7L, Esoteric, Slaine - Olde English lyrics
[7L, Esoteric, Slaine - Olde English lyrics]
"For a true writer
Each book should be a new beginning
'fore he tries again
For something that is beyond the pain
He should always try for something
That has never been done
Or that others have tried, and failed
Then sometimes, with good luck
He will succeed"
Where we livin in the city where
The law is 3 strikes
We rock Nikes and victims get no pity
Vision isn't pretty
Shit I'm spitting's gritty
With the precision of Bibby
Dribble in the transition I'm like
Nixon with the ribbie
Outstanding in my field like
Janet with her titty
Witty with the ammunition I'm
Commandin a committee
Piss-drunk, shitty-faced
Steppin out of state
Ready to faint, jettin with Denny
Blunted to fresh paint
MC's, steady squeeze 'til the heater is empty
We get B's 'til they think
That bleedin people is trendy
When I'm dissed
Legions wanna leave to defend me
Therefore bitches wanna keep me
Like Aziz to Effendi
Your girls are homegrown
They just regional entries
I get floor models open like
The keys to a Bentley
The media frenzy's gettin greener with envy
So I'm like Randy Johnson
Thought I'd treat 'em all friendly
"Beacuse he was always dreaming
Of impossible inventions, and adventures
And explorations in the remotest
Parts of the Earth, he was generally known
In the neighborhood as Commander, Crackpot
Oh ho ho!"
Yeah, c'mon
Yo I came in this game with my attitude pissy
A hot celly and a potbelly like Missy
A Makaveli fury and a pocket full of whiskey
With so much damn rage I gotta
Stop to pull it with me
I dare the cops to come and get me
And mothers and they family
Callin up the motherfuckin governor to ban me
Tell Mr romney I got a pistol on me
And vocab that moves more like a vicious army
And these bitches will never disarm me
Calm me down mami I'm a human tsunami
Find me laid up in the back of
An apartment to spy on me
So high on drugs that my
Face is purple as Barney
Fuck fashion and wearin Armani pants up
I stay playin a hot
Corner like Carney Lansford
But, I ain't no ballplayer athlete
? fuckin rap demon with cracked teeth
It's Slaine
"This is for your own good"
"I know better than you what's good for me"
"John you're breathing very hard"
"That's the way I breathe i
Breathe the best I can
"You don't like my breathing? I
Don't like your breathing!
"You breathe like this you
Can drop dead Kenny"
"John, no, don't get angry
I'm only trying to be your friend"
"I don't want your friendship, and
I don't believe in friendship
I don't want that"
"Well I'd be the first to say you're
Certainly in a misanthropic mood today"
"Yes I'm misanthropic! Very
Misanthropic indeed!"
"And I enjoy, being, misanthropic"
Each book should be a new beginning
'fore he tries again
For something that is beyond the pain
He should always try for something
That has never been done
Or that others have tried, and failed
Then sometimes, with good luck
He will succeed"
Where we livin in the city where
The law is 3 strikes
We rock Nikes and victims get no pity
Vision isn't pretty
Shit I'm spitting's gritty
With the precision of Bibby
Dribble in the transition I'm like
Nixon with the ribbie
Outstanding in my field like
Janet with her titty
Witty with the ammunition I'm
Commandin a committee
Piss-drunk, shitty-faced
Steppin out of state
Ready to faint, jettin with Denny
Blunted to fresh paint
MC's, steady squeeze 'til the heater is empty
We get B's 'til they think
That bleedin people is trendy
When I'm dissed
Legions wanna leave to defend me
Therefore bitches wanna keep me
Like Aziz to Effendi
Your girls are homegrown
They just regional entries
I get floor models open like
The keys to a Bentley
The media frenzy's gettin greener with envy
So I'm like Randy Johnson
Thought I'd treat 'em all friendly
"Beacuse he was always dreaming
Of impossible inventions, and adventures
And explorations in the remotest
Parts of the Earth, he was generally known
In the neighborhood as Commander, Crackpot
Oh ho ho!"
Yeah, c'mon
Yo I came in this game with my attitude pissy
A hot celly and a potbelly like Missy
A Makaveli fury and a pocket full of whiskey
With so much damn rage I gotta
Stop to pull it with me
I dare the cops to come and get me
And mothers and they family
Callin up the motherfuckin governor to ban me
Tell Mr romney I got a pistol on me
And vocab that moves more like a vicious army
And these bitches will never disarm me
Calm me down mami I'm a human tsunami
Find me laid up in the back of
An apartment to spy on me
So high on drugs that my
Face is purple as Barney
Fuck fashion and wearin Armani pants up
I stay playin a hot
Corner like Carney Lansford
But, I ain't no ballplayer athlete
? fuckin rap demon with cracked teeth
It's Slaine
"This is for your own good"
"I know better than you what's good for me"
"John you're breathing very hard"
"That's the way I breathe i
Breathe the best I can
"You don't like my breathing? I
Don't like your breathing!
"You breathe like this you
Can drop dead Kenny"
"John, no, don't get angry
I'm only trying to be your friend"
"I don't want your friendship, and
I don't believe in friendship
I don't want that"
"Well I'd be the first to say you're
Certainly in a misanthropic mood today"
"Yes I'm misanthropic! Very
Misanthropic indeed!"
"And I enjoy, being, misanthropic"