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7L and ESOTERIC : Yell At Us lyrics

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7L and ESOTERIC lyrics : "Yell At Us"

(feat. Apathy, Celph Titled)

[Celph Titled]

Yo, let me tell y'all something
This ain't mother$#&@in' rap music, this is mother$#&@in' slap music
And no [email protected]$)got $$# (*##$es get slapped the $#&@ up on a daily basis

7L keeping it Godzilla on the track
All hail Apathy, the Eso-pterodactyl
and yours truly, Celph mother$#&@in' Titled

[Celph Titled]
Yo I'm a mother$#&@in' legend in the streets and I don't care about rap

When my gun goes off they call me Grand Master Flash
Blast your wig off when I pulled his hair trigger
Water park your body slide you down the Hudson River

Listen carefully my flows be best in the cypher
Or come close, get cosy next to the fire
I got golf trophies and croquet hammers, propane canisters in my garage next

to dead bodies and fertilizer sard
With rifles in odd places in the aquarium with fish water
Out in the kitchen inside the dish washer

Oh so gangsta tell me I'm wrong
Frontin' on the block you wasn't sellin' [email protected]%!e on
You was singing folk songs

Riding your bike with tight coats on
Throwing smoke bombs on old folks lawns
And thats as gully as you got

You ain't throwin' the darts
I got nuclear bombs that make you glow in the dark
I'm like McGyver with weapons, respect the guard when he shouting

I can make a gun with just a Pepsi can and a soldering iron
Better duck 'cause these bullets might go through
the right view of those tinted light blue bifocals

My knife owes you, penetration for sure
I'm a rap cannibal on the second leg of my tore
Whether you Scorpio or Sagittarius

I keep a gat next to my hairy nuts and never scared to bust


[Celph Titled]
Ain't no need to holla
Bring it on and just yell at us

Demigodz, we official hell rappers
Fight to the death, hold your team for ransom
Ready for war whenever we chant this anthem (2X)

I leave this track destroyed a blackened void

Like the earth's just collided with an asteroid
Chicks avoid these ignorant boys
who pick apart sexual freaks like Sigmund Freud

I'm the (*##$ $#&@er, [email protected]#% sticker, ho I'd probably hit you
I'm chemically imbalanced baby I got issues
The type thats gettin brains on an am-track train

While they cracking open the vile of anthrax sprayin
Mind of Confucius
Tongue fork like Judas

Concentration of Buddhist and fists like a pugilist
You stupid (*##$es are too superstitious
Terrified of Y2K computer glitches

But now it's 2003 we're in a war
Where you clutch ya throat, choke & gag on the floor
From invisible fumes who reach physical doom

Till' we $#&@ up the planet and gotta' live on the moon
I travel underwater, twenty-thousand leagues
In a Bio-Dome bubble where I struggle to breathe

Where the light doesn't reach so it's trouble to read
So I rock off the top while they juggle the beat
Where it's so cold humans gotta' cuddle for heat

I'll probably loose my mind and chuckle for weeks
While up on the streets humans mutate into beasts
Then eat the flesh of deceased you'll never rest in peace


I'm sick of you all
If rap was hoop give me the ball
Then I'll pierce you like Ricky or Paul
Cities will fall like Pompei

Here's a buck fifty, it's on Shay
My words deep like I wrote this %#@! upon clay
Demigodz, the squad is on a power trip
Like Colin Powell on acid doing foul %#@!
You claim your guns enforce

But the only iron you ever pulled was on a golf course
(Make money) Yes that is the plan
And I know it like my girl knows the back of my hand (haaa)
y'all put me to sleep y'all poetry's dull
I got a splitting headache from cracking so many skulls

I blaze the booth
(y'all fake)
Shay's the truth
I beast mother$#&@ers like Beowulf
I need five microphones, four clones of Catherine Zeta-Jones

Three whips to rome, two homes and a gold throne
I throw stones at glass cribs
$#&@ up parties and crack ribs
Ya'll throw blanks like mad-libs
A.O.T.P. shook rappers call police (siren)
I'll leave your brain lookin' like a Jackson Pollock piece

I'm an Altered beast
Ya'll are geese soon to be deceased
Bow to the cheif, you $#&@ers need a preist
No peace, step to Esoteric if you want it
And get killed by bars like a raging alcoholic


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