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letra de bless up - esoterik

[verse 1]
they say what you wanna be when you grow up
i told ’em anything i want holding both nuts
i won’t die to get rich of this gold rush
all i’ve ever really tried to do is just show love
the original mad max is milking a cow
make the haters sh-t bricks just to build me a house
and one of these days i hope they figure it out
how to not talk with my d-ck in their mouth
yeah
i’m sick of all you babbling b-tches
you should feel lucky that i even let you have opinion
’cause mentally my energy it baffles philosophers
i can out wit the villain and recapture the hostages
my name is esoterik and i’m one with the stars
there’s a spirit in the speakers and it comes from my heart
i love the feeling when i see a building covered in gr-ss
therapeutically using music to cover my scars
i drew a door on the wall and now i constantly visit
a life where this mic is like a wand to wizard
so open your eyes and let your visuals adapt
when i rap i’m a fifty-foot gorilla with an axe

[chorus]
i’m yelling good sh-t, i got that soul food
give me the mic and i’ma elevate the whole room
i thought i told you it’s time to bless up
and if they tryna put you down they can get (what?)
i’m yelling good sh-t, i got that soul food
give me the mic and i’ma elevate the whole room
i thought i told you it’s time to bless up
and if they tryna put you down they can get f-cked

[verse 2]
telepathically tapping into the ancient wisdom
tryna shape your vision while i paint these pictures
i’m way beyond all your dollars and diamonds
if you look close everybody’s aura is shining
and h-ll could freeze but i’d still be that happy motherf-cker
yeah, i’d still be max
with a mic in my fist while i’m lighting a spliff
better get up on my level, where my real peeps at?
unconditional rebel, it’s unconditional love
air born art show us where i’m sh-tting on doves
my methods on making records is a gift from above
so sweet with beat, bruz, we fit like a glove
kick it on cloud nine, keep lit like my buds
i set sail on the wind and blow a kiss to the sun
they only hate us ’cause they ain’t us, so keep l!cking my nuts
i’m like that rapper rise when he got hit by a bus

- esoterik

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