Текст песни 7L and Esoteric - Graphic Violence
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[Esoteric]I take it to the streets carjack 5-0Pack toast like breakfast to go let ya knowUp front that in my trunk I got this big ass bagWhen opened up it resembles a weapons showWrap sheet in black heat for murder and deathThe pistol on me that I rock it ain’t by Mitchell and NessI be medicinal tests cuz I’m sick in the brainSick of the game, never sick of just inflictin’ this painI’m thinkin’ names on the reg like a break for the third legWeeks later, wind up in the woods like a birds eggI got the knife now limbs I’m hackin’ offPlus I fire techs like layers do MackintoshSlackin’ off ain’t allowed when you’re on a missionTo annihilate entire nightclub crowdsEmptyin’ every clip, I’m fightin’ all types of shitI’ve been hit, I really like this shitSome muthafuckas should be payin’ me to write their shitWhilin’ out bangin’ out Bicardi bites and shitI won’t settle, I deserve a medalVigilante rebel bout to take it to the next level[Cop Talking Over Radio]Units in area come in, code 11–352Drug dealing suspect sighted in vicinityOn route to reported drug transactionInvestigate immediately[Esoteric]I load up the glock I line cats in chalkLotta pigs pullin’ triggers to blaze ya whole blockStick a plate in ya chest, give you, a grim deathDon’t, pretend to save I grade the skin fleshMy retinas steam but it’s wrapped in violenceWhen I, close my eyes I see visions of tyrantsLock and load fuck buryin’ heatersI’m ruthless like a mother tryin’ to bury a fetusI’ll wet you up like you stuck in the rainHit you in the jugular vain I’m pluggin’ ya brain[Guy Talking]Ya punk ass wanna try somethin’ with me?[Esoteric]Yeah what’s that fuck thatMuthafuckas bustin’ at me I bust backSword blaze my forte you can’t floor ShayMy style is negative like the image I portrayChange descriptions, let my beard growI’m weird though, drunk off a Jose CuervoeTryin’ to make it to the next bar without crackin’ a whip5-0s start crackin’ the whipDo a search find crack in the whipGrab a jacket and split [cop yells “hold it right there”]I’ll be back in a bit now I’m packin’ a clip[Beat stops, gunshots fire while Esoteric yells]“I ain’t goin’ nowhere, take that take thatYou ain’t killin’ me you ain’t takin’ me aliveI ain’t goin out like that”[Gunshots stop while man is talking to (Esoteric)]Yo, take that shit the fuck up outta thereWhat I tell you bout makin’ all that (no)Ya Tech? ya Tech Tech ya ass to bed god dammit (no no)No more XBOX for you for a week (no)I’m sick a this, matter fact fuck that (takes off his belt)C’mon boy, I’m bout to whoop that (beats Esoteric with belt)Muthafucka, take that muthafucka (Esoteric cries)Aw hell boy, stop that cryin’I didn’t raise me no little bytch!