Bel-Pardo - Ezoteric (EP Version) lyrics

I practice self sabotage for utility and recreation I employ stealth camouflagefor espionage and the related I relay all real sh** through force-fed chip implantenation Muggsy Bogues look like black Krillin Stack green heroes like a black villain Please stare at me No pictures please My color hold the culture Please stare at me No pictures please My color hold the culture One day I'll be too esoteric One day I'll be too esoteric One day I'll be too esoteric One day I'll be too esoteric I feel like a rerun of Moesha I feel like six Fresh Prince episodes running in a row And I feel like I look like the Huxtables And I fear that I look like GTA And I feel I can overcome bounds one day Then I feel like sh** the next It's not personal, I just don't text I'm insecure but I don't flex I don't like to write checks; They make me ill I don't like money; It makes me ill I drink bra** monkey ‘cause it makes me ill Most of the time I just don't feel right Hop on the mic Pop rhymes to delight Of the heads in the crowd that night I'm hopin' a fight breaks out so I might prove that my ba**sack's airtight Pardo Bell been sad and sh** But still coming up to bat and sh** I'm a melancholy lad and sh** Steady laying on a carpet like Aladdin did Face down on the ground with that no-sight, no home-flow That's ezoteric No quotes, though, when I share my tariffs I don't really like to brag but sometimes writing raps is a f**ing drag I wanna see some of y'all up in body bags I want slamming flesh coupled blood splat Drop the corpse and ignore the smell Pard-ell bumping in the gates of hell Pard-ell bumping in the gates of hell Pard-ell bumping in the gates of hell Drop the corpse and ignore the smell Pard-ell bumping in the gates of hell