Esco - Peep The Steez lyrics

[DJ Premier Interview] Their like, he does look happy And their like, "Nahh he's always like before his performance." Then hes like, "Yeea, but he doesn't look like he's happy!" And he had never seen me perform before And I'm like he kept coming in, "You sure you okay!?" I was like "Yeoo, I'm fine, I'm fine!" Then once I got on stage I was like, "Ahhhhhhh!" After that the guy was like, "Wowww, okay I see why you save all your energy." I'm older, so I need the energy, so I save it That's why I'm so calm now, on stage tonight I'll be crazy [Verse One] Big ups Esco, you already know! I been representing that real hip-hop From Biggie to Pac, Tribe Called Quest Smith and Wesson, leave you done laying out As if you got boxed in your mouth like Pacquiáo Don't wanna pack the loud, cause it could leave me knocked out Through cardiac arrest, have my soul to rest, don't want mamma to stress So don't test my intelligence, or my eloquence Cause I'm the new genesis Should have been in the New Testament I check in, when I'm on the mic devices This sh** is priceless, recline and chill back While y'all listen to my slick raps, overshadowing the boom baps That's one fact you didn't catch quick Stop reacting, you already my raps flow I'm about to blow like volcanoes, or kicked down doors They just trynna take me out with that H2O [Hook] They never believed me Always tried to deceive me, until they can't see me Now peep me and the steez Its nasty, when I step to the M-I-C [Verse Two] Y'all can't touch my remarkable rhyming Once I release my inner peace like a Shaman Shining, I do that with ease with this lyrical telepathy My music remedies getting them hyped Please admit it Y'all know I keep it tight Don't need the limelight just to shine bright This life high, got me on a different flight So, I'm out this World like Extra-Terrestrials Catch me levitating without, gravitational pull I'm on the moon Was made for this since the womb you buffoons Pull y'all in the tombs like some wrapped up mummies That Egyptian sh**, with the hieroglyphics got ya mind twisted Me and hip-hop are just coexisted I'll admit it, I can't resist it The pen touches the pad with precision Then starts to leak like blood from incisions You gotta make a split decision When the kid is heated up, I start dripping I ain't tripping, and definitely ain't kidding I'm the big cat on the map So, hey Diddle-Diddle, your the kitten with the fiddle Trynna fit in like Malcolm In The Middle That was one smooth riddle in nursery school When I was a snot nose, discovering rocks were like fossils So who got tha props? All these weak emcees got nothing on me Watch me breeze right past them, make them freeze Just chill beneath the zero degree I'll be cool with that