Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Word Association, artist - 7L & Esoteric. Album song Moment Of Rarities, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.07.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Word Association |
Esoteric, we’re gonna play a little game |
I’m gonna give you a word, you tell me exactly what comes to mind |
Cool, let’s go |
Brain — tumor, suede — Puma |
Natalie — true, Liv Tyler — rumor |
Lionel — my man, weapon — mic stand |
Moo goo — gai-pan? |
Essex — fried clams |
Sample — truncate, 45 — drum break |
Mescaline — dumb fake, rent money — month late |
Aguilera — lame slut, Cameo — change cut |
Lance Rivera — shank up, Rawkus Records — bankrupt |
Sittin here gettin my brain exam’d |
Like I’m a, deranged man with the strangest plan |
I got the, seat reclined in the therapy spot |
The psycho-analyst is lookin at me like I’m a crackpot |
Now sit back and relax — I’m doin that already |
Please keep your hands steady — Why? |
— Your face is all sweaty |
Yo I’m ready to heave |
Mr. Ryan just breathe |
I’ll do a few more of these, then I’m gonna leave |
Okay Tom Cruise — Ray*Ban, Elton John — gay man |
Backpack — wack flow, fur coat — Fat Joe |
Farrakhan — Nation, mad soul — Haitian |
A title, for this joint? |
Word Association |
«Listen up as I take out the rhyme book» |
«From the rude attitude, done got in it to win it» |
Okay, now tell me a little bit about your education |
I didn’t breeze through school, well actually I did |
I breezed through the campus center back to my crib |
You like to socialize? |
— Yeah — Well that’s no surprise |
Plus it’s somethin that a lunatic mostly denies |
Chill, whatchu tryin to say, that I’m about to explode? |
My last crazy episode was during Nematode |
«Disguising his microbiotics.» |
that was dope |
Well it goes without saying like old folks, continue |
Okay Tiger — Chun Li, Crocodile — Dundee |
Big pimp — Rocky V, hook shots — from three |
Revelie — no crew, nerd bath — tofu |
Richard Lewis — BoKu? |
where is he? |
No clue |
Groupies — free throws, Aria — need hoes |
Chinatown — peep shows, Tello’s — umm, cheap clothes |
Pedophile — pulpit, De La — cool skit |
How do you feel about this exam? |
I think it’s bullshit! |
«Well, well, well! |
I’ll be damned» |
«Say what?» |
— «is the word» — «I don’t know» |
«Like I. like I said before.» |
«Listen up as I take out the rhyme book» |
«I'm dead serious and I won’t fess it.» |
«. |
but chill 'til I finish the third verse» |
«Now, listen-listen to the past» |
This is going well, tell me a little about uhh, Metzer |
The punk stand front and center |
Red carpets roll, ladies trumpet as they enter |
Light years beyond, my title’s number one contender |
Mind of an inventor with the grace of a fencer |
Look, I gives a fuck if you’re white, black or octaroon |
I’ll lock you in a room, make you pop balloons |
Filled with toxic fumes, yeah you shoulda bought a tomb |
Cause Esoteric puts the Metal to your Face like Dr. Doom |
Is-is that true? |
— Nah but it’s a hot rhyme |
Just give me a word, I’ll say what pops to my mind |
Cell — phone or prison? |
Esoteric — vocalism |
Freestyle — old tradition, Mass Ave. — Pole Position |
Dirtbag — chopperhead, Trevski — knock him dead |
Big troops — knuckle up, Jedi Mind — fuck you up |
Diesel — buttonfly, Kool Keith — Russian spy |
No press — no Es, hope chest — slow death |
This a joke? |
Hell no, kangaroo — velcro |
Fat lace — shelltoe, Spud Webb — Elmo? |
Letterman — great host, Moltar — Space Ghost |
Applebee’s — tastes gross, lap dance — pesos |
Kid Rock — white trash, Limp Bizkit — don’t ask |
Handgun — under stress, LSD — Hunter S |
Thanks for your time |
Peace |
That I can’t allow |
Huh? |
You’re legally insane, you’ll be living here now |
What? |