Yeah
You know what you get when you put Esoteric
With Black and stand in outer space?
That's strictly Pharaoh business right there
So put your hands on the fucking table
Word up
Uh, yes, yes, y'all, who rock the best?
It's the B-L-A-C, play the strip without rocking
A vest I'm saluted in the hood where I'm from
In a spot where most of these rap niggas really can't come
Moving slow in an M3, feeling like B-I-G
Yellow gold Christ, the eyes made of rubies
And like Bobby Fischer, strategical moves, B
Some play hard, but still lose the game
Especially when they chasing money, bitches and fame at the bodega
Dope in the back, crack in the front
Some dope crack in they blunt
Exhale, smooth as string of bell
High class clientele, took an indie deal
And then I blew off of that shit
That's like flipping eight balls to bricks
Grinding hard with the wisdoms of master Farad
I trap at the bodega like I trap in the yard
Corner store, dice ricochet, off a stack of more
Back and forth wordplay, niggas trapping up for war
Black scully with the black thermal, niggas often mad purple
Timberlands is in again, the villains and I'm fast to merk you
My circle of thieves disturbing your peace
My version of beef is heated to alerting degrees
Earth is to feast, every continent is my condiment
And every consonant is looking for a vowel to compliment
I'm complex and you could tell if you had common sense
But that's not rap, shit gotta make some kinda sense
I'm a mess if you ain't noticed by now though
My foul flow is up there where the clouds go
The crowd go ape shit when the curtain open
Beethoven bar count, bounce I emerge with a potion
But tomorrow, man, it's back to the concrete
The block that made me to help me define street
Coming from the muscle, add a little hustle
On the corner grinding, add it to the struggle
Walking over puddles, dodging all the raindrops
Trouble in the waters and it's on us till the game stop
Coming from the muscle, add a little hustle
On the corner grinding, add it to the struggle
Walking over puddles, dodging all the raindrops
Trouble in the waters and it's on us till the game stop
Bodega rap, dutchie in the quarter water
Young bull outside looking like he want to slaughter
I got the potent product, I fulfill them orders
50 Grand right through the custom borders
Give us a little room, why you all up on us?
These our last days but can't nobody harm us
You's a little buzz, I'm a mushroom cloud
I'm a nuclear warhead that will hunt you down
For the rock and prowl, pour the rocks is loud
Speak easy, drink liquor, pour the rocks right out
Put thoughts in the paper, thoughts in the spaceship
Parallel universe got me caught in the matrix
Spaced out, I can't get back to the basics
So it's back to the future where we hustle off bass kicks
We in the land of the lost, don't try to trace this
My food for thought so big you couldn't taste it
Pause
Murderous messiah rap, find me in the streets like a tire track
I ain't talking Detroit stacks when I be saying y'all some lie sacks
But shit, my entire track's a fire trap
We mic'd up like wiretaps, I attack like a vampire
That's the reason y'all be skating off the scene
It's ES and AOTP's the team and we always connect
War child on the speed dial playing on the text
Got an iPhone app for when I phone app
In rap, I'm self-made like the catalog
And the only time you G'd up when studio time's freed up
My people will beat the beat up
I mean well, you better read up
We shitting up on your hood and we leaving the fucking seat up
Y'all don't want to meet up unless y'all can call your feet up
AOTP will heat the street up
You got beef?
You better speak up
We tear your team in half, shake the league up
Coming from the muscle, add a little hustle
On the corner grinding, add it to the struggle
Walking over puddles, dodging all the raindrops
Trouble in the waters and it's on us till the game stop
Coming from the muscle, add a little hustle
On the corner grinding, add it to the struggle
Walking over puddles, dodging all the raindrops
Trouble in the waters and it's on us till the game stop
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