7L & ESOTERIC - Warlords lyrics

rate me

Yeah, Celph Titled

The motherfucking doctor of destruction

Back with the Eso-teri-smack-ya'll

It does what it does cause we do what we do, let's go

Finesse, keep a tech 9 in my dresser

Lyrical professor, keep you under pressure

Mind like a thousand computers, you better re-rout your maneuvers

Cause my soldier recruiters murder producers

And blast holes through your promo-poster

With black bazookas, we not playin dice

But we some certified crap shooters

Rap barracudas, Kill it better, pass the Budda

We put a stop to your weight watching yet you're still a fat loser

It's disappointing but I got bigger fish to fry

Super-size a Great White, that's the type of fish I fry

You didn't listen guy, I done told you

Got you stuck off the railings and that's what done told you

(Can you stop rhyming the same phrases?)

No.

My brain's been misplaced in a vacant space basement that the cavemen made

I drank some razor blades right before I ate grenades

Then I swam with Crocodiles in a pool of Gatorade

And this might be, Murder-Death-Kill part 3

But since then me and ES grew sharp sharp teeth

Carve apart our beefs into aardvark meat

A steak tar tar treat in a charred car seat

You can get it however you want it, little crumb

I can leave the microphone bloody, crippled drums

I'm a fucking warlord, blood-stained floors

I'm the opposite of pure drugs

You want the god of war? Man I'm a connoisseur

A piece of love in my life is more foreign than your corner store

Lump you, dump you, straight to the waters floor

Pump you, slash you, knife you, mask and glove, midnight you

But just not write you, cause I ain't like you

You're just a fag, your double-time raps?

Just twice as bad than anything you ever had

Shit talk and you're zip locked

Bagging you up, and I don't mean Glad

Stacking you up and I don't hear your mans laughing it up no more

Running his mouth, or backing it up no more

Leaving battle fields scattering shields

Shatter bodies and tattered rags

Smoking guns in my saddle bag

Cracking tags in the badge off of those that remain

So I remember the names

Of those slain on this rugged terrain, fucko!

In war I run at foes with a cut axe

I rhyme like we under attack

I rhyme like Rakim is sitting on my back

Critiquing every rhyme, he's weakening my spine but strengthens every line

To the dismantling of a great mind

Can Chris Hansen save our kids on Datline?

I drink a rich swine with a bit of strick nine

(Ain't) No one in my mind, I'm never gonna see my prime

I'm getting mine's, by, any, means, necessary

Karma, they're my adversaries

Is it imaginary or just as scary

That wars worth more than blood on my capillaries

I'm not playin kid, I'll never take up (arms)

In this cold world, I just chill with frost

I'm hardcore, worse more than

A beast who creeps across floorboards - on all fours

The Art of Warlord.

Yeah we afraid of nothing

You ain't built for this, you a plush to you made a stuffing

You ain't kill for this, You a slug boy, I'm here to snuff it

I'm a soldier raised on pain and suffering

You a wussy that be softer than a plate of muffins

I'm the type to transform a sand storm into man form

Like Flint Marco

A premonition like I jetted in on Donnie Darko

These DJs have been in vinyl

Now they frontin with disc breaks like Monte Carlos

My sound wave will ravage and rumble

What you rappers just stumble over your words, you actually tumble

I'm back in a bundle, I came first like the go-bots(?)

My sight kill you lost boys, eat maggots like mic kills

Dream majic, I write I'll

You sleep past the night thrill

I smash thugs with frosty mugs, there's your rice grill

Your mind has more poker dots than a white dress at Nascar

While I'm a party animal, I rep to the last bar

"At least we know this much Perry

Eso will stop at nothing to pursuit to rule

Therefore, he must be stopped"

"He's a very clever arch criminal who must be put away"

"I have escaped from Arkam Asylum and revenge will be sweet"

Thanks to Isaiah, son for correcting these lyrics