| Your boy back, boy that sound good to the masses
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| My boy Blac, Reef, Esoteric, we massive
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| The art of dots, and now we aiming them at your management
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| He like a mannequin, stiff a nigga? |
| We stabbing 'em
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| Your distribution deal, deaded from that Louisville
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| Planetary shoot to kill, tell me how this bullet feel
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| Ain’t no fighting tooth and nail this is what I do for real
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| Money, man I need something like Meek Mill’s Puma deal
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| I let the Ruger peel nigga this is Vietnam
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| Very rare, you can give a stare and I’m a sea of calm
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| I’m a caged up animal, you flammable
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| I’m pouring gasoline on your mixtapes and camera crew
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| Ah Snap! |
| I got the power still
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| It’s light work like I just paid my power bill
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| I never know how a coward feel
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| Y’all got the bitter face, you been sucking on a sour dill
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| Back and bigger, the baddest spitter
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| My man Eso just bought a crib off of Czarface action figures
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| Make more off merchandise than you will in your worthless life
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| A hundred «Fuck you, pay me» t-shirts, they be gone tonight
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| The mic that I’m holding is probably stolen
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| You a deceiver, I’m a retriever, stay golden like Logan
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| I’m in Rome doing shows with the Romans
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| In those little ass hotel rooms, the windows won’t open
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| I’m hot!
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| Stay off these nuts
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| Rappers better ease up
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| I roll my sleeves up
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| And fuck a few MCs up
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| They light work, light work
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| Like raking leaves up
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| They talking like they got that heat
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| But they freeze up
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| Concubines worship the ground that I walk on
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| Chalk outlines on corners that I stalked on
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| Let’s see who loves you when you under the rubble
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| Let’s see who rides with you when that ass is really in trouble
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| Roll up a notebook and spit a sharp pencil through it
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| What I’m spitting acid, poisonous fluid
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| Champion hooded, blacked out like the arch-druid
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| Punch through your chest and snatch your weak ass heart through it
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| 300 time deeper than your idol Leonidas
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| If there’s beef, never sleep — I’ll call and reunite us
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| Bicker and squabble and beats, never could divide us
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| In your cerebral, we spreading like it’s gingivitis
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| Coming to you liver
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| Crack your jaw, get a wire
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| It’s Black Goliath, rap messiah, rapid fire
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| Stu Bangas on the track, that’s the crack supplier
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| Everything is in sync, we don’t match attire
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| Slang rough, hangin' tough, no McIntyre
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| You say you getting rap money and it’s stacking higher
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| But you a nine-to-fiver
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| That can’t find the time to pass out a stack of flyers
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| Shit, you a crappy liar
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| Call me your Sire
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| Bad to the bone, back in the zone
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| I didn’t need nobody’s help, no I acted alone
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| They say they thugging, they’re bugging
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| What type of thugging is clubbing
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| And popping bub' outside the VIP and tuggin'
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| On the velvet rope, hoping to avoid a snubbing
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| Claiming that they hella' dope, but they don’t sell, they broke
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| They’re the usual, and couldn’t see it with a telescope
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| Cause they delusional |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ease Up (feat. Planetary, Reef the Lost Cauze & Blacastan), artist - Esoteric. Album song Machete Mode, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп