7L & Esoteric

7L & Esoteric - Grace Of Gods lyrics

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Hey hey what we gon' do is we gon' get the DJ to give us a few jigga jiggas So we can get this shit on the road and 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 it I rip out your frame and make no bones about it ES, shout it, my style slams dark My rhymes start to combine like dry humps and hand jobs You need a fade that's a blowout jack You get MJ on broadway and couldnt stay to come back Our rags pricy like a reesey Gs While the twelfth collect dust like pcp fiends I see through teens like X-ray machines The smart dads take they kids evil schemes (You know all these motherfuckers) My man will disgrace y'all With y'all threaten marriage and the fantasy baseball Who's gonna sign me? Underground rapper got the game down pat like you in the rally Ready to die like an airline jacker Crush your skull give you a hairline fracture I got hotties on the back burna They won't go away like bodies on the back burna Did you rhyme? I'd rather people mime Keep your feeble mind got less lines and equal signs [Chorus] no doubt you don't know what it's about I don't mean to boast but damn if I'm grey Won't get it on I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others no doubt you don't know what it's about I don't mean to boast but damn if I'm grey Every 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 bronze It's a rapper writin a critic and artist to business To clan that's all the shit makes you want opinions we give it, dig it If you get too deep for real when you rock And the attention levels drop when people look at they watch Wait against money, on a balance scale time flies Your mind's controlled by presidents that aren't even alive Old dogs learn new tricks they can spit on our class I teach an ol' pit to flip and saw a rapper in half The last rapper stop beefin' and he showed to the man Now they beefin' just to see who's our number one fan Compressed to the glance, people keep my world on enter The he's and she's and every species in placenta Heat rises warm up the crib, prayin in cold rubber The baby stop cryin' and the plants grow better [Chorus]

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