Grace of Gods

Hey hey what we gon' do is we gon' get the DJ

to give us a few jigga jiggas

So we can get this shit on the road

and get it started, know what I'm sayin?

Yo, rise, 7L, Esoteric, Demigods 1-2, Axis

(I got this)

What you want?

[Esoteric]

You pack chrome I doubt it

I rip out your frame and make no bones about it

ES, shout it, my style slams dark

My rhymes start to combine like dry humps and hand jobs

You need a fade that's a blowout jack

You get MJ on broadway and couldnt stay to come back

Our rags pricy like a reesey Gs

While the twelfth collect dust like pcp fiends

I see through teens like X-ray machines

The smart dads take they kids evil schemes

(You know all these motherfuckers)

My man will disgrace y'all

With y'all threaten marriage and the fantasy baseball

Who's gonna sign me?

Underground rapper got the game down pat like you in the rally

Ready to die like an airline jacker

Crush your skull give you a hairline fracture

I got hotties on the back burna

They won't go away like bodies on the back burna

Did you rhyme? I'd rather people mime

Keep your feeble mind got less lines and equal signs

[Chorus]

no doubt you don't know what it's about

I don't mean to boast but damn if I'm grey

Won't get it on

I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others

no doubt you don't know what it's about

I don't mean to boast but damn if I'm grey

Every line that I recite I consider it art

[Rise]

Ready before the sound checks, before the "You next on's"

A crew this strong, mics that we use get bronze

It's a rapper writin a critic and artist to business

To clan that's all the shit makes you want opinions we give it, dig it

If you get too deep for real when you rock

And the attention levels drop when people look at they watch

Wait against money, on a balance scale time flies

Your mind's controlled by presidents that aren't even alive

Old dogs learn new tricks they can spit on our class

I teach an ol' pit to flip and saw a rapper in half

The last rapper stop beefin' and he showed to the man

Now they beefin' just to see who's our number one fan

Compressed to the glance, people keep my world on enter

The he's and she's and every species in placenta

Heat rises warm up the crib, prayin in cold rubber

The baby stop cryin' and the plants grow better

[Chorus]