The only time they go hard’s when they having sex
Six-shotter Smith, hotter than the dragon’s breath
Original Dark Knight, I’m Adam West
My chick notice the burn, she like Sharon Gless
Deck’s official, got a whistle and pin stripes
Be Smooth B, everything Greg Nice and heads like
Son, take performance enhancers
Barry Bond flow, so they talking outlandish
The Glock that I brandish put my thoughts on the canvas
7L made the beat, CZARFACE doing damage
The god of chaos, his squad is way off
Rap life, sweatsuit, not a day off
Stay off the dilly, the bars is silly, guard your grilly
I bark at rappers like Sir Charles in Philly
I’m wild, down the back like a rotary phone
The wolf pack’s back, tell them coyotes we home
I’m that Ketel, I’m that Grey, you that bottom shelf
I am not God fearing, I am God himself
Your track was aight ’til they went and put your vocals on
You ain’t paint a picture man, that’s a photobomb
I crop you out, my mission: murder everything
You do it natural like Ken Griffey swing
Hit it out of the park, yeah I spit a powerful dart
Rough sound like bloodhounds when they bark
I got snipers that will lounge in the dark
No sound of the spark, goldfish fuck around with the shark
No bitch, no coward at heart no matter how big a part
No second thoughts I was down from the start
Toast up, lightin’ victory Ls for all you scary fools
Body froze up the rows, I could barely move
Rarely lose, see me stuntin’ in the Daily News
Verbal intercourse curl your toes like fairy shoes
Don’t worry about him
That guy’s dumber than a bag of hammers at the bottom of a frozen lake
I know your kind, I read the emails
And I seen WNBA teams with more game
You can explain?
No, I do the explaining around here
I’m gonna stick my leg so far up your behind
You’re gonna wonder why your mouth taste like boot
Seriously though
Toast to the Gods, shit is overcharged
Throw the bars around this way, you know we large
‘Bout to take it to a new plateau, you rap slow
You know the fucking name, the pterodactyl’s swooping in
Dance with the pen, Darien
The motherfucking shit a ten, don’t pretend
That you don’t know the name and you don’t know the rep
You look dumb like Greg Focker when he overslept
Slow your step, flow – it’s pimped out like custom model
trained to fight like Cus D’Amato
I get so much fan mail due to these verses
I gotta block letters like I can’t write cursive
Wow, what is it y’all
It’s real, it’s what they asked for
It’s real, it’s what they jam for
Wow, what is it y’all
It’s real, it’s what they asked for
It’s real, it’s what they jam for
Wow, what is it y’all
(Can you hear me ok, George?)
7L, Esoteric, Rebel INS, your highness
(You must choose your oxygen destroyer)
(What will become of us? And what will become of us if the weapon system they now have falls into the wrong hands)
Apocalypse wild
(Then you’ll have a responsibility no man has ever gotten)
Right now
When I’m on the scene drama is routine
I mean it’s gonna take the Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines
I’m a monster, fuck shit up – my middle name
I’mma mash out your posse like Danze and Lil ‘Fame
No block in my lane, King Kong style
Playing handball with the choppers and planes
When the beast is released I’m coming through the streets
Crushing million dollar highrises under my feet
While walking through explosions, blowing up tanks
To reciprocate the notion, showing no emotions
Nothing left behind just a path of destruction
Aftermath I’m the wrath I conduct in
Bustle up your city, beating on my chest like
You want me – come and get me, you frontin’ me is risky
I’m Godzilla with bars, the God’s illa’ with bars
It ain’t real ’til you feeling the scars
I’m Godzilla- I’m Godzilla with bars-
The Godzilla- The Godzilla- Godzilla- Godzilla- Godzilla-
I’m Godzilla- I’m Godzilla with bars-
The Godzilla- The Godzilla- Godzilla-
Hey yo, yo, hey yo, check one two and you don’t quit
My name is Esoteric, y’all, I’m the ulti-yo, yo
Check one two and you don’t quit
My name is Esoteric, y’all, I’m the ultimate, ey yo
Thought you were sick and vicious
IQ is triple sixes
My tools are too malicious
Humans are too delicious
I got my head up in the clouds and my feet in Brooklyn
Keep pushing, I flip tacks like seat cushions
I’m wild, I’m giant I’m king sized
I’m 90 Yao Mings tall, I’m 50 Fat Joes wide
Yeah, the ’93 versions these person don’t need a surgeon
Keep searching for the bodies deep beneath the earth and
My footprint is bigger than Fenway Park
When they start shooting I will end they heart
My pen stay smart, your pen dumb and dull
Numb to your numbers, you a numbnuts numbskull
We spitting lyrical and leave the mic on critical
And make the crowd get physical
We official too, we don’t hit you with that bullshit
We just stick to the principles
So we dissin’ fools, whip ’em through with the clip full
And we far from the typical
We official too, we don’t hit you with that bullshit
We just stick to the principles
“You goin’ to the authorities describing a giant prehistoric lizard
That spits fire, well… they’ll just put you away for a long time”
“But we saw them captain, you saw those monsters, they’re real”
“But I know just when to keep my mouth shut, sir
Have another drink Mr. Bishop”
“I don’t want anymore
We gotta report what we saw captain, don’t you understand?
They are two of the most monstrous
Creatures any man’s ever seen”
Inhuman voice – Black Bolt level, get it?
2015 rappers bang on Reddit
Sit your ass down like a Marvel end credit
The bonus scene’s next when your whole team get wrecked
You need to spark up a spliff to get they bars up
While I’m lifting cars up, this the wrong tree to bark up
I carve up a Hollywood actor in back of Starbucks
And hop out the dumpster all bloody
You feeling star struck
Because the star struck his body like storm shadow
I’m pulling off in an Escalade, now follow the star’s truck
Another Czar cut, every day I’m hustling
That’s word to Rick Ross and his bizarre cut
Yeah, it’s large, what
Here’s a large cup of the puke I barfed up
And it’s still more appealing than your shit ’cause it’s horseshit
You got your wheel spinning but you leavin’ no treads
Like a broken moped, your ho falls for cokeheads
And Broke heads with no bread
You get brave then you catch Heat like Javy López
I be Merker, I’m spazzing like my arms
Hosting the ghost of Tom Glavine
You so hood but no good, you go wood like log cabins
(We going right in)
My execution is sharper than tools from Brutus the Barber
A shark is loose in the harbor, and yes I’m proving I’m smarter
Than Isaac Asimov and Garry Kasparov
You can marry like David Hasselho-
Ha, ha, I can’t even finish that
You happy? Where the fuck are my cynics at
Turn off your smartphones, they trying to enslave us
I got bars, I should write for cats like Jim Davis
Write for cats, for cats, yeah I know
Czarface, fast like car chase
Wait, hear him out
I want to join your group
But first
You kids out there running my shit?
Good, good, good, good
If they just let me see her once and a while, you know
You seem
You know and the thing is is like a lot of people I think
If we’re so stupid how could we come up with the melody and
You know it’s such a big handicap but we did
And just imagine if my man Beethoven
Had a fucking sampler
Exactly, if he had a DJ
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