Pharaoh Status

[Verse 1 - Esoteric]
Hey yo pimp please, my steez
Sith keys, Tim Trees
Cinema, indeed
Sit around, spit freeze
My industry's wild
We were listening to (?)
(?) and a fisherman taught me discipline
In michigan militia men fear my strength and conditioning
Pissin' in the ammunition you can see it glistenin'
Riddle him
Put him back in the little bin next to little Kim
I'm the Joker's laugh he's a little grin
Lower class, slower class
You don't want to go and clash
With me
I'm the Perseus of murderous verses
Call your nurses you verbally worthless
Fuck your 16, it sucks
Like Fantastic 4 on the big screen
A sick team we make
You whistling to Jake
I'm pristine
I make the real cats seem fake
You a (?) Hector Camacho
Connect with the higher flow
This is Boston Mass, play your part yo

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[Verse 2 - Esoteric]
Listen
You pack guns that's horseshit
The only time you see biscuits
When you're watching that horse flick
So stop talking that hard to the core shit
The only nine you got is off some golf course shit
Listen, claiming that you mad street
Running up on cats with a hammer
Like Thor at a track meet
No, and you ain't dodging no strays
Or outlining cats in chalk
Like you're drawing up plays
No, making crazy songs
How you roll with 80's cons
When the only weapons you pack
Are the (?)
Yeah the sneakers and you comfortable in ladies thongs
Only time you stick around for beef is if the wait is long
Be real, what you rhyme about a weapon for
The only 45 you got is from a record store
Come at us, dumb rappers
I got no time for these fake gun clappers
Esoteric