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[bodytext] => Hook x2 EsS the man wit' the lyrics at hand 'Cuz, EsS the one that come second to none You know, EsS that new kid that spits the hot ***** Wit' lyrics so hot that these tricks can spark wit' I bring the heat, not wit' guns, wit' pens and sheets My rhymes deep, I'll rock your streets wit' hot beats I'm a lyrical athlete complete feats to beat fleets I'll freak your heartbeat 'til your too weak to speak E Double S bring more energy than Peco Steal your mind and sell it, I'm from cerebral repo Repeat the lyrics of sin go confess at your steeple My *****'s hot, your game's weaker than Coleco Y'all just runts, EsS the pick of the litter You get a deal, strike out, I pitch a no-hitter I spit raw, no need for shine and glitter I turn ambitious ones straight into forfeiters *****'s explicit, yeah, parents advised, ***** Can't handle this, can't take half my ***** Might as well trip while I spit hits like this If not, y'all MCs will be callin' it quits Hook x2 When EsS on the mic ***** stop drop and roll 'Cuz I light the stage but my style is cold I only hit chicks appear in centerfolds When I was made my vocals broke the *****' mold MCs step to me, they choke, stumble and fall If they remain standin', spittin' more trash than malls So much bull*****, they need to floss before They develop more plaque than'll be on my walls My metaphorical style keep your ***** buckwild She come see my show, her nails done and filed Girls on me all the time, I offer frequent flyer miles More hot ***** comin' don't touch your dial Pen stronger than the sword driveby 'styles in your town Disturb Tha Peace more than Ludacris wit' my sound Keep you heads bobbin' wit' my lyrics and nouns ***** a beat the Sense still leave you six feet underground Hook x4 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 34 [informant] => TheEsSense [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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