Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: 71 and EsotericНазвание : Call Me E.s.Данные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Aiyyo, 1-2 Yo yo [Verse 1] I cool out on the west coast, lamp in the east If your rappin for change, then I`d be dancin for peace A pretty boy gangsta with his pants in a crease Spike the Berrier, spike the campus police Now I don`t give a fuck if it`s your aunt or your neice Best man or ya priest, your fam`s gettin deceased Cuz I keep shit hot, like a flannel or fleece And bringin dimes this way is sand to the beach Relax to the sun, I get harrassed by the ton Want to beat you for money son, I`ll smack him for fun I represent the east baby, that`s where I`m from I`ll smoke you on the mic, and blacken your lungs I keep my girls close like I`m packin a gun By the foot of my bed, where my jacket is hung A callabo, I don`t see it happenin son And a battle, I don`t see you lastin through one [Hook] I`m taggin rappers out, cuz they`re way off base And see `em try and take the lead as I rock the place Esoteric fell off? No that`s not the case I`m standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race [Verse 2] I`m ready to wreck ya, sever ya sector Speak of my hands, just let the 7L lecture, Don`t put it past me, like your the firearm, and I`m the metal detector, I`m here to protect ya My rhyme is the paint, and the beat is the texture Interrior design, when I rhyme I affect ya Say it`s amazing, +Trail Blazin+ like Drexler In my act, you play the bad wreckin extra Sorry homeboy, didn`t mean to upset ya You wanna grab the mic, but your hand won`t let ya Cuz it knows that if you do, you`ll go home on a stretcher Call the ambulance on the cell to come get`cha I do this type of shit right here, just for pleasure Stress relief, wait `til my next release I`ll be hittin every station like a press release 7L & Esoteric, hip-hop expertise [Hook] I`m taggin rappers out, cuz they`re way off base I see `em tryin to take a lead as I rock the place Esoteric fell off? No that`s not the case I`m standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race {scratching - "They call me E.S. the Overlord of Fresh"} [Verse 3] I smack the new jacks just to add to the stats My massive attack leaves your anatomy flat I`m not mad at you black, yo I`m gad that you rap As a matter of fact, cats are ? wack Now your askin for that, maybe a pat on the back Yo I`ll tell you your phat, and sound phat on that track Then I`ll show up, where ya have the factories at Grab a batterin axe, you start to shatter ya gats And that`ll be that, make sure everythings workin I get heads open like a, brain surgeon When I came splurgin, veterans became virgins First they wanna battle but now, they ain`t certain Rhyme like a tech nine, it`s the God-offilis Clappin on command like a studio, audience You could take a dope sample, chop it up or loop it But still can`t freak it like Joe, some cats proved it [Hook] 2x I`m taggin rappers out, cuz they`re way off base And see `em try and take the lead as I rock the place Esoteric fell off? No that`s not the case I`m standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race {scratching - "They call me E.S. the Overlord of Fresh"} [repeat until end] | Похожие исполнители: |
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