Esoteric - Graphic Violence

Song Rating: 8.47/10

Song lyrics:

I take it to the streets carjack 5-0
Pack toast like breakfast to go let ya know
Up front that in my trunk I got this big a** bag
When opened up it resembles a weapons show
Wrap sheet in black heat for murder and d**h
The pistol on me that I rock it aint by Mitchell and Ness
I need medicinal tests cuz Im sick in the brain
Sick of the game, never sick of just inflictin this pain
Im takin names on the reg make em beg for their third leg
Weeks later, find him in the woods like a birds egg
I got the knife now limbs Im hackin off
Plus I fire tecs like layoffs at Mackintosh
Slackin off aint allowed when youre on a mission
To annihilate entire nightclub crowds
Emptyin every clip, Im fightin all types of sh**
Ive been hit, I really like this sh**
Some muthaf**as should be payin me to write their sh**
Whilin out bangin out Bacardi bikes and sh**
I wont settle, I deserve a medal
Vigilante rebel bout to take it to the next level

[Cop Talking Over Radio]
Units in area come in, code 11–352
Drug dealing suspect sighted in vicinity
On route to reported drug transaction
Investigate immediately

[Esoteric]
I load up the Glock I line cats in chalk
Lotta pigs pullin triggers to blaze ya whole block
Stick a plate in ya chest, give you, a grim d**h
Dont, pretend to save I grade the skin flesh
My retinas stained by this graphic violence
When I, close my eyes I see visions of tyrants



Lock and load f** buryin heaters
Im ruthless like a mother tryin to bury a fetus
Ill wet you up like you stuck in the rain
Hit you in the jugular vain Im pluggin ya brain

[Guy Talking]
Ya punk a** wanna try somethin with me?

[Esoteric]
Yeah whats that f** that
Muthaf**as bustin at me I bust back
Sword blaze my forte you cant floor Shay
My style is negative like the image I portray
Change descriptions, let my beard grow
Im weird though, drunk off a Jose Cuervoe
Tryin to make it to the next bar without crackin a whip
5-0s start crackin the whip
Do a search find crack in the whip
Grab a jacket and split [cop yells “hold it right there”]
Ill be back in a bit now Im packin a clip

[Beat stops, gunshots fire while Esoteric yells]
“I aint goin nowhere, take that take that
You aint k**in me you aint takin me alive
I aint goin out like that”

[Gunshots stop while man is talking to (Esoteric)]
Yo, take that sh** the f** up outta there
What I tell you bout makin all that (no)
Ya Tec? Ya Tec? Take ya a** to bed god dammit (no no)
No more XBOX for you for a week (no)
Im sick a this, matter fact f** that (takes off his belt)
Cmon boy, Im bout to whoop that (beats Esoteric with belt)
Muthaf**a, take that muthaf**a (Esoteric cries)
Aw hell boy, stop that cryin
I didnt raise me no little bytch!

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 17:19