7l & Esoteric - First Letter

You obviously, underestimate Seay's unruly cadence
Killin crumbs, rippin apart bums
Scarin tons on paper, I nail foes lyrically
Ill creator, there is none greater
Plus automatically I neutralize opponents naturally
But reality attacks in numbers systematically
When I trap hoods you got blast, understood?
Real words are known, crush kings at their thrones
Exceeding miles past the standard
And terrorize the real imposters, purposely planted
I never give my instincts chances
Rapidly obliterating people hating
On neccessary Esoteric shit devastating
On new terrain entertain verses emulate rain from Ukraine
Catastrophically kill whenever I touch heads
Execute suckers orally kid is dead

Word up
16 lines 32 rhymes 93 words
Check it
You take the first letter
From every word I spit
You know just who you fuckin with
Some afranomical shit
7L on production, uhh

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01 Y O U S U C
02 K C R A B
03 S T O P I N F L
04 I C T I N G
05 P A I N O N
06 B R A I N S
07 W I T H Y G B U
08 R W A C K A T T
09 E M P T S
10 A T T R I P P
11 I N G M I C
12 R O P H
13 O N E S D
14 O N T E V E R F U
15 C K W I T H
16 E S O K I D

You suck crab
Stop inflicting pain on brains with YGB (your gay boredom)
UR (your) wack attempts at ripping microphones
Don't ever fuck with Eso kid

7L & Esoteric feat. Celph Titled - Murder-Death-Kill

[Celph Titled]
Eso, what up son? you know how the fuck we do, motherfuckin Demigods
Motherfuckin Army of the Pharoahs
It's murder death kill playboy, ainno saftey's on
These microphones, ainno motherfuckin silencers for this shit
Cause when we hold 'em...
we let this shit go off right in they're fuckin face (let 'em know)

[Celph Titled]
I'm always gettin a suntan on my gun hand cuz I keep the burner out
ready to blaze scorchin lead at your fam
so when I give you a pound, it's really 4
cuz a 45. defies gravity, liftin you off of the floor
pick out your coffin decor maybe some marble and gold
and hope they write some nice words when they carvin your stone
"here lies a noble man who got brave stuck out his chest bone"
beef with Celph Titled now this grave is what he calls home
get your gaul stone put in a jar in a lab
even the coroner got sick and had to barf in a bag
your boyfriend said you was a marvelous fag
and in drag thought you was God like the carpenters dad
you said I wasn't rippin shit properly?
the magnitude of my gangsta is a motherfuckin scientific anomoly
with a strange collection of weapons I got a good assortment
come close and ima cut you with a mercedes hood ornament

[Bridge]
Yo, you talkin loud homeboy we never heard of you
put your little record out, nobody never heard of you
went to your city, and they said they never heard of you
so we usin motherfuckin bars of death to murder you

[Hook]
[Esoteric]
it's murder death kill
[Celph Titled]
or it's kill death murder
[Esoteric]
Celph push they wig back
[Celph Titled]
ES push it back further
[Esoteric]
you comin out your face?
[Celph Titled]
we handle beef to the bone marrow
[Esoteric]
no matter if it's demi gods
[Celph Titled]
or army of the pharoahs


[Esoteric]
we beheadin your heroes steady&ready for eddie guerro
theoretically your chance of deadin me zero
give up your petty dinero..?
we medically and poetically my machete is ready
me men don't need to coast the homie shows keep the gat close
? shove it down your throat, make you bite the iron man like you jackals
bars of death connected like money fresh off the press
an old carcass left in the fetal position no people listen
record spinnin but the needle is skippin
i never needed permission in sayin I don't believe in religion
i believe in peepin a lethal evil tradition
i believe in merkin enemies with precision feedin the fish ? G's in my vision
your styles infintile seek out a pediatrician
it be another emcee missin on the evenin edition

[Bridge]

[Hook]

yea, DC, with the sinister track..

7L & Esoteric - Loud and Clear

[Verse 1]
We can go blow for blow until we're old and gray
You're flow's openly gay hope and pray
That your next LP'll be ghost wrote by Shay
That's the only way you won't die fruity like Ocean Spray
I prefer you recite them verses
Cuz most of your shit sound like a throw away
You ain't a pro you a protégé
This is animal rap, it ain't open mic poetry day
You ain't a solider and no you ain't a trooper
Frontin' like a thug in a Civ when you in deep in a mini cooper
Hooba Shay stay ready for clashin'
My tongue gives out more lashin' than the passion

[Chorus/Esoteric]
This goes out, to every hungry wanna battle emcee
Workin' full time doin' battle entry
This goes out, to the people that sniffin' on the game
Till they overload they brain like an overdose of cane
This goes out, to the workin' man streets dollar holler
In your ear sayin' fuck George Bush now they clear
Get em outta' hear show that cat the door
Cuz we don't wanna hear that bullshit no more

[Verse 2]
You can look at this verse as a word to the wise
Realize open up your eyes
We got people over seas gettin' blown to bits and thrown in a ditch
While Bush is at the game throwin' out the openin' pitch
Double vision bird strugglin' with words
Like Fox news tryin' to pronounce the names of, Arabic Kurds
His staff is absurd
Fuck a chicken I'll battle pride them cats ain't served
On the real it's true I'd dodge a draft too
But see, I don't want what them muthafuckas do
They, all talk like Republican radio
Really only right-winger I supports Cam Neely

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
ES, that's what they call em
Schizophrenic like Smeagal of Golem
How can we stall em, rappers keep fallin'
Y'all are off track like skiin' through a slalom
Read the column mark obituary fickle merry
Men I slay Shay's still a visionary
Who loves women, knows a bitches need
Good sex and bump shoes like Richard Reed
A jail with rebellious minds
Who held time on the frontlines a month at a time
Peace to mankind, y'all can quote this rhyme
I'm well read like a book with a broken spine

[Chorus]

7L & Esoteric - Graphic Violence

[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 be medicinal tests cuz I’m sick in the brain
Sick of the game, never sick of just inflictin’ this pain
I’m thinkin’ names on the reg like a break 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 layers do Mackintosh
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
Lotta pigs pullin’ triggers to blaze ya whole block
Stick a plate in ya chest, give you, a grim death
Don’t, pretend to save I grade the skin flesh
My retinas steam but it’s wrapped in 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

[Guy Talking]
Ya punk ass wanna try somethin’ with me?

[Esoteric]
Yeah what’s that fuck that
Muthafuckas bustin’ at me I bust back
Sword blaze my forte you can’t floor Shay
My style is negative like the image I portray
Change descriptions, let my beard grow
I’m weird though, 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 yells “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 man is talking to (Esoteric)]
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 that (beats Esoteric with belt)
Muthafucka, take that muthafucka (Esoteric cries)
Aw hell boy, stop that cryin’
I didn’t raise me no little bytch!

7L & Esoteric feat. Rise - Grace of Gods

Hey hey what we gon' do is we gon' get the DJ
to give us a few jigga jiggas
So we can get this shit on the road
and get it started, know what I'm sayin?

Yo, rise, 7L, Esoteric, Demigods 1-2, Axis
(I got this)
What you want?

[Esoteric]
You pack chrome I doubt it
I rip out your frame and make no bones about it
ES, shout it, my style slams dark
My rhymes start to combine like dry humps and hand jobs
You need a fade that's a blowout jack
You get MJ on broadway and couldnt stay to come back
Our rags pricy like a reesey Gs
While the twelfth collect dust like pcp fiends
I see through teens like X-ray machines
The smart dads take they kids evil schemes
(You know all these motherfuckers)
My man will disgrace y'all
With y'all threaten marriage and the fantasy baseball
Who's gonna sign me?
Underground rapper got the game down pat like you in the rally
Ready to die like an airline jacker
Crush your skull give you a hairline fracture
I got hotties on the back burna
They won't go away like bodies on the back burna
Did you rhyme? I'd rather people mime
Keep your feeble mind got less lines and equal signs

[Chorus]
no doubt you don't know what it's about
I don't mean to boast but damn if I'm grey
Won't get it on
I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others
no doubt you don't know what it's about
I don't mean to boast but damn if I'm grey
Every line that I recite I consider it art

[Rise]
Ready before the sound checks, before the "You next on's"
A crew this strong, mics that we use get bronze
It's a rapper writin a critic and artist to business
To clan that's all the shit makes you want opinions we give it, dig it
If you get too deep for real when you rock
And the attention levels drop when people look at they watch
Wait against money, on a balance scale time flies
Your mind's controlled by presidents that aren't even alive
Old dogs learn new tricks they can spit on our class
I teach an ol' pit to flip and saw a rapper in half
The last rapper stop beefin' and he showed to the man
Now they beefin' just to see who's our number one fan
Compressed to the glance, people keep my world on enter
The he's and she's and every species in placenta
Heat rises warm up the crib, prayin in cold rubber
The baby stop cryin' and the plants grow better

[Chorus]

7L & Esoteric - Word Association

Esoteric, we're gonna play a little game
I'm gonna give you a word, you tell me exactly what comes to mind
Cool, let's go

Brain - tumor, suede - Puma
Natalie - true, Liv Tyler - rumor
Lionel - my man, weapon - mic stand
Moogoo - gai-pain? Essex - fry clan
Sample - truncate, 45 - drum break
Mescaline - dumb fake, rent money - month late
Aguilera - lame slut, Cameo - change cut
Lance Rivera - shank up, Rawkus Records - bankrupt

[Esoteric]
Sittin here gettin my brain exam'd
Like I'm a, deranged man with the strangest plan
I got the, seat reclined in the therapy spot
The psycho-analyst is lookin at me like I'm a crackpot

Now sit back and relax - I'm doin that already
Please keep your hands steady - Why? - Your face is all sweaty
Yo I'm ready to heave
Mr. Ryan just breathe
I'll do a few more of these, then I'm gonna leave

Okay Tom Cruise - Ray*Ban, Elton John - gay man
Backpack - wack flow, fur coat - Fat Joe
Farrakhan - Nation, mad soul - Haitian
A title, for this joint? Word Association

{*7L scratching*}
"Listen up as I take out the rhyme book"
"From the rude attitude, done got in it to win it"

Okay, now tell me a little bit about your education
I didn't breeze through school, well actually I did
I breezed through the campus center back to my crib
You like to socialize? - Yeah - Well that's no surprise
Plus it's somethin that a lunatic mostly denies
Chill, whatchu tryin to say, that I'm about to explode?
My last crazy episode was during (?)nematode(?)
"Disguising his microbiotics.." that was dope
Well it goes without saying like old folks, continue

Okay Tiger - Chun Li, Crocodile - Dundee
Big pimp - Rocky V, hook shots - from three
Revelie - no crew, nerd bath - tofu
Richard Lewis - beaucoup, where is he? No clue
Groupies - free throws, Aria - need hoes
Chinatown - peep shows, cellos - umm, cheap clothes
Pedophile - pulpit, De La - cool skit
How do you feel about this exam? I think it's bullshit!

{*7L scratching*}
"Well, well, well! I'll be damned"
"Say what?" - "is the word" - "I don't know"
"Like I.. like I said before.."
"Listen up as I take out the rhyme book"
"I'm dead serious and I won't fess it.."
".. but chill 'til I finish the third verse"
"Now, listen-listen to the past"

This is going well, tell me a little about uhh, Metzer

[Esoteric]
The punk stand front and center
Red carpets roll, ladies trumpet as they enter
Light years beyond, my title's number one contender
Mind of an inventor with the grace of a fencer
Look, I gives a fuck if you're white, black or octaroon
I'll lock you in a room, make you pop balloons
filled with toxic fumes, yeah you shoulda bought a tomb
Cause Esoteric puts the Metal to your Face like Dr. Doom

Is-is that true? - Nah but it's a hot rhyme
Just give me a word, I'll say what pops to my mind
Okay cell - phone or prison? Esoteric - vocalism
Freestyle - old tradition, Mass Ave. - Pole Position
Dirtbag - chopperhead, Trevski - knock him dead
Big troops - knuckle up, Jedi Mind - fuck you up
Diesel - buttonfly, Kool Keith - Russian spy
No press - no Es, hope chest - slow death
This a joke? Hell no, kangaroo - velcro
Fat lace - shelltoe, Spud Webb - Elmo?
Letterman - great host, Moltar - Space Ghost
Applebee's - tastes gross, lap dance - pesos
Kid Rock - white trash, Limp Bizkit - don't ask
Handgun - under stress, LSD - punt the rest
Thanks for your time
Peace
That I can't allow
Huh?
You're legally insane, you'll be living here now
What?

7L & Esoteric - Watch Me

Yo.. one-two.. it's only right baby
7L.. these cats are easy kills
It's dangerous, yo, check, yo

[Esoteric]
This type of cat live, like a psycho-hyperactive
sociopath, throwin the math, yo my whole staff's
on attack, on the rap, check the warning track
Rap quarterback, leadin the Patsies in the stack
When the, tongue is the trigger I "Squeeze 1st" like Jigga
I'm bigger than a .38, when I terminate
If I'm, fly by night, it's cause I, sleep 'til 6
Wake up, cop clothes, rock shows with top flows
I be, non-peace, being in every beast
Weapons of the East, take it back, give your head a crease
Leave you dead at least, we roll deep with no beefs
On point like both (?), my breddren hold heat
Leave you, with no teeth like, Kermit the Frog
Murder your squad, with the fear of God, herbin you frauds
You rap Liberaces, make me sicker than the nazis
Esoteric is the name, motherfucker watch me

{*two different samples overlap*}
"Watch where you're headin now.. watch where you go"
"Uh-huh! Uh-huh motherfucker uh-huh!
Watch me Duke, watch me" --> Ghostface Killah

[Esoteric]
I spit verses, perfect for burnin your back curvature
Certain it converted good person into a murderer
Live in Hell's Kitchen and shittin upon the furniture
Sermons that I spit are forbidden, where's the interpreter?
Tell society, I attacked 'em (?)
Like a sabretooth, breakin loose, like (?) in many
My buck-fifty's worth every penny
My team'll put this gun and spleen in the Gulf Stream
The engineer said I'd better relax
'fore I kill you in the booth and leave you dead in your tracks
Put your head in the cracks, my agenda's
takin out fake 5%ers like federal tax
Yo I hack phlegm, and grab the mic by it's stem
To publically humiliate you like a bad friend
Everywhere we go it's like yo that's them
The mad men ballin out like the Pac-10
My ideology embodies thoughts at high velocities
My life is quite an odyssey
End careers with the pen, but never write apologies
Trite psychologically
War, I declare it, Al-Jazeera wouldn't air it

"It's only right that I address this, case in fact.."
"It's only right.. it's only right.. it's only right"

{*two different samples overlap*}
"Watch where you're headin now.. watch where you go"
"Uh-huh! Uh-huh motherfucker uh-huh! Watch me Duke, watch me"

[Esoteric]
Yo, I'm crackin open domes, leavin broken bones, overgrown
With the vocal tone, rap Moses Malone
I'm deattachin my own skull so I can soak it in chrome
Then come back like I'm Destro's clone to take my throne
I'm well known, lyrically my skill is well shown
I'm deadly, and epidemically I'm full blown
To infect it, injected, you're lookin at the face of murder
Erasin words that have you lookin like your Mason Betha
Your name's unheard of, I'll break you like need to break a (?)
Pussy, I'm like a Willie Mays rookie
While you're a '93 Jody Reed, so slow your speed
Got motherfuckers fightin over weed
I cut up guys like butterfly knives
Should of died last, rhyme-wise I'm Jesus times fives
Quick to finalize my plans for your demise
Analyze this, you pitch I hit a line drive

"Watch me Duke, watch me" --> Ghostface Killah

"Watch where you're headin now.. watch where you go"

7L & Esoteric - Warning - Knife in Face

[Esoteric talking]
You motherfuckers
This is some murderous shit right here
It's the E-S, 7L on the track
Potent somethin' through ya bean hat
Don't try to pigeon hold me baby
You know the deal
About to black out on these motherfuckers
It's like this, hey yo

[Verse 1]
We don't pussy foot around shit, we beat down shit
We ain't the cats that you wanna fuck around with
Straight up, like a jump off
you make my skin crawl like a snake
I hold my weight like Triple H, the cerebral assassin
I beat you, defeat you wid the passion
Cash and girls are what motivates me
A small rapper like yaself is needin' safety
I don't claim to be a thug
But that would mean a slug
For any faggo that's givin' or receivin' love
I keep a glove in my right hand
So when I murder wid the mic
they won't trace it when they pull it out ya diaphram
You're in the fryin' pan
I'm a violent man watchin' silence of the lambs
Ready to go out, and stab the jaws off ya mouth
I'm not the one to dis
I'm fearless like Parker than the deer hunter is
No doubt

[Hook]
You thug it out, cut it out
You fuck around we gon' slug it out, club it out
You playin' games we gon' shut you out
So now you know what we about
Pimp slap a thug beyond the shadow of a doubt

[Talking]
Y'all motherfuckers is actin' real fake right
Ya man's land ain't even that man
You ain't livin' that life
You ain't ready for that man, fall back

[Verse 2]
Bitch ass rapper, fake act clapper
Can't fuck around with the underground jaw tapper
Raw rapper, rugged like a Landrover
Handover the mic ya plan's over tonight
Ain't nobody flowin' as tight in y'all click
I'm to sick, to eat a dick
Ya can't get wid the words that I spit
I rip, can't stand none of this fake shit
This side of stupid weak shit, you a baby, go back to Old Navy
Yo I shop Newbury, now you walk new bury
While I'm spendin' cash on Fifth Ave you get tabbed, not a clue
Or the slightest inklin' of who you talkin' to
I slaughter you, my crew hit's you on the face off
First of all shake the hate off
Claimin' that you paid when it's my plates you ate off
The truth is you can't afford to take a day off
You stay soft like my purple label face cloth
My dick you need to stay off
If punch lines were punch clocks you'd be laid off

Hook x2

7L & Esoteric - The Way Out

[7L Talking]
As we come to a close, Dangerous Connection
7L is the deejay and the emcee
Tell 'em ya name son

[Verse 1]
It's the E-S, take a deep breath beat death
Vocals eat flesh, like mesh
Puttin' holes up in ya weak chest
Ya gotta check this
I take ya necklace, leave you neckless
Respect this, it's back to basics
I come through in an A-6
You come through in Asics
Not the real ones the fake shits
I didn't know they made 'em
You couldn't fade spit a def rhyme if you spit my verbtim
Cadillac frank with the baddest bank
All I do is rip crews, hit booze and hit snooze
Fuck around with this and catch a quick bruise
You make about as much sense spittin' ya venom
As a cotton sweatshirt that says Nautica denim
Fuck battlin' cats I'm Jim, Abbottin' cats
Which means single handedly, I'm embarassin' cats

[7L talking]
And it's like that, bangin' beats and dope rhymes
Aiyyo shay....hit 'em off one more time

[Verse 2]
I'm rappin' in a certain way, crack ya vertebrae
And spittin' sweet sixteens like it's ya birthday
I blow green like Jimmy Cliff, but never hit the spliff
The shit I spit'll put ya whip in a fit
Straight airin' out cats like doormats
I've been underground as long, as these civil war cats
My closet, looks like I have five brothers
Cause everything I have yo I have in five colors
Raps im-pair ya brain, clear the lane
My diamond aeroplane'll put the fear in the game
Got the deafest cats out there hearin' my name
Rockin' raincoats to nice to wear in the rain
I crack your commercial raps over ya head
Now your One Twelve got a Jagged Edge
You sound wack if Marly Marl produced you
And our busi-ness is chews crew it's new school

[Talking]
Yo 7L take us the fuck outta here

*scratching until fade*
"I'm the one that does the rockin' all my sounds are legit"

7L & Esoteric - Stalker

"You again" - "Are you following me?"
"Why no, I'm stalking you"
*scratching*
From a distance I desired her
Se-secretly admired her
*scratching*
From a distance I desired her
Se-secretly admired her

[Verse 1]
I stroll through the mall
Runnin' my finger along the wall
I just left a restroom stall
Got a strange way of movin'
Strange way of dressin'
Strange way of makin' a, good first impression
Memphis only jacket, unidentified packet
Sunglasses, jeans wash was acid, newspaper in the back
I also got a dagger strapped to my leg
but who knows what I'm gonna do with that
A sick fuck without employment
Hankerin' in every single shopping center for my own enjoyment
I checkin' out a girl that's fly
She's workin' at the mack make-up counter next to Best Buy
Waitin' by the elevator, tryna look busy
So I can figure out what I'm gonna tell her later
First time I met her I didn't really bait her
I was making change as she was purchasin' a peter
I gave her money back, she gave me a look
Batted her, eyelashes that was all that it took
Now she owes me, cause it's obvious she wants me
I'm looking at you, girl I must have you

[Sample of someone talking]
Cause you're the one
You are the unspoiled virgin bride
You are the blonde canvas on which I will paint my future
Don't you remember you smiled at me once at the croissant tray

[Verse 2]
Quirky and eccentric, I'm a true fiend
I know her routine, her eyes are blue green
I guess they're contacts cause they used to be brown
Plus I watched her get 'em at the optician downtown
I'm always scopin' her usually from far away
She rides the silver Audi off to work everyday
Except for Thursday she gets a ride from her mother
or some other dude until I killed that motherfucker
Forget the narrative, I'm thinkin' horse drawn carriages
and marriages, she likes to eat esparogus so I think
Cause it stinks when I'm hangin' out
At her bathroom sink, having a drink
When she's at the shrink
Yo she never should've winked
Now I got her name on my arm in ink
I'm in her closet strokin' her mink
Looking for the missing link
But all I find is Pink and N'Sync
She's sweet, sixteen and good yet she's callin' me a creep
Cause I'm sneakin' through her backyard just to watch her sleep
Rain snow or sleet, ya gotta understand
Everywhere she goes there I am, the stalker

Hook:
*scratching*
From a distance I desired her
Se-secretly admired her
*scratching*
From a distance I desired her

Alright wanna know what I do
Listen this is how it goes

[Verse 3]
Find out where she works, go online do a search
Dig up some dirt, put on a shirt buy her some skirts
But look like a regular guy don't go berserk
You whole goal's to flirt but now ya gotta lurk
Pretend you're a customer, grab yourself a map
And throw an extra sweater in the bag from The Gap
And keep a low pro, but don't look conspicuous
And don't wear that Iceberg, Why?, it looks ridiculous
Rapid french find a bench near the wench
Put your elbows on ya lap and just sit there like that
Nah, it sounds dreadful but find out her schedule
If she gotta close, ya gotta rock the janitor's clothes
and change thrash 'til ya knees hurt
Water plants in the short sleeve shirt cause you need work
And if she's off at eleven
Be outside with ya lights out and the engine revvin'

*engine revving*

[Older guys talking]
Well I realise recently that I'm getting older
and I think that when I knew this was that teenage girls
don't acknowledge me as a sexual being
Now don't misunderstand me, I'm not saying that I wanna
have sex with teenage girls throw me a bone ya know
How about a smile ya know what I mean? nothing
Nothing unless it's to turn to their friends and go
Why is that weird guy looking at us? (laughing)
What is he doing at the mall?
We can get to the food court their guards there run you guys
I lied, I lied, I lied, of of course I wanna have sex with
teenage girls, doesn't everyone, (laughing even louder)
I mean that's why there's a law (everyone laughs)
If no one wanted to do it
THERE WOULDN'T BE A LAW! (everyone laughs)

7L & Esoteric - Ring Music

[Dusty Rhodes Sample]
I am bad and they know I'm bad
And there were two bad people
One was John Wayne and he's dead brother
And the other one's right here
Mark this down in ya book daddy
There's a big difference
Between the legend, and the man
And I want you to take a look
At what will happen to you
Then next time you step in the ring with me
Because, as we start to watch this thing
I, am the legend
You, are the man
And there's a mighty big difference between the two

[Beyonder]
Rock with me y'all
Rock with me y'all
Rock rock rock with me y'all
Bars Of Death y'all 7L y'all
ES y'all c'mon c'mon

[Esoteric]
Chill chill
I got this I'ma take the weight myself dog
You ain't gotta spot this
Y'all playin' a volley game
I write a rap spit fire like plower planes
Dangerous type connection 7L
E to the S it's a rap ring the bell
I got the game on lock while you struggle
You stayin' up to ya neck in Bills like Bledsoe in the huddle
The way I'm flowin' is heat we temp a million and one
I'm tryin' to keep a cool head like Ted Williams son
I feel ya son, if you do salute the champ
Recognize the return and that's the full camp
Yo Hawk and Animal hit the ring bring the madness
Road Warrior Black Sabbath the Bars Of Death
With this mic in my hand
I'm like the Legion of Doom comin' out to iron man
Understand, it's ya last one so take a breath
And pretty up you muthafuckas have got a date with death

[Beyonder]
Yeah do it 7L, do it, do that shit oh

[Esoteric]
It goes one for forensics two for the shell
Three for my DJ known as 7L
ES, I'm back in the verse crackin' the earth
Lyrics, lift ya spirit like jackin' a hearse
The boys sick, somethin' musta happened at birth
He rep the Bean, but he ain't strappin' the curse nope
It's in my head no need for pen and pad
See my mothers mind makes me one intelligent lad
And um, these good looks elements of my dad
Chicks be findin' me magnetic like I'm mentally mad
Hell invent in the lab nooks like a decayed tooth
Demigods Pharaohs I rep the heavy set like Babe Ruth
Name twice and battle my team
You don't wanna scream and end ya career like Howard Dean do ya
I seen through ya, flow like the pattern
You can't run no type of game without askin' Madden
Put my shit online hit you with enough amp
To take down the net like division one champs