Bless Up lyrics

by

Esoterik


[Verse 1]
They say what you wanna be when you grow up
I told 'em anything I want holding both nuts
I won't die to get rich of this gold rush
All I've ever really tried to do is just show love
The original Mad Max is milking a cow
Make the haters sh*t bricks just to build me a house
And one of these days I hope they figure it out
How to not talk with my di*k in their mouth
Yeah
I'm sick of all you babbling b*tches
You should feel lucky that I even let you have opinion
'Cause mentally my energy it baffles philosophers
I can out wit the villain and recapture the hostages
My name is Esoterik and I'm one with the stars
There's a spirit in the speakers and it comes from my heart
I love the feeling when i see a building covered in grass
Therapeutically using music to cover my scars
I drew a door on the wall and now i constantly visit
A life where this mic is like a wand to wizard
So open your eyes and let your visuals adapt
When I rap I'm a fifty-foot gorilla with an axe

[Chorus]
I'm yelling good sh*t, I got that soul food
Give me the mic and I'ma elevate the whole room
I thought I told you it's time to bless up
And if they tryna put you down they can get (what?)
I'm yelling good sh*t, I got that soul food
Give me the mic and I'ma elevate the whole room
I thought I told you it's time to bless up
And if they tryna put you down they can get f*cked

[Verse 2]
Telepathically tapping into the ancient wisdom
Tryna shape your vision while I paint these pictures
I'm way beyond all your dollars and diamonds
If you look close everybody's aura is shining
And hell could freeze but I'd still be that happy motherf*cker
Yeah, I'd still be Max
With a mic in my fist while I'm lighting a spliff
Better get up on my level, where my real peeps at?
Unconditional rebel, it's unconditional love
Air born art show us where I'm sh*tting on doves
My methods on making records is a gift from above
So sweet with beat, bruz, we fit like a glove
Kick it on cloud nine, keep lit like my buds
I set sail on the wind and blow a kiss to the sun
They only hate us 'cause they ain't us, so keep licking my nuts
I'm like that rapper rise when he got hit by a bus

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