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Phase Base
03:06
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All for all
02:52
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Turn my head phones up
Turn my head phones up
Getting feedback so I gotta step back
Just say hello, don’t be shy say hi
Here’s a lullaby as I reach for the sky
Etchas Sketcha and I don’t comply I just spy with my little eye
And I try
To keep us together, any endeavor I’m clever
About to sever the mic cord, cuz I got the sword
That will sever Strait to the heart, nonstop hip-hop
That it, so smart
As I’m, like a dart hitting the bullseye
Its Etchas Sketcha and I will, Show you that
One time this beat will shine and I retreat to the sweet technique
Coming through the beat, through the speakers
Yo eureka, I found it
The sound is pounding, it’s astounding
It’s the E.S. the finesse
Will take away the stress, it’s complex
Fuck the text, that write on the paper
A true annihilator, a rhyme saya
A rhyme sprayer, a grass sprayer
Graphic knighta
Hit the wall and stand tall
One for one and all for all
One for one and all for all
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3. |
Drunk Dial
03:54
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Hey
Are you Busy
Oh, you’re out with her?
Tell you need a couple minutes and you need to step away.
What do you mean what am I doing?
I’m calling about that drunk dial you did last night
You don’t remember? Were you with her last night?
At that party you told me about?
No, I’m not upset I just figured
Oh no, I’m not upset I just figured
It was my Turn…
In she came with the same type game
The type of girl giving out a fake cell phone and name
Hey baby you drive me crazy I love you for real, I’m out side and it’s kinda hazy
I think I got the right number, I strait love ya
From the moment I saw you, lost my thoughts come across you
You make me glow make feel better than ever
Stole my heart you so clever
Close my eyes each detail I remember
Blue eyes shine, one of a kind
A diamond people search so hard to find
and I, will give all of my time
for you are so incredible and it’s inevitable
Girl looking at you, you’re so sensible.
I think us holding each other is not regrettable.
Let’s make this happen for one night of passion
I need you body, I feel us touching
On my body, was at the after party
Girl I could think was think of was sliding my fingers on you skin
Kissing you skin, let me in
Caress ya, slide in
I need to feel your legs wrapped around my waist
Call me back if you want a little taste
Make no haste, Make no haste
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Fat man... Lose some weight
Fat man... fa, fa, fa, fa, Lose some weight
Listen you overweight for heaven's sake putdown that cake
Just deflate, at this rate every plate will put you in your resting state
it’s taking tolls stuffin’ in those sushi rolls
Lighten up run or take a stroll
I’m heavy breathing
We're talking a heavy discussion
Can barely lift your head without a heavy discussion
You fat fuck, listen up drop and give me twenty
You hefty, eaten up plenty incredible slob all sweaty
Looking down, where’s your penis?
Feeding you bags of chips through an intravenous
I slap a ripple, Yo dude call me Richard Simons
Work that metabolism, P90X, beach body, fat man cannibalism
Spartan, let’s go hardcore
I’ll flip you pancake ass like it’s parkour
You need and epic run, I’m coming to inspect your lung
You massive a muthafukin’ metric ton
Fat man... Lose some weight
Fat man... fa, fa, fa, fa, Lose some weight
Yo, I ain’t feeling all this low carb eatin’
My calf muscles weaken and I slur when I'm speaking
Cus I, sustain myself through a stare of osmosis
Healthy food is the grossest, try and stay in ketosis
Well I'm, tryin‘ to tell ya yo ‘Diets make me suffer
Eating snack in the dumpster, so I ain’t seen by my sponsor
And I'm, countin’ calories to score that date with Valarie
This ain’t fallacy, I'm fat like my salary
G body, trade it in for an Audi
I got one big body, so no one rides shotty
Watch the, sparks fly road out in lumps
Got nothin’ in my trunk
So, I can clear the speed bumps
Tough life, getting tougher every hour
Need a bath and a shower
Everywhere I baby powder, yo
Sticky shirt, I'm dyin from the heat
Weight loss ain’t no easy feat, muthafucker
Fat man... Lose some weight
Fat man... fa, fa, fa, fa, Lose some weight
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Top Notch
02:11
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Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo
Low and behold, going for gold Etcha Sketchas going give you his old soul
So, grab the mic and flip out of control
I grab this mic cause its part of me, can't control
That’s a wicked setup you got, so we don't stop
Rock the hot spot and then we drop
Twist knots round thins mic cable, I enable
Strait to the fuckin grave to the table
It’s Etcha Scketcha betcha getcha setcha strait
Open up heaven's gate and yo I will await the top notch
Rocks that will hit you with the top knocks
Lyrics that come with spirit, so don’t fear it
Yo, put them hands together and clap and take your fingers together and make them snap because
Etcha Sketcha will snap back with his snap pad and yo let your picture live like it’s snap chat
Yo, Blink and don’t stop and don’t think and don’t think
I grab another drink, watch the rhymes in the microphone sink
And go right through the cable, into the sound system
Till ya listen to your heart beat glisten
Yo I'm spitting and transmitting
Etcha Sketchas here, rhymes hitting
Back and forth, side to side open up wide
Yo another suicide
On this microphone Etcha Sketcha free style
While a look at the crowd, with the beat wild
Thanks juice box cuz I'm gonna hit you in two spots with loose knots.
Yo
Juice box
Ju, juice box
Juice box, cuz I'm gonna hit you in two spots with loose knots
Yo
Juice box, gonna hit you
Juice box, ju, ju, ju, ju juice box
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7. |
Path to Pessimism
04:58
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8. |
Old Days Gone
08:33
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