eagerly anticipatin' for some murder ho

Shank after motherfuckin' shank is what I'm all about

Diary of a madman so hear me as I take 'em out

Puff after motherfuckin' puff as I be smokin' fry

No one knows a madman so look a killer in his eye

Take me out my misery I'm droppin' deeper to my knees

Judgment day is coming, Keep my finger on that lemon squeeze

V-I-O-L-E-N-T M-A-D-M-A-N, bitch

F-T-I-C-K no reachin' for no panic switch

Life is kinda hard to swallow so I eat it bit by bit

Must don't know who they fuckin' wit', they fuckin' wit' a lunatic

Deep inside my mind I light a candle life is meditatin'

Never ever gang related still I stay premeditated

Mentally disturbed my mind don't click I think I wanna die

I can't live my life in pain don't lay my shit up in the light

Confused got me livid so I guess I got nowhere to turn

Bitches on these nuts because they want the fuckin' ends I earn

People tell me give it up that my life is a fuckin' waste

What them bitches don't know is that Flint Michigan's a lonely place

Visions in my head gotta hunt em all across the nation

Deep up in a straight jacket sufferin' from the medication

Lost in my mind tryin' to find me a peace of mind

I'm out my fuckin' mind but still I got my fuckin' nine

Basically hit got me mixed in this fuck shit

Hop out the ghetto keep me labelled as a lunatic

How will I live? I don't know that's a tough decision

Lock me in institutions and send my black ass to prison

This is my life nigga but don't put no blues in it

Like the money in my pocket bitch I'm losin' it

[Chorus: Project Born & Nitty]

I'm losin' it man I think I'm losin' it (I'm losin' it)

[Outro: Esham]

"Yo, what's up this is Project Born and Esham and we done lost that shit…"