Текст песни 7L and Esoteric f Rise - Grace of Gods
7L and Esoteric f Rise - Grace of Gods слова песни
Hey hey what we gon` do is we gon` get the DJto give us a few jigga jiggasSo we can get this shit on the roadand get it started, know what I`m sayin?Yo, rise, 7L, Esoteric, Demigods 1-2, Axis(I got this)What you want?[Esoteric]You pack chrome I doubt itI rip out your frame and make no bones about itES, shout it, my style slams darkMy rhymes start to combine like dry humps and hand jobsYou need a fade that`s a blowout jackYou get MJ on broadway and couldnt stay to come backOur rags pricy like a reesey GsWhile the twelfth collect dust like pcp fiendsI see through teens like X-ray machinesThe smart dads take they kids evil schemes(You know all these motherfuckers)My man will disgrace y`allWith y`all threaten marriage and the fantasy baseballWho`s gonna sign me?Underground rapper got the game down pat like you in the rallyReady to die like an airline jackerCrush your skull give you a hairline fractureI got hotties on the back burnaThey won`t go away like bodies on the back burnaDid you rhyme? I`d rather people mimeKeep your feeble mind got less lines and equal signs[Chorus]no doubt you don`t know what it`s aboutI don`t mean to boast but damn if I`m greyWon`t get it onI`m not a biter I`m a writer for myself and othersno doubt you don`t know what it`s aboutI don`t mean to boast but damn if I`m greyEvery line that I recite I consider it art[Rise]Ready before the sound checks, before the "You next on`s"A crew this strong, mics that we use get bronzeIt`s a rapper writin a critic and artist to businessTo clan that`s all the shit makes you want opinions we give it, dig itIf you get too deep for real when you rockAnd the attention levels drop when people look at they watchWait against money, on a balance scale time fliesYour mind`s controlled by presidents that aren`t even aliveOld dogs learn new tricks they can spit on our classI teach an ol` pit to flip and saw a rapper in halfThe last rapper stop beefin` and he showed to the manNow they beefin` just to see who`s our number one fanCompressed to the glance, people keep my world on enterThe he`s and she`s and every species in placentaHeat rises warm up the crib, prayin in cold rubberThe baby stop cryin` and the plants grow better[Chorus]