7l Esoteric Call Me Es Lyrics

Call Me Es Lyrics

[Esoteric]



Aiyyo, 1-2



Yo yo







[Verse 1]



I cool out on the west coast, lamp in the east



If your rappin for change, then I'd be dancin for peace



A pretty boy gangsta with his pants in a crease



Spike the Berrier, spike the campus police



Now I don't give a fuck if it's your aunt or your neice



Best man or ya priest, your fam's gettin deceased



Cuz I keep shit hot, like a flannel or fleece



And bringin dimes this way is sand to the beach



Relax to the sun, I get harrassed by the ton



Want to beat you for money son, I'll smack him for fun



I represent the east baby, that's where I'm from



I'll smoke you on the mic, and blacken your lungs



I keep my girls close like I'm packin a gun



By the foot of my bed, where my jacket is hung



A callabo, I don't see it happenin son



And a battle, I don't see you lastin through one







[Hook]



I'm taggin rappers out, cuz they're way off base



And see 'em try and take the lead as I rock the place



Esoteric fell off? No that's not the case



I'm standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race







[Verse 2]



I'm ready to wreck ya, sever ya sector



Speak of my hands, just let the 7L lecture,



Don't put it past me, like your the firearm,



and I'm the metal detector, I'm here to protect ya



My rhyme is the paint, and the beat is the texture



Interrior design, when I rhyme I affect ya



Say it's amazing, +Trail Blazin+ like Drexler



In my act, you play the bad wreckin extra



Sorry homeboy, didn't mean to upset ya



You wanna grab the mic, but your hand won't let ya



Cuz it knows that if you do, you'll go home on a stretcher



Call the ambulance on the cell to come get'cha



I do this type of shit right here, just for pleasure



Stress relief, wait 'til my next release



I'll be hittin every station like a press release



7L & Esoteric, hip-hop expertise







[Hook]



I'm taggin rappers out, cuz they're way off base



I see 'em tryin to take a lead as I rock the place



Esoteric fell off? No that's not the case



I'm standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race







{scratching - "They call me E.S. the Overlord of Fresh"







[Verse 3]



I smack the new jacks just to add to the stats



My massive attack leaves your anatomy flat



I'm not mad at you black, yo I'm gad that you rap



As a matter of fact, cats are ? wack



Now your askin for that, maybe a pat on the back



Yo I'll tell you your phat, and sound phat on that track



Then I'll show up, where ya have the factories at



Grab a batterin axe, you start to shatter ya gats



And that'll be that, make sure everythings workin



I get heads open like a, brain surgeon



When I came splurgin, veterans became virgins



First they wanna battle but now, they ain't certain



Rhyme like a tech nine, it's the God-offilis



Clappin on command like a studio, audience



You could take a dope sample, chop it up or loop it



But still can't freak it like Joe, some cats proved it







[Hook] 2x



I'm taggin rappers out, cuz they're way off base



And see 'em try and take the lead as I rock the place



Esoteric fell off? No that's not the case



I'm standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race







{scratching - "They call me E.S. the Overlord of Fresh"



[repeat until end]