[VERSE 1: Raydar Ellis]
Now every time I start a verse I break at least 3 commandments
Kind of like Pluto because I never plan it, I'm outlandish
In the way that make Apaches look like the own ranches
It's the art of war, your blood's the only color on the canvas
And I don't mean it like a thug sense of how you can get got
Fuck being gangster - I'm hip hop, you got it?
Every time you walk in the label the A&R's like "Not it"
Immune to your shit 'cause I circle-circle dot-dot it
Body heat is a toxic leak, got a beat? I don't gotta speak
Cop a seat, start to think psychically make the speakers peak
Deleteriously off their high horse make an ass of their views
Your DJ must not know the alphabet - Forgetting his cues
My favorite DJ got those and 6 extra L's to abuse
Esoteric, Jawn P and I'm the new kid in school
I'm Raydar Ellis, nice to meet you, show busting my styles
Egocentric, egotripping with frequent flyer miles
[VERSE 2: Esoteric]
You want to set it on us? We got gold medals on us
We rep the veterans like Dan & them, you read up on us
We better than we ever been, you place your bet upon us
We medicine to many men, your men are dead and; goners
Rep the strongest in the hood 'til every song is understood
And then they often wonder could Eso clap like thunder should
The answers yes - To read my poetry, my specialty
A legacy authentically mentally deadin' enemies
Tremendously, the recipes fresh - Death is the penalty
And generally I tend to be best - No "accidentally"
I'm ready as I'll ever be, politically I'm to the left of Teddy Kennedy
That's how I want you to remember me
Fuck around and lose your title, wind up suicidal
You frontin' hard with no bars like unicycles
You don't wanna face me crab
I'll cut your head off like Jay-Z's HP ads
Now every time I start a verse I break at least 3 commandments
Kind of like Pluto because I never plan it, I'm outlandish
In the way that make Apaches look like the own ranches
It's the art of war, your blood's the only color on the canvas
And I don't mean it like a thug sense of how you can get got
Fuck being gangster - I'm hip hop, you got it?
Every time you walk in the label the A&R's like "Not it"
Immune to your shit 'cause I circle-circle dot-dot it
Body heat is a toxic leak, got a beat? I don't gotta speak
Cop a seat, start to think psychically make the speakers peak
Deleteriously off their high horse make an ass of their views
Your DJ must not know the alphabet - Forgetting his cues
My favorite DJ got those and 6 extra L's to abuse
Esoteric, Jawn P and I'm the new kid in school
I'm Raydar Ellis, nice to meet you, show busting my styles
Egocentric, egotripping with frequent flyer miles
[VERSE 2: Esoteric]
You want to set it on us? We got gold medals on us
We rep the veterans like Dan & them, you read up on us
We better than we ever been, you place your bet upon us
We medicine to many men, your men are dead and; goners
Rep the strongest in the hood 'til every song is understood
And then they often wonder could Eso clap like thunder should
The answers yes - To read my poetry, my specialty
A legacy authentically mentally deadin' enemies
Tremendously, the recipes fresh - Death is the penalty
And generally I tend to be best - No "accidentally"
I'm ready as I'll ever be, politically I'm to the left of Teddy Kennedy
That's how I want you to remember me
Fuck around and lose your title, wind up suicidal
You frontin' hard with no bars like unicycles
You don't wanna face me crab
I'll cut your head off like Jay-Z's HP ads
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