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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,376
Peak in subgenre #700
Author
Eso
Rights
Esotainment
Uploaded
October 27, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Living life on the edge, leave a brotha lyrically dead
From shit that I said, graduated with honors cause I always got head
Think I’m lying, then check the credits I’m down for mine
No need to tell stories, just look at me, the chicks think I’m fine
Sometimes truth is wilder than fiction in this crazy life I’m living
Listen when I’m spittin’ painting verbal pics with precision
The pen is the brush, so the canvas would be the pad
Got kats mad cause my abstract is in a whole different class
Don’t act like a fag, my rhymes are hot like the flames of a fire
Scorching these homothugs actin’ like Omar from The Wire
Check the attire, I’m simple, no gold or plat to admire
But this VA Squire requires fly kicks from your local supplier
Face dire consequences when your desire’s the crown
The court jester has amused, so for now just bow down
Cause my sound’s a different level, tippin’ the brim
Controlling the world like you were characters in The Sims
“Don’t mess with him,” But I guess these kats just don’t listen
They need intervention so they can learn to make better decisions
I step in the booth, and give you much proof I’m the truth
Showing no coof cause the right’s sure to knocks your tooth loose
Giving no excuse cause everytime I rhyme, I shine
All my lines straight like kindergarteners at lunch time
So when you hear a verse of mine, sit back and peep game
I’m the real hot boy spitting flames hotter than Lil’ Wayne
You recognize the name and flow, its vintage Eso
So you know who to blame when I come takeover the show
I’m getting the dough, always scheming to get me some mo’
Women call me 3 triple 0 because they love what’s below
Just let it flow, and listen to this real hip hop
My rhymes are like 5 0’clock traffic cause its sure to make you stop
In your tracks and listen to the nouns and verbs on wax
Kats are suspect like a mad arabs with a duffle bags on his backs
