Представляем точный текст композиции "Call Me E.s." и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста 71 & Esoteric . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Call Me E.s.» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую 71 & Esoteric передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
71 & Esoteric - "Call Me E.s."
Lyrics to Call Me E.s. : [Esoteric] Aiyyo, 1-2 Yo yo [Verse 1] I cool out on the west coast, lamp in the east If your rappin for change, then Id be dancin for peace A pretty boy gangsta with his pants in a crease Spike the Berrier, spike the campus police Now I dont give a fuck if its your aunt or your neice Best man or ya priest, your fams gettin deceased Cuz I keep shit hot, like a flannel or fleece And bringin dimes this way is sand to the beach Relax to the sun, I get harrassed by the ton Want to beat you for money son, Ill smack him for fun I represent the east baby, thats where Im from Ill smoke you on the mic, and blacken your lungs I keep my girls close like Im packin a gun By the foot of my bed, where my jacket is hung A callabo, I dont see it happenin son And a battle, I dont see you lastin through one [Hook] Im taggin rappers out, cuz theyre way off base And see em try and take the lead as I rock the place Esoteric fell off' No thats not the case Im standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race [Verse 2] Im ready to wreck ya, sever ya sector Speak of my hands, just let the 7L lecture, Dont put it past me, like your the firearm, and Im the metal detector, Im here to protect ya My rhyme is the paint, and the beat is the texture Interrior design, when I rhyme I affect ya Say its amazing, +Trail Blazin+ like Drexler In my act, you play the bad wreckin extra Sorry homeboy, didnt mean to upset ya You wanna grab the mic, but your hand wont let ya Cuz it knows that if you do, youll go home on a stretcher Call the ambulance on the cell to come getcha I do this type of shit right here, just for pleasure Stress relief, wait til my next release Ill be hittin every station like a press release 7L & Esoteric, hip-hop expertise [Hook] Im taggin rappers out, cuz theyre way off base I see em tryin to take a lead as I rock the place Esoteric fell off' No thats not the case Im standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race {scratching - "They call me E.S. the Overlord of Fresh"} [Verse 3] I smack the new jacks just to add to the stats My massive attack leaves your anatomy flat Im not mad at you black, yo Im gad that you rap As a matter of fact, cats are ' wack Now your askin for that, maybe a pat on the back Yo Ill tell you your phat, and sound phat on that track Then Ill show up, where ya have the factories at Grab a batterin axe, you start to shatter ya gats And thatll be that, make sure everythings workin I get heads open like a, brain surgeon When I came splurgin, veterans became virgins First they wanna battle but now, they aint certain Rhyme like a tech nine, its the God-offilis Clappin on command like a studio, audience You could take a dope sample, chop it up or loop it But still cant freak it like Joe, some cats proved it [Hook] 2x Im taggin rappers out, cuz theyre way off base And see em try and take the lead as I rock the place Esoteric fell off' No thats not the case Im standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race {scratching - "They call me E.S. the Overlord of Fresh"} [repeat until end] [ Call Me E.s. Lyrics ]
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