Steel Chairs - Esoteric, Stu Bangas

Yo I’m taking 'em breaking 'em down

Clowning, we’re making 'em frown

Claiming they spraying a round

They are just Drake in a gown

There’s no mistaking the sound

Of bones when they break on the ground

You can catch Shay in a crown, not the Victoria now

Ultimate Warrior style

Shaking the ropes of the ring

Used to be rolling with Sting

Cutting the throat of the king

Ya’ll are some brothers in arms?

Ya’ll’ll be both in a sling

I’m one of the X-men

Angel, let me open my wings

Breaking through windows to fly

High when I enter the sky

Ya’ll don’t want any of mine

You a miniature guy

Rappers they actually hope

To write paragraphs that I wrote

Angry with bags of that coke

They are just mad cause I’m dope, dope, dope

I say it three times for emphasis

I’m like Lex Luger, Tony Blanchard, Arn Anderson

TV Title U.S. Champion

Take a steel chair to Magnum T. A

And pin him for the win

«You see, we don’t care anything about doing endorsements.

We don’t like to be

movie stars.

And rest assured, when we walk in a shopping mall, it might as

well be Johnny Carson.»

Yo I’m illin' and killin' on sight

I’m penicillin on mics

Ready and willing to fight

I am Godzilla in Nikes

I am Chewbacca in Ralph

Lauren, you closer to Alf

ES is kind of a boss

Like Ben Linus in Lost

I am not rhyming like Ross

Cut from the finest of cloth

You swearing you stirring the pot

Try spending time on the broth

Try spending time on the meat

Substance for people to eat

Bars that I kick are so dark

You think I’m rhyming in goth

Everyone’s hooked on a drug

Government running our blood

Murdering, sending out Scuds

Sweeping it under the rug

I am inhuman with rhymes

Using a nuclear mind

I am Morris Day without Prince

I’m improving with Time

I keep on telling em' now

Precious Paul Ellering style

Mr. Fuji in a Gucci

Cane to your skeleton now

«I quit» match, spit it over sick tracks

You try to handle the steel

Like managing George «The Animal,» now fix that