Artist: 7L & Esoteric Album: DC2: Bars of Death Song: Graphic Violence Typed by: Apinyin@msn.com [Esoteric] I take it to the streets, carjack 5-0 Pack toast like breakfast to go, let ya know up front that in my trunk I got this big ass bag When opened up, it resembles a weapons show Wrap sheet in black heat for murder and death The pistol on me that I rock, it ain't by Mitchell and Ness I need medicinal tests cos I'm sick in the brain Sick of the game, never sick of just inflictin' this pain I'm thinkin' names on the reg, make em' pay for the third leg Weeks later, wind up in the woods like a birds egg I got the knife now, limbs I'm hackin' off Plus I fire techs like laying to Macintosh Slackin' off ain't allowed when you're on a mission to annihilate entire nightclub crowds Emptyin' every clip, I'm fightin' all types of shit 'I've been hit!', I really like this shit Some muthafuckas should be payin' me to write their shit Whilin' out bangin' out, Bicardi bites and shit I won't settle, I deserve a medal Vigilante rebel bout to take it to the next level [Cop Talking Over Radio] Units in area come in, code 11–352 Drug dealing suspect sighted in vicinity On route to reported drug transaction Investigate immediately [Esoteric] I load up the glock, I line cats in chalk Slaughter pigs, pullin' triggers to blaze your whole block Stick a plate in ya chest, give you, a grim death Don't pretend to save, I grave the skin flesh My retina's stained by this graphic violence When I, close my eyes I see visions of tyrants Lock and load, fuck buryin' heaters I'm ruthless like a mother tryin' to bury a fetus I'll wet you up like you stuck in the rain Hit you in the jugular vain, I'm pluggin' ya brain [Man talking] 'Ya punk ass wanna try somethin' with me?' Yo what's that? Fuck that Muthafuckas bustin' at me, I bust back Sword play's my forté, you can't floor Shay My style is negative like the image I portray Change descriptions, letting my beard grow A weirdo, drunk off a Jose Cuervoe Tryin' to make it to the next bar without crackin' a whip 5-0s start crackin' the whip Do a search find crack in the whip Grab a jacket and split [cop: 'hold it right there!'] I'll be back in a bit, now I'm packin' a clip [Beat stops, gunshots fire while Esoteric yells] "I ain't goin' nowhere, take that take that You ain't killin' me you ain't takin' me alive I ain't goin out like that" [Gunshots stop while old man Esoteric talks to his son] Yo, take that shit the fuck up outta there What I tell you bout makin' all that (no) Ya Tech? ya Tech Tech ya ass to bed god dammit (no no) No more XBOX for you for a week (no) I'm sick a this, matter fact fuck that (*takes off his belt*) C'mon boy, I'm bout to whoop your ass (*beats Esoteric with belt*) Muthafucka, take that muthafucka Gonna take that? Take this muthafucka (*Esoteric cries*) Aw hell boy, stop that cryin' I didn't raise me no little bytch!