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Esau - Boo lyrics
Yeah, Esau up in here With some old off the top of the dome shit That I wrote down Now I can make a song About all you wack rappers But that shit's already been done Or a song about all you thug rappers And all you REALLY done But I'ma do this one about me Cause if I don't ring my own bell, son Then you know that shit ain't even gonna get rung I'm the nicest on the mic ever, yeah right Man I ain't even the dopest kid You heard on the mic tonight But I still up in your cypher And embarrass myself And I still have enough audacity to tell you I was the best MC on your set Man you ain't hear me I did a collab with myself once But I kicked myself off the track Cause I was talking too much junk (too much) Then I wanted to a joint with Pras But when we got up in the studio He got mad at me cause I told him His shit was way hotter than Nas Man he thought I was being funny Man cause I was I was only fuckin with him Cause I wanted to fuck with his Cuz But now I can't think And my brain's a buzz I need to go listen to some old school hip-hop And bite some shit like Mos Def does Man, I'm wacker than Rawkus' website I'm bright like the night I'm about as fly as a fuckin emu in flight Man I'm not the storm, I'm the calm And I'm not the bomb And if you want to listen To these wack ass lyrics Go get them shits from Flash You want at ohhla.com Man, there ain't too many kids Out there that are wacker than me Except for Mase and Puffy And that whole damn Harlem World Family And that kid Cam'Ron You know that punk better keep his distance Cause his rhyming skills are about as tight As Lance "UN" did his business The farewell tour and debut album I sold three units so far But you know I'm still countin (one) And at this pace it'll take me 69 years and four months to go platinum So I guess I'm never gonna be needing That new business accountant But you know I got some cash man I just can't spend it My house payments over due So I had to let my cousin move in it (come on, move in) And my whip's kind of fly Just got a huge dent in it (trashed) That big 54-inch T.V. in the front room Man, my mom rented it (thanks) Man, I ain't got too many real fans That's why you won't catch my live act I ain't been on stage in a Long long long time jack And the last time someone met me backstage When the lights went black They said, "Forget about your autograph, I want my motherfuckin ten dollars back" Chorus of Boos and heckling |
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