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lirik lagu 7l esoteric – graphic violence


i take it to the streets carjack 5-0
pack toast like breakfast to go let ya know
up front that in my trunk i got this big -ss bag
when opened up it resembles a weapons show
wrap sheet in black heat for murder and death
the pistol on me that i rock it ain’t by mitch-ll and ness
i be medicinal tests cuz i’m sick in the brain
sick of the game, never sick of just inflictin’ this pain
i’m thinkin’ names on the reg like a break for the third leg
weeks later, wind up in the woods like a birds egg
i got the knife now limbs i’m hackin’ off
plus i fire techs like layers do mackintosh
slackin’ off ain’t allowed when you’re on a mission
to annihilate entire nightclub crowds
emptyin’ every clip, i’m fightin’ all types of sh-t
i’ve been hit, i really like this sh-t
some m-th-f-ckas should be payin’ me to write their sh-t
whilin’ out bangin’ out bicardi bites and sh-t
i won’t settle, i deserve a medal
vigilante rebel bout to take it to the next level

[cop talking over radio]
units in area come in, code 11–352
drug dealing suspect sighted in vicinity
on route to reported drug transaction
investigate immediately

i load up the glock i line cats in chalk
lotta pigs pullin’ triggers to blaze ya whole block
stick a plate in ya chest, give you, a grim death
don’t, pretend to save i grade the skin flesh
my retinas steam but it’s wrapped in violence
when i, close my eyes i see visions of tyrants

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lock and load f-ck buryin’ heaters
i’m ruthless like a mother tryin’ to bury a fetus
i’ll wet you up like you stuck in the rain
hit you in the jugular vain i’m pluggin’ ya brain

[guy talking]
ya punk -ss wanna try somethin’ with me?

yeah what’s that f-ck that
m-th-f-ckas bustin’ at me i bust back
sword blaze my forte you can’t floor shay
my style is negative like the image i portray
change descriptions, let my beard grow
i’m weird though, drunk off a jose cuervoe
tryin’ to make it to the next bar without crackin’ a whip
5-0s start crackin’ the whip
do a search find crack in the whip
grab 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 that
you ain’t killin’ me you ain’t takin’ me alive
i ain’t goin out like that”

[gunshots stop while man is talking to (esoteric)]
yo, take that sh-t the f-ck up outta there
what i tell you bout makin’ all that (no)
ya tech? ya tech tech ya -ss to bed god dammit (no no)
no more xbox for you for a week (no)
i’m sick a this, matter fact f-ck that (takes off his belt)
c’mon boy, i’m bout to whoop that (beats esoteric with belt)
m-th-f-cka, take that m-th-f-cka (esoteric cries)
aw h-ll boy, stop that cryin’
i didn’t raise me no little bytch!