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Far Greater (Explicit) - Outerspace/7L/Esoteric
You feelin' Outerspace n****r lick two shots
We lettin' you know
You feelin' Outerspace n****r lick two shots
Bow down to something far - greater
I'm word perfect
Write my words in a worse curse
And emerge versus
Tear this verse in the first person
Disturbed surgeon operatin' for those hurtin'
It's most certain
That shows jerkin' when my flows workin'
Most poetical
Watch the game from a gold pedestal
Half man/raging bull
When I stand next to you
Me & Plan identical
Make it unbearable
The reason that you bleedin'
The reason for needin' medical
No need to even threaten
You 'cause talk is cheap
I breed my seeds ready to assault the street
Proceed to breathe heavy
Get upon this heat
Let my lines accumulate
Inside a vault for weeks
My flows are sickenin'
I should be washed & bleached
I'm down to get it in you feelin' froggishly
Surround you spitter sins wit' a squad that's deep
The ground I fit 'em in
Let the applaudin' teach
You feelin' Outerspace n****r lick two shots
We lettin' you know
You feelin' Outerspace n****r lick two shots
Bow down to something far - greater
It's me the most evil verbalist alive
I'm sicker than one foot
In the grave ready to die
My brain move 'bout the same speed a train move
Disturbed world rap pain moves you lame crews
Rage of angels no wings crack halos
Smack devil's on payroll
When heaven's gates close
I change clothes
Before rockin' a stained robe
My names gold
Voice platinum my frame glow
My shoebox got Tupac and Pun in it
I rock "Hail Mary" spittin' 'til the nuns get it
I done did it after twenty five years
Five beers I'm buzzed you sittin' wit' dry tears
The atmosphere's filled wit' debris & dust
My wordplay is nothing
You emcees should trust
Bust back syllable gats blast triumphant
F**k that
We killin' you cats black we run s**t
Yeah you know it's Esoteric
7L on the fader
Bow down to something far greater
Let me find out these little cats want it wit' Es
I'm at ya mum's rest
Stompin' ya chest homie I'm serious
I see cats tryna get their cake up
Make a nickel and prepare to be a dyme like make-up
The gladiator hit the ring for spars
You wanna rock bring guitars
I can't watch the news
'Cause when I sneeze yo
I think it's SARS
To the point I can't think no bars
I just break ya balls
To the cats that cling to bars
To the ones in the mirror lip-syncin' Nas
I be shrinkin' stars once I'm done wit' ya face
You gonna have to find a girl
Who got a thing for scars
I be liftin' motherf**kers out their mink & cars
Then I lounge in bed
G'ahead count my bread
My Boston accent will pronounce you dead
Flip a rhyme like an ounce
Make sure mouths is fed
Bow down to something far greater
Bow down to something far greater
