7L & ESOTERIC

7L & ESOTERIC - Yell At Us lyrics

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(feat. Apathy, Celph Titled)

[Celph Titled]

Yo, let me tell y'all something

This ain't motherfuckin' rap music, this is motherfuckin' slap music

And no faggot ass bitches get slapped the fuck up on a daily basis

7L keeping it Godzilla on the track

All hail Apathy, the Eso-pterodactyl

and yours truly, Celph motherfuckin' Titled

[Celph Titled]

Yo I'm a motherfuckin' legend in the streets and I don't care about rap

When my gun goes off they call me Grand Master Flash

Blast your wig off when I pulled his hair trigger

Water park your body slide you down the Hudson River

Listen carefully my flows be best in the cypher

Or come close, get cosy next to the fire

I got golf trophies and croquet hammers, propane canisters in my garage next

to dead bodies and fertilizer sard

With rifles in odd places in the aquarium with fish water

Out in the kitchen inside the dish washer

Oh so gangsta tell me I'm wrong

Frontin' on the block you wasn't sellin' coke on

You was singing folk songs

Riding your bike with tight coats on

Throwing smoke bombs on old folks lawns

And thats as gully as you got

You ain't throwin' the darts

I got nuclear bombs that make you glow in the dark

I'm like McGyver with weapons, respect the guard when he shouting

I can make a gun with just a Pepsi can and a soldering iron

Better duck 'cause these bullets might go through

the right view of those tinted light blue bifocals

My knife owes you, penetration for sure

I'm a rap cannibal on the second leg of my tore

Whether you Scorpio or Sagittarius

I keep a gat next to my hairy nuts and never scared to bust

[Chorus]

[Celph Titled]

Ain't no need to holla

Bring it on and just yell at us

Demigodz, we official hell rappers

Fight to the death, hold your team for ransom

Ready for war whenever we chant this anthem (2X)

[Apathy]

I leave this track destroyed a blackened void

Like the earth's just collided with an asteroid

Chicks avoid these ignorant boys

who pick apart sexual freaks like Sigmund Freud

I'm the bitch fucker, slut sticker, ho I'd probably hit you

I'm chemically imbalanced baby I got issues

The type thats gettin brains on an am-track train

While they cracking open the vile of anthrax sprayin

Mind of Confucius

Tongue fork like Judas

Concentration of Buddhist and fists like a pugilist

You stupid bitches are too superstitious

Terrified of Y2K computer glitches

But now it's 2003 we're in a war

Where you clutch ya throat, choke & gag on the floor

From invisible fumes who reach physical doom

Till' we fuck up the planet and gotta' live on the moon

I travel underwater, twenty-thousand leagues

In a Bio-Dome bubble where I struggle to breathe

Where the light doesn't reach so it's trouble to read

So I rock off the top while they juggle the beat

Where it's so cold humans gotta' cuddle for heat

I'll probably loose my mind and chuckle for weeks

While up on the streets humans mutate into beasts

Then eat the flesh of deceased you'll never rest in peace

[Chorus]

[Esoteric]

I'm sick of you all

If rap was hoop give me the ball

Then I'll pierce you like Ricky or Paul

Cities will fall like Pompei

Here's a buck fifty, it's on Shay

My words deep like I wrote this shit upon clay

Demigodz, the squad is on a power trip

Like Colin Powell on acid doing foul shit

You claim your guns enforce

But the only iron you ever pulled was on a golf course

(Make money) Yes that is the plan

And I know it like my girl knows the back of my hand (haaa)

y'all put me to sleep y'all poetry's dull

I got a splitting headache from cracking so many skulls

I blaze the booth

(y'all fake)

Shay's the truth

I beast motherfuckers like Beowulf

I need five microphones, four clones of Catherine Zeta-Jones

Three whips to rome, two homes and a gold throne

I throw stones at glass cribs

Fuck up parties and crack ribs

Ya'll throw blanks like mad-libs

A.O.T.P. shook rappers call police (siren)

I'll leave your brain lookin' like a Jackson Pollock piece

I'm an Altered beast

Ya'll are geese soon to be deceased

Bow to the cheif, you fuckers need a preist

No peace, step to Esoteric if you want it

And get killed by bars like a raging alcoholic

[Chorus]

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