Bless Up

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Esoterik - Rap, Australia

Bless Up

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[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 shit bricks just to build me a house And one of these days I hope they figure it out How to not talk with my dick in their mouth Yeah I'm sick of all you babbling bitches 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 grass 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 shit, 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 shit, 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 fucked [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 hell could freeze but I'd still be that happy motherfucker 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 shitting 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 licking my nuts I'm like that rapper rise when he got hit by a bus

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  • Esoterik