Ezko - S. H. E. E. N (Strong Hearted Extraordinary Everyday Niggas) lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Aye, my names Ezko
And im a strong-hearted extraordinary everyday nigga
I'm a Sheen muhfucka
Yeah
(Verse)
I figured I'd take it back to the pen and pad
And write these lyrics and raise some spirits and make some mad
And tell you how my life was crashin', cause of my passion
Imagine us moving from an apartment to a mansion
I have a dream
And I won't sleep till I make it happen
Won't cheat and won't weep in one week
Id be the main attraction your brains relaxing
My brains in action with great reactions
I feel like Joseph
How I beat mics to make these Jacksons
I started rapping when niggas didn't think it was cool
Back of the school
Smoking weed, flashing the jewels
Actin a fool
Yelling M.O.B
Now I'm honest when I'm on it
I vomit I O.D
Never been the type to see the hype
I take some shit and make it nice
Never been
Hesitant to trigger my element
Niggas is hating
Niggas is feminine
Precedent evidence, lyrics benevolent
Hatin' on me though I'm just truly eminent
Hatin' my raps and the manner I'm telling it
Lyrics as dope as the manner I'm selling it
(Hook)
After realizing, to master enterprising
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I was in
If the game shakes me or breaks me
I hope it makes me a better man
Take a better stand
(Verse)
I'm behind my barz till I die
Like the judge gave me life nigga
Thats right nigga
I'mma always paint the right picture
The right mixture to write verses that people quote
Evil jokes
Thats me describing the shit that people wrote
Ya bars' soap
You drop em and get fucked
Never been a dancer but I guarantee I get Bucks
A plus
Thank us, otherwise I know you mad as shit
Homer when I rap, I take the microphone and strangle it
Its nonstop
They sucking niggas like bomb pops
Sleeping on me
When your alarm clock is a bomb drop
I spit raps
They drop rhymes a little bit
I drop bombs that make Hiroshima feel like a little bitch
So pass the torch while I wait for Yoda to pass the force
I passed the course
Married to the game homie im passed divorce
I hear em now
Screaming in the crowd saying wow
Ezko's bout to kill it
He gon make us proud
And when the deeds done
My name will forever remain
Ever to reign
Part of your brain
Man my life will not be the same
(Hook)
After realizing, to master enterprising
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I was in
If the game shakes me or breaks me
I hope it makes me a better man
Take a better stand
(Verse)
On the microphone I make my art
I heard that was the place to start
Get in the studio make a new movie yo
Have em all listen im laying my heart
I take em apart
N figure out wat makes em tick
Makes em think
That all their favorite rappers are major sick
You got a better chance of beating the wheel of fortune
Than in my recordings
Cuz I blew the mind of the headless horseman
So get to recording
On the track im the black Jeff Gordon
Im Michael Jordan getting stoned like I fuck with gorgons
I feel like Norman
Bates pick a place
While I start the chase
Pick up ya pace
Or else you'll have to pick up ya face
N that's my message to rappers that think they're competition
I'mma listen
Then attack you on
All your compositions
And my position missionary
Take you all to church
I never had a visionary that could really do some work
For what its worth
Im worth more than you've ever seen
I father you bastards then deny you like you Billie Jean
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Thanks to constantinv
