Esoteric - Boxcutter Rap lyrics

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Esoteric - Boxcutter Rap lyrics

"Sometimes the urge to do bad, is nearly overpowering." 7L on the keys {*"When I start flowing the mic might bust..."*} [Esoteric] Yo it's murder in the verse, execution in the chorus You thug it out? Cut it out, your writing steez is a tease Tellin G's that you catchin felonies sellin ki's With your celly in your Pelle Pelle sleeve I don't believe you run guns in Tel Aviv Man PLEASE, you crazy, Fugazi You be gettin shook like a misbehavin baby Here the ground a**ault, now face an air attack To blow you out your Avirex chaps and Air Max I spit "bear" facts like a Kodiak Put in work you got no discipline at all Unless you call sittin in the center of the mall Sellin cell phones a dream fulfilled, you better build f**in with the guild, you get drilled I like bones chilled when I feet, I film your defeat So you family can watch you get k**ed in the street The only one sayin that you sk**ed and unique Is the priest at your eulogy, startin to weep I sound ill to a beat, I'm workin with God While you riffin through the newspaper, circlin jobs The way I operate make surgeons applaud I'll murder your squad, you know I'm herbin you dog.. Uhh, sit down and grab a seat, cats compete Master of the Cabot Street raps in heat Let me find out - you funny style Let me find out - murder in the verse My cathartic art'll blow your heart apart Verbally the spark leavin a mark, grieve in the dark Like a ninja, screamin bloody murders quit attackin you I'll hack your back in two, crackin you and leave you black and blue f** the label backin you, every rap fan knows That a trash can is the only way to package you Find you with a twelve gauge on Pennsylvania Avenue My mental state'll test your mental to the nation's capital My future, Albright like Madeline Kay Battlin Sea, I'm like a snake cause I rattle then spray The anaconda, the Mart is where I happen to stay Laughin at my prey as they start to paddle away (AHH!) Catch me at a candy store with Mandy Moore Cause s** on the beach give me sandy drawers You amateurs, need to understand your chores Hammer floors 'fore you talk about your Hammer of Thor I'm a Man of War, keep it gully like Crane's Beach Insane speech leave you bedridden like stained sheets.. {*fades*}