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[Intro]
Coming live from the basement. 2015, its gon’ be a good year. You feel me. Yeah, check it, Uh..
[Hook]
Bang, bang when I hop on a beat yo
Everybody mad coz I’m doin’ ma thang yo
When I spit my bars its not that simple
Its some real shit, real hip-hop shit
They say I sound so cliché
I don’t give a fuck, I’m the muhfuckin’ Esse
When I spit my bars its not that simple
Its some real shit, real hip-hop shit
[Verse 1]
Yo
Back with that old school miracle flow
My beast turned up with my lyrical mode
‘Bout to outshine all you feminal hoes
Stop your fake grind, lazy-ass pinnochios
I got no limit
I could FLOW FOREVER like Rakim did it
Flippin’ front to back like a fuckin’ acrobatic
All you candy Wrappers so sweet, ya’ll probably are diabetic, Uh
Check it when I spit it and I do it my way
Wreck it then I flip it switch it up like LA
Turn your speakers up, I just wanna say
Never mind that, Fuck You, Have A Nice Day!!
K-Town Original, never been a criminal
Only crime, dick-writing for you pussy holes
Mindset on my vibe, always ready to spit this flow
Never test me, I’m always ready to get it on
I got an independent mind
I can think what I want, spit what I want, I can do what I want
Ton of metaphors comin’ up right at your face
Prolly you’re a goner, all your lines a disgrace
So you could blame me when your shit sound wack
Set your flows on fire blow’em up like Iraq
Bitch, I’m the bomb. You need a dispatch
Like 27/11 I’ll blow it up like TAJ!!
[Hook]
Bang, bang when I hop on a beat yo
Everybody mad coz I’m doin’ ma thang yo
When I spit my bars its not that simple
Its some real shit, real hip-hop shit
They say I sound so cliché
I don’t give a fuck, I’m the muhfuckin’ Esse
When I spit my bars its not that simple
Its some real shit, real hip-hop shit
[Verse 2]
Look, this days its not really HIP-HOP
All I hear is faggots rapping over a robot beat
All they talk about is money, sex, cars, fame, bitches. Goddamn!
What happened to the struggle, keepin’ it real in the booth, what happened to the culture
Feels like the radio plays the same song on repeat
My God, my head is getting’ really dizzy
Drag the mainstream artists down to the underground
Show’em what it really feels like to be in hell
Get tortured by the realness, the only fuckin’ word that comes outta your mouth is HELP!!
I’m from the capital, K-Town where the money can snatch away your dreams
You gotta stay awake and try not to fall asleep
Fuck a pill, I’d rather face my nightmare with my sleepy eyes goin’ green
This ain’t no place for no American Dream
You could find the stars and the stripes printed on our new white tee
Lotta race co-exists, everybody’s just racists, got me thinkin’ how do we end this
Same people, different minds
Fuck all that shit callin’ us Chinese, chinky eyes
I’d rather diss you wiith my eye-patch on, call me Jack Sparrow on Stranger’s Tide bitch!! (ARRRRRR)
[Hook]
Bang, bang when I hop on a beat yo
Everybody mad coz I’m doin’ ma thang yo
When I spit my bars its not that simple
Its some real shit, real hip-hop shit
They say I sound so cliché
I don’t give a fuck, I’m the muhfuckin’ Esse
When I spit my bars its not that simple
Its some real shit, real hip-hop shit
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