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(Intro: Esoteric) |
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Yo, yo, It's the E.S. |
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Brought a couple of cats with me |
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*************t's about to get sticky |
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Yo, yo |
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(Verse 1: Esoteric) |
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I used to think drinking was a real disgrace |
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Now I drink till I can't feel my face |
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Drink till I can't feel the bass |
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Up in Magic Mike's truck |
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Till I'm like what, till my eyes shut |
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See me in the S class with a fly slut |
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While I see your ass with a messenger bag |
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Locking your bike up |
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I strike up a conversation with the heroine |
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And shoot myself in the foot like using heroin |
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******* with the three of us, you could never win |
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Cause that was back then, now I stack yen |
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Date Asian chicks only to attract ends |
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Cause every white chick I date likes my black friends |
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When I'm 65, I'm a have a black Benz |
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Bald, with a monocle, with a black lens |
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Buy mad art and take a part in wack trends |
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In a midlife crisis with cash to spend |
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(Chorus: Esoteric) |
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Cats don't even want it with my crew |
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Don't want this to escalate to something |
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That they just is, just cause |
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There's just no ******* with these |
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Devastating emcees |
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(We devastating) |
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And since you don't seem to understand |
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You can ask your man |
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He can tell you all about the mics that we rip |
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When we're living as these |
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Devastating emcees |
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(We devastating) |
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(Verse 2: Celph Titled) |
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I spark fights with the mic |
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And leave the pop screen in shambles |
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************* your mother doggy style |
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While I be gripping on her love handles |
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I use a sample and make it unrecognizable |
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My squad could fire you |
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With the mac 11 ignitable |
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Piss on a bible while you pray to your God |
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I do a tour in Shalamon, get infinite head nods |
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My insignia resembles that of rockets being launched |
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Record the sound of your head exploding |
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And put it in a song |
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Dead you on a remix, making beats in the graveyard |
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We off the hook, the map, the meat rack and the ******* radar |
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Stuck up hoes, how many times I gotta tell you, right |
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I'd rather ************* a fat ************* with big ******* and cellulite |
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*************s is shook, coming at me trying to act hard |
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When I know you watch Star Trek in a Captain Picard leotard |
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Numb you quick, smash your head into a juke box |
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Which in effect, will put you in a studio with Big and 'Pac |
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I'm no joke like Arsenio Hall stand up |
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In a title bout, I'll still knock you out, even in handcuffs |
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This is the lingo for the next level *************s |
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Who put hand grenades in teddy bears |
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And give 'em out at Chris*******as |
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With precise accuracy, destroy anatomies |
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I'm that ************* that gave that mother ******* apple |
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To Adam and Eve |
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Y'all ain't ready for the return of the hog *************t |
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Esoteric, Apathy and Celph Titled with the rawness |
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(Chorus: Esoteric) |
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Cats don't even want it with my crew |
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Don't want this to escalate to something |
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That they just is, just cause |
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There's just no ******* with these |
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Devastating emcees |
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(We devastating) |
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And since you don't seem to understand |
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You can ask your man |
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He can tell you all about the mics that we rip |
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When we're living as these |
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Devastating emcees |
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(We devastating) |
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(Verse 3: Apathy) |
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Now that the Gods are older |
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Roll with whole squads of soldiers |
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And an entourage of broads |
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To massage our shoulders |
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I only keep hoes to fold clothes and laundry |
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Feed me and fan me with leaves from a palm tree |
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Sitting on a chrome like I'm Caesar in Rome |
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They point my joints in they whips |
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So they speakers are blown |
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When I speak, better let it seep deep in your dome |
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I'm like God, turning blasphemous people to stone |
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Since the first chromosomes created in sea foam |
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I dragged my human bones to a plush beach home |
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When the serpent tried to trick me into copping his fruit |
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I slipped the *************t in Eve's drink and started knocking her boots |
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I'm like God, ************* Mother Earth, started breaking atoms |
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Sexually you're weak, your freaks faking orgasms |
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I'm electromagnetically charged |
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Till bolts of lightning explode through the |
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Tips of my big pens when I'm writing |
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The fire starter, my esophagus burns phosphorous |
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Soft carcass encased in sarcophagus to burst in flames |
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Thugs got to reverse their range |
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Cause when my verse is in range, the words hurts their brains |
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Experts convert the verses into virtual shots |
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You feel the force like paratroopers in vertical drops |
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The Demigodz like the firing squad with teks shooting |
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Three clips to remix this public execution |
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(Chorus: Esoteric) |
