Esoteric - Warning - Knife in Face lyrics

[Esoteric talking] You motherf**ers This is some murderous sh** right here It's the E-S, 7L on the track Potent somethin' through ya bean hat Don't try to pigeonhole me baby You know the deal About to black out on these motherf**ers It's like this, hey yo [Verse 1] We don't p**y foot around sh**, we beat down sh** We ain't the cats that you wanna f** around with Straight up, like a jump ball You make my skin crawl like a snake I hold my weight like Triple H, the cerebral a**a**in I beat you, defeat you with the pa**ion Cash and girls are what motivates me A small rapper like yourself is needin' safety I don't claim to be a thug But I would eat a slug For any Pharoah that's givin' or receivin' love I keep a glove in my right hand So when I murder with the mic They won't trace it when they pull it out ya diaphragm You're in the fryin' pan I'm a violent man watchin' silence of the lambs Ready to go out, and slap the jaw off ya mouth I'm not the one to dis I'm fearless like Walken in the deer hunter is No doubt [Hook] You thug it out, cut it out You f** around we gon' slug it out, club it out You playin' games we gon' shut you out So now you know what we about Pimp slap a thug beyond the shadow of a doubt [Talking] Y'all motherf**ers is actin' real fake right Ya man's land ain't even that man You ain't livin' that life You ain't ready for that man, fall back [Verse 2] b**h a** rapper, fake act clapper Can't f** around with the underground jaw tapper Raw rapper, rugged like a Land Rover Handover the mic ya plan's over tonight Ain't nobody flowin' as tight in y'all click I'm too sick, to eat a dick Ya can't get with the words that I spit I rip, can't stand none of this fake sh** This side of stupid weak sh**, you a baby, go back to Old Navy Yo I shop Newbury; no you walk Newbury While I'm spendin' cash on Fifth Ave you kids have, not a clue Or the slightest inklin' of who you talkin' to I slaughter you, my crew hits you on the face off First of all shake the hate off Claimin' that you paid when it's my plates you ate off The truth is you can't afford to take a day off You stay soft like my purple label face cloth My dick you need to stay off If punch lines were punch clocks you'd be laid off Hook x2