7L and Esoteric - Runaway (copywrite diss)

[Esoteric Talking]
I know you didn't just open your mouth....
I know of all people, the lowest of the low... I see your tail waggin', dog

[Verse 1]
Copywrite, you don't wanna fight, this here's a mic
Let me show your bitch ass how to rock it right
Let's begin, I know you saw my battle with Jin
That's why you ran like the wind and jumped out of your skin
You weren't sayin' "Fuck Soundcheck"
You was sayin' "fuck the whole set! Cage, c'mon, dawg, we gotta jet!"
Now it's on, don't ever mention 'Lo in your songs
(Why?) cause even Thirstin know you still live with your moms
In the stix where hoes don't even shave
Folks don't even bathe and roads ain't even paved
Hillbilly Pete tryin' to keep it street, but you nerdy
Actin' 730 when you Powerbar Ernie
Whiteboy sayin' "nigga" sounds sick
When the only black in you be Camel Tao's dick
You a grown man with no plans
And still callin' up college radio requestin' your own jams
("Ayo, I'm tryin' to blow up!") but you're way off course
Cause The Source doesn't cover ciphers in Short North, motherfucka

[Chorus]
You a battle MC? You ain't battle Shay
We called you out in NYC, you ran away
Drop the mic, find another cat to bite
You ain't tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight?)

[Esoteric Talking]
Hahah, don't worry about Landspeed payin' me...Worry about why they rejected
your whole album... and sent E.C. packin' based on your bullshit..

[Verse 2]
You made a second jam and still you couldn't get it right
Gettin' out of bed at night and checkin' my website
Usin' a dead mic, jackin' other cats' beats
Cause y'all producers are weak and wouldn't co-sign the beef
Usin' that beat like you a fan of The Lox
You handlin' glocks? This is where the fantasy stops
What, you thought I forgot you run with Cannibal Ox?
("I can't even watch!") you scared to bust like amateur cops
Flip Dog from "Whiteboys", mocked Danny Hoch
Ernest goes to Brooklyn and gets his little chain tooken
How you lookin' in them dirty ass Nikes
With a 15 year old chicken head you callin' wifey?
Pencil-neck, in an Avirex from your moms
You in your mid-20's hittin' up junior proms
You abused your creative control
Spittin' punchlines so corny they should come with a drum roll
Holla at Skillz about a purchase
Your writing's worthless, recycling wack verses
And that shit is unoriginal and sloppy
But what do I expect from a cat named Copy?

[Chorus]
You a battle MC? You ain't battle Shay
We called you out in NYC, you ran away
Drop the mic, find another cat to bite
You ain't tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight?)

[Esoteric Talkin]
Yo, that was your girl? I thought that was your little sister, dog. The big
field trip to N-Y, after y'all skated after 9-11. Punk motherfuckers

[Verse 3]
You went from ridin' Cage's nuts to sayin' "Cage is nuts
He's a shady fuck, let him get stomped, I hate his guts!"
And plus, you admitted you was glad you left
And not seein' him get beat was your only regret
If that takes the cake then this here's the frosting
Y'all were fightin' over the same chick from Boston
Cage hit the showers, bow to these powers
Call BK back, tell 'em you need hours
You should've left "Haterama" on the net
I said "fuck a reply", but you wouldn't let it die
(The illest four letter word in the world is) AIDS
Just cause you got it don't mean you can change its name to Cage
"Speaking Real Words" with Deck, you keep sweating
But your label paid for more guests than a Greek wedding
Copy, your state should be embarassed of you
See that battle shit you talk about, I actually do

[Chorus]
You a battle MC? You ain't battle Shay
We called you out in NYC, you ran away
Drop the mic, find another cat to bite
You ain't tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight?)

[Esoteric Talkin]
Huh... Copybite... Now you go home... write as many raps as you want...
but you can't turn back time
Face the facts... you bounced on your motherfuckin' man... left him there...
That's some shady ass shit, you's a fuckin' snake
Actually, I guess he wasn't even really your man cause...
cause you said you were glad... glad that he got his ass kicked
That's some funny shit... You wanted to see that shit go down, too
You a shady motherfucker
You makin' Cage look like the real motherfuckin' man and he's a bitch too!
Haha, y'all need to posse up over there...
backstabbin' each other, callin' each other pussies and shit..
Haha, I read that Elemental Magazine...
I'll be laughin' at that shit 'til next Halloween...
You spoke too soon, Cage
You know the deal, Esoteric.. 7L
Oh, and another thing... kill all that..
the la la about the guns and shit
Y'all ain't got no motherfuckin' guns...
Y'all pull a gun on me, I'll swallow that shit like..
"Shoot me motherfucker! Shoot me! Pull the trigger on me motherfucker!"
Hahah, y'all some bitches... bring it

7L and Esoteric - Protocol

-I suppose you're programmed for etiquette and protocol.
-Protocol? Why, it's my primary function

My rap tone cracks domes and backbones
Shamus known as Esoteric wrecks tracks (tracts) like gallstones
You're prone to perish for biting sentences
Printing lyrics on your j-card without citing references
Crazy ill kids fill me like placebos
But I don't pull steel like Magneto
I'll leave you black and blue like Max Rebo
Offa my cerebral, God complex but no cathedral
I hammer heads like Momanaydon, underground like Raydon
Throw my tape on, I burn your wax down to a crayon
Word, I used to take chemistry and physics
Now I take it to your chest piece like a bishop
What is it? Shamus rippin' apart mental composites
Diagnostic, caustic, I desposit
Brains of rap stars in glass jars
My frame's composed of more species than Madagascar
I gobble suns like a quasar
You're Hailey's comet, and although low
I rock don't make me patriotic
I'm still robotic rebel alliance medic
Shamus the god awful also known as Esoteric

-I'm the creator of the rhymes you praise
-Only tryin' to show you what your records keep on missin' is
-All of y'all with the gall, I will leave in a daze
-So sucka mc's, please think twice

I'm knockin some sense in kids like boxing events
My toxins dispese, blockin' your vents like oxygen tents
That club ish, singin in the break stuff is rubbish
You'll never catch Shamus Ryan with that stuff published
So stop the gimmicks and the image that you're mimicking
Cause that'll be detected like alpha toxin carcinogen
Behind me, my cortex nematode brings Strontium-90
And spits it back in your face kindly
Remind me, to stomp a silly goose
Your shit is played like the power of Zeus
A joke for those who try to produce
You couldn't be real if I turned you to magnetic tape
Oh you tried to replicate my whole genetic state, I generate
Like electricty, devastate with symmetry
Penetrate heads with metal plates I set it straight
like alignments, put your wack raps up on Ken Simon
Cause you can't get paid until you sell out with rhymin'
I'm in, a state of euphoria
Android warrior your raps are gettin' sorrier and sorrier
The protocol drugs players like topply
Tsunami and I'm ?hissed like horozami?

-I'm the creator of the rhymes you praise
-Only tryin' to show you what your records keep on missin' is
-All of y'all with the gall, I will leave in a daze
-So sucka mc's, please think twic

7L and Esoteric - Mercy killing

You can find me in the club where the huns at
Muthafuck that trucker hat hug-rap
I know who I am, who I be, who I always was
Not a rapper that would dis another just to start a buzz
You should know that, just let the beef go away
How many weathermen do I have to slay
El-P give that mouth a rest
Go and get yourself in shape give that couch a rest
I sent you a demo in 94 with straight original shit
No scientifical shit
And you cats talk about it like it's still in your whip
If you're large as you say, why you still sweating Shay?
Pissed cuz I reminisce about boom-bap
You just made cuz you make your money off nerd-rap
And can never change that, the fact you make soft shit
Embarassed so you gotta remind us about the profit
Sorry that I study from the blueprint
And don't associate with your nerd-rap movement
"Independently I sold..." man, get over yourself
Every interview I read it's like your blowing yourself
Putting doe on your shelf? Stop hoeing yourself
You're a herb, look at you, you know it yourself!
I showed you love from day one and I kept on
But now you upset because your boys got stepped on
If you were as smart as you claim to be
And had beef muthafucker you should've came to me
But no, write a dis, hope you won't get caught
Cuz you know I never peep shit from Gaysop Rock
Listen, I liked Funcrusher that was that
But then you heard Dr. Octagon and never looked back
"Blue Flowwwers" Allow me flex my true powers
And send this fucking hobbit back to the two towers
..............No I'm not stopping yet
Bars of Death ain't done it ain't dropping yet
I got jokes about your face believe me
But dissing you because of your looks is too easy
You can't help that you a Keebler elf, "Mr. Be Yourself"
You should see yourself
I saw that DVD man I can't understand
Why you find it so hard to shake a fan's hand
These are the cats that love you when you do shit
And actually think the stuff you make is music
But this is hip-hop kid don't confuse it
With herbs trying to hard to make "that new shit"
Bitching about doing a show for short change is fine
But taping it is assinine
Then releasing it? That's an ego trip
Get off your own dick, that's some ego shit (fuck outta here)
Revolution ain't them beats you record
Sounding like my girl's cat when it walks across my keyboard
You ain't different, you just can't work your equipment
Now don't come back with that run-on sentence rap
Spit it slow, so I can understand you, yo
Went from Co-Flow to no flow, rushing your rhymes

No punchlines, just a bunch of punched in lines
Bed-wetter, you as hip-hop as Eddie Vetter
If you a true b-boy, explain that mohawk and the Fred Perry sweater
That look is priceless!
Now who's the muthafucker with the identity crisis?

You ain't mad at me dog, you mad at what you've become

[part 2]

Banned from New York? Muthafucka don't sleep
I got a freak in each borough, I was there last week
You cancelling shows in Boston, acting shook
Say you from Harlem, telling me to come to Red Hook
You wanna rep Brooklyn? Ain't no Biggie in you
Fat sloppy fuck sound like Winnie the Pooh
Plus dwelling on this beef is a bad decision
The only fight you ever had is with your own metabolism
Making them mixtapes, mainstream coverband
Wannabe G-Unit but sold like 3 units? Damn!
Baby Huey talks like he had a stroke
I remember when he told me "Be Alert" was sooo dope
You was a fan home soaking the bed
See when I was eating rappers you was eating loaves of bread
A big oaf with dreads and a clammy handshake
Now you making records that even your fans hate
I'll treat you like a Taun-Taun, and slash your flesh
And give New York's homeless a place to rest
It ain't about the Weathermen, it's whether or not your men
Whether or not your femme, Vast drop and gimme 10
Know your limits, Grimace, you can't finish
All out of shape fishing for beef but out of bait
Sherman Klump's in a writing slump no lie
Nutty Proffessor, minus the sweater and bow tie
Come take my lotto? Man, that's a waste
With that tape, all you really robbing is your fan base
You be claiming you a man but got big saggy tits
Coppin all your sweaters from a store for fat chicks
"If this was 86..." man if this was 86
You'd be sitting in baby shit, crying for some cake and shit
"Vast is deep!" You kids don't understand
Anyone can sound deep to an overzealous fan
So protect that neck Shrek, before I strike again
You and El-P = Lenny and George from Mice & Men
The shit is getting old but the beef is fun
It's like, 5 on 1 I got you fuckers on the run
So get your facts straight, stop running your mouths
I keep this mic with me, dog come and get m

7L and Esoteric - Verbal assault

Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
(It's very likely you know what I'm saying)
Verbal assault, rhymes ripping through the mix
(Grab the microphone and keep the place hoppin')

Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
(It's very likely you know what I'm saying)
Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix

Check...yo

[Verse One]
Check the rap cat spit the phat shit to mack dips
While you pack clips and bag bricks to stack chips
I only smack dicks if they act slick
And only jack whips if they model flag-shifts
The type to flow and strike your soul
Blindfolds and mind control kid its time to roll
Cuz'I taking MC's opperating like empties
Send freeze through your chest, worth ten G's
Or maybe more, because the rap style is crazy raw
I'm breaking backs taking it back to Eighty-Four
You could never (?) knowing the cat spit
Gorilla rap shit, ban Esoteric when I attack shit
Your flow was tighter, we'll make your shows tighter
Man at loose cannon to hold you tighter
When Esoteric shines kid it gets no brighter
You couldn't be fresh if Shane was a ghost-writer
That's my real name, your shit real lame
Your in this to discriminate so mine's the real game
I'm putting it down plus I'm on the attack
With a verbal assault, crab cats fall back

Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
(It's very likely you know what I'm saying)
Verbal assault, rhymes ripping through the mix
(Grab the microphone and keep the place hoppin')

[Verse 2]
My rhyme scheme blinds nineteen fiends like high beams
Shatters pipe dreams of teams like crime scenes
The production, plus my raps bring destruction
Dangerous like spontaneous combustion
I rush in, bring MC's to their knees
Jewel thieves, rap cats those who move keys
I'll take that wife on you, take that ice on you
Sell it back to your ass raise the price on you
When adversaries bite the "Dactyl" will have to strike
Be rappers with the mic like I practice every night
Vocabulary's tighter than a "Seven-Forty I"
I mortify forty-five guys for their lives
The forty-sixth make sure he cries before he dies
And tears from his eyes made my name immortalize
Esoteric, certified heat speaker
Beat freaker puttin (?) deep in the sleeper

Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
(It's very likely you know what I'm saying)
Verbal assault, rhymes ripping through the mix
(Grab the microphone and keep the place hoppin')

Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
(It's very likely you know what I'm saying)
Verbal assault, rhymes ripping through the mix
(Grab the microphone and keep the place hoppin')

[Verse Three]
We wreck tracks suffer no setbacks and stress cats
To the max slapping up (?) tax you get back
Shane you've been born
I'm ripping stakes up in any way shape or form
Check the brainstorm, when these fake kids get torn a new ass
Bullet-proof glass can't last
Went up against the mass I'll splash your broadcast
Rip your sound station
Dictation, blow strips off your foundation
Now you all know Ralph at all shows
I scalp all pros like Al The Salvo
The Teradactyl, swooping like a scavenger
Calling shots like a passenger add em' into capture
Run right, through your gun fight during dung night
Still touch mics it be positive like blood types
Word up kid I'm on the attack
With a verbal assault crab cats call back

Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
It's very likely you know what I'm saying
Verbal assault, rhymes ripping through the mix
Grab the microphone and keep the place hoppin'

Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
It's very likely you know what I'm saying
Verbal assault, rhymes ripping through the mix
Grab the microphone and keep the place hoppin

7L and Esoteric - The soul purpose

[VERSE 1: Esoteric]
There's a lot of cats out there that's doin this now
And a lot of cats out there that threw in the towel
Some are new to the style, so they take time to learn
Other cats want burn, they can't be concerned
With the time it takes, rhymin takes, so they violate
Grab a pen, begin to gather men
Form a crew of new jacks that never knew jack
That never knew wack, that never knew the old boom bap
Make the track, the illegit, the counterfeit
The snare sounds like a kick
You're full of shit, you ain't been doin this long
I'm fresh, Grandmaster Caz said it best:
"You can't buy a mic at a quarter to 2
And be a real MC before the day is through"
Rap today is a circus, underground or surface
Know why you're doin this, kid, the soul purpose

(Soul)
(You know the deal)
(Soul)
(You know the deal)
MC's come and MC's go
But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow
It's called the
(Soul)
(You know the deal)
(Soul)
(You know the deal)
MC's come and MC's go
But they can't fuck...

[VERSE 2: Esoteric]
Cats on the underground, they like to run around
And throw the word done around with no gun around
Distributors be actin funny like clowns
They buy now, pay later like the money down
Fuck that cause we got to pound through it
And rough muthafuckas up if it comes down to it
Pose a threat, so what you hold a Tec
And go to war for nothin like a homeless vet
I bet your ass don't weigh 90 pounds wet
Down at the sound check I caught your ass with a broken neck
You know my rep, so you know the steps, go 'head, slide
Tell your story walkin like a tourguide
Cause my peoples ain't tryin to hear that
We to-the-rear that, scared rap cats we stare at
You know the outcome, a power move yo, I'm 'bout one
And show you what it's all about son

(Soul)
(You know the deal)
(Soul)
(You know the deal)
MC's come and MC's go
But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow
It's called the
(Soul)
(You know the deal)
(Soul)
(You know the deal)
MC's come and MC's go
But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow

[VERSE 3: Esoteric]
I pulverize, scold the guys on the vinyl
Speak my piece, like gun talk I'm homicidal
Big execs pay the debts on the Lex
I cop the R-o-lex, GoreTex in different sets
It's time to up the ante, you're like a Camry
I'm like a Benz that's ready for the Grand Prix
Of Monaco, your song is so lame
I'm like cocaine to the nose and brain
I'm like a gold chain to the fans of older Kane
You know the name, I'm doin this for the love, the dough and fame
A fool with Technics and some bullshit beats
Need to shut his mouth when the cool kid speaks
My name is Esoteric, that's 7L
Spinna made the track muthafucka, can't you tell?
Dope-ass beats, dope cuts and dope verses
Thanks for your purchase, now peep "The Soul Purpose"

(Soul)
(You know the deal)
(Soul)
(You know the deal)
MC's come and MC's go
But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow
It's called the
(Soul)
(You know the deal)
(Soul)
(You know the deal)
MC's come and MC's go
But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow

7L and Esoteric feat. Mr.Lif - Operating correctly

[Mr.Lif talking]
Microphone check, Esoeteric & Lif
Who could measure, the length or the width
Still we make the fuckin' earth shift
Check

[Lif & (Esoteric)]
I get maniacal, on ya parietal, lobes
I make my rounds as globes
When the ground is cold I hibernate
And inspire fate to run it's natural course
Propelled by God's actual force
Surely you will call that what you battled and lost
Call ya dispatch, tell them niggaz it's a mismatch
You fell on the blade of Lif's axe
(Standby) while ya whole crew gets shanghai'd
(The verdict) Lif and Esoteric by landslide
(Start a rue) heat 'em up (they ought to cool)
I'm not a fool well educated
Thus positivity is underrated
In an ignorant world few related
So sometimes, I run rhymes through bloodlines
Makin' sure my vinyl plate gets spun on platelets

[Hook:]
(Rappers wanna battle when ya know that we're deadly)
(Es-E-Esoteric) "operating correctly"
If you wanna bring it you can swing it directly
It's Mister Lif, "operating correctly"
(You can try and front and try and disrespect me)
(On the cut is 7L) "operating correctly"
Dj's and emcees who wanna come test we
Lif and Esoteric, "operating correctly"

[Esoteric & (Lif)]
I hand deliver this, carnivorous verse
Legal rappers live wid this you can't get rid of this
Mad potent (experiment for the moment)
Raise to a higher power like an exponent
My moment of truth's infinite, I'm omnipotent
Rippin' it, up perfect malice of the cut
What (is it that you plan to do)
(When Mister Lif and Esoteric manhandle you)
Ya fans and ya crew (they're one and the same)
Waitin' for a sucka lame still stuck in the game
So tuck in ya chain kid you got nothin' to gain
Must be lovin' the pain and want one to the frame
Cause I'll cut up ya brain and draw blood from ya veins
The residence of the king crabs go up in flames
(Some say steppin' to us is fuckin' insane)
Like jumpin' off a train go into buckets of change
You'll get maimed

[Hook]

[Lif]
If the sun dies out I'll write by saturn's lantern
Searchin' for the truth in caverns
A physical man fightin' phantoms
Sinkin' in the ocean by leagues and fathoms
A watery grave for an honorin' slave
Massa always told him that he ought to behave
Eternal conflict of power in the hands of man
Prepare for the life of the damned

[Esoteric]
I brainwash cats like paraldehyde so they shall abide
My style drives through the valley side
Where I'm pervious to genocide
The superhuman robbin' enterprise
We pen-alize men who spread the lies
You better rise, I'm throwin' jab hooks at the plaintiff
Dangerous, ne-farious, how I paint this, scenario
Time to steamroll, mash the place
Raps thrash the base and leave wack cats deceased

[Hook]

7L and Esoteric - Mic mastery

[Esoteric]
Yo, yo,yo I weave a tapestry strike rapidly and magically
Alter battle rap habitats automatically
You back down, I change your background like Photoshop
My oratory inventory's overstocked
I'm ripping the track, djs are enjoying it
"Cutting it up, and completely destroying it"
Ambidextrous, yo you must be on a deathwish
Stepping to this, I'm venemous I'll leave you breathless
I spat words, waxed and taxed herbs
Your raps absurd, backs get fractured,
My crack a shell, bag your mademoiselle
Take the cake then I break like a bat out of hell
You fuck with Esoteric catch a capital L
Lock horns with 7L, son there's none parallel
You need a beat to flow to?
You're lucky if your said Hello to
Bitch-ass crab I thought I told you

"Known to be the master in the M.C. field"
"Make way, 'cause here I come"
"Known to be the master in the M.C. field"
"Cover every angle on the mic, I'm killin'"

It's Esoteric kid, yeah that's whose spitting
Ask Lew dipping in the back, brew sipping
I spit hot shit when wack crew ripping
It even leaves the ink on your tattoo dripping
Crab cat talk about how your seeing gats
The only metal you hold is the one for being wack
The only battle you've been in is the one you reinact
Talking trash from the back like a sneak attack
I'm strictly biz cause I'm going where Parrish went
You ain't wack, you's a fucking embarrassment
I'm making sense like your last record's total sales
I spoke in brail, you felt it so much
That you left with broken nails
When packing a jam, harrassing the fans for not clapping their hands
Cuz you ain't dope you just a flash in the pan
Like coke to a crack dealer bagging a gram
I rock a fitted cap, can't deal with little straps
Strictly big guns when it comes to ripping tracks
I ain't sweating sales, dub this for your crew
Cuz once they hear the rhymes they're gonna want the cover too

[Hook x2]

Yo I take command crushing all my enemies, breaking their hands
A giant avalanche quaking your fam
The mic killer, I bring doom ripping buffons
Rhymes expand like the womb in delivering rooms
Too gory, these kids split Whigs like a Tory
More importantly I bring the 4th degree of sorcery
Orally, forgery authorities report to me
Quarterly, the way I corner borders be like Normandy
I'm ornery, words turn, as your verse squirms like an earthworm
First learn, churches burn as worlds turn
Predicaments, make your ligaments of no significance
I'm speaking real words kid your speaking ignorance
I must insist, it's tough to feel dissed
By a rap group I don't even know exists
What you maggots hope to say, could never serve Shay
The only wax you put out was candles on your birthday

[Hook x2]

7L and Esoteric - Jealous Over Nothing

[Verse 1]
I this day and age, babes strut with their shades up
C, B or A cup, usually in make up, they flake up
Won't date me cause I took a pay-cut
Even though they make eight bucks workin' at grey cuts
Hourly, I'm sufferin' from a break up
They serve screw at the grey cut, I need to wake up
I call my ex-girl up say how you doin'
I just called to tell you bout this new girl I'm screwin'
She's a super model and you ain't shit
She stands five foot eleven, a body from heaven
The girl's no slut, but I was fuckin' her before we broke up
To don't get all choked up, know what?
I think that ya seen her, brunette, British accent
Cover Girl blazin' the double issue of Maxim
More than just a trophy
You gotta see the boaty that she bought me
Wid a look that Angelina Jolie wants to copy
Cause she's on the cuttin' edge of fashion
Bubble bath splashin' I'm lovin' all the passionate
Moments that we spend, alone in her Benz
Or rollin' with her friends, goin' to Rome on weekends

[Hook:]
Look at you girl you gettin' jealous over nothin'
Say you ain't mad but I see you only frontin'
You didn't want me then but I bet you want me now
It's too late baby it's too late now

[Verse 2]
You know the girl I mean, she's in every magazine
Nothin' you've seen, you must hate Guess jeans
Don't lie, I know you know the girl I'm speakin' of
It must eat you alive and burn you up indside
To know that I have her, plus that I tap her
Plus the fact she likes the fact that I'm a rapper
Yes she's intelligent, and before me she was celibate
Her name?, that's irrelevant
Don't worry, you'll just get yourself in a fury
I'll wind up dead and you'll wind up, with the jury
Now don't get mad cause I've found someone else
To take your place, you're the one that wanted space
I can see you now with that look on your face
Beginnin' to pace, now you're tearin' up your place
The sick thing is, I think I really think I love her
Diamonds said it best jealousy's a motherfucker

[Hook]
[scratching of "I can see it inside ya face"]

[Verse 3]
Staright up, this woman's beautiful physically and mentally
Intellectually, sexually she's full of energy
And when I'm with the girl I don't pay
She's on every guest list, not like I ain't
But still, she's really ill, I think you ought to chill
You're gettin' green with envy, green like ?K.Pienspe?
I don't wanna scare ya, well actually I do
That's why I'm tellin' you a bunch of shit that isn't true
Now I warns you, that I was only bluffin'
Look at you girl ya gettin' jealous over nothin'
What I mean is ya gonna be pissed
When ya find out that this girl doesn't exist
And yo, I guess I know what you're thinkin' about
I hope you figurin' out, I ain't diggin' her out
I just sit and I pout, piggin' out at Dairy Queen
Thinkin' how you'd always say you'd be there for me
The real reason I called is to ask you to marry me
Cause this girl is fake I hope I'm not too late...[echo]...

[Hook x2]

7L and Esoteric - Guest list

No jeans, no boots, no chains, no hats,
And still you play rap, I don't understand that
These cats hit the club, looking mad rave
On some oxymoronic shit, looking straight gay

Now I ain't gonna pay, 'cause my name's on the guest list
Fuck your dress code, I'm dressed in fresh mode
And about to explode,
'Cause you're taking mad long with my ID
I'm in here weekly
You know my face by now,
Stop wasting my time, you know the deal, get me out of this line
"The list is closed"
How you gonna say the list is closed?
I'm rocking ?? shoes and ?? 6-0's
"Yeah, step right ahead ladies"
No, no, you ain't --
Come on, you're being silly
I know Bruno and Billy
Plus 7L's spinning, that's my DJ
"What do you mean he's your DJ?"
Yo, yo

[Chorus:]

No jeans, no boots, no chains, no hats,
And still you play rap, I don't understand that
These cats hit the club, just to get dissed
"I'll wreck the spot if I'm not on the guest list"

I'm playing the game, respecting the bouncer
Acting like he has fame, but when I complain
He makes room for some wack cats
Blue shirt, black slacks,
Spiked hair, silver chains,
Motherfucker looking lame
?No one has to speak?
"Just take it easy there, chief"
Chief?! What's this, some type of personal beef?
See, I could be a dyke on a pedal bike
Rockin' metal spikes, multicolored dreadlocks, and reppin' tights
A college cat with a white hat and ?pro? shoes
Who still thinks Abercrombie's the big news
I could be a bucklehead, I could be a raver
I could run around Lansdowne with my pants down, ?on E?
And still get in this club for free
But since I MC, yo, you front endlessly
"You got a college ID?"
You know the doorman's agenda:
"You had to pay so you could enter"

[Chorus]

It's 2000 now, these cats know the ??
I could roll up in the club and not show my ID
I could dress like a Texan, rock French Connection
Break out my BDP shirt from '87
It doesn't matter, I rock ?the scully? and Timbs
Wear a camouflage jumpsuit to cover my limbs
They're still like "Come on in, here's a tonic and gin
Everybody, Eso's here, the night can begin"
Yo, I really can't complain, it's free champagne
Everybody knows my name, here let me explain:
See the cats who ?pat me down?, wanna ?gas? me now
"Yo Eso, shit's hot, just waiting on that album now"
Yeah, no doubt, you know the deal, stay up
Everything is name brand, I'm pulling chicks like a caveman
'Cause when I hit the club, I don't get dissed, because
"I'll wreck the spot if I'm not on the guest list"

[Chorus]

[shout outs]

7L and Esoteric feat. Vinnie Paz - Chain reaction

[Vinnie Paz talking]
Yo, this fuckin' Vinnie Paz baby
Esoteric baby, 7L baby
We takin' y'all motherfuckas to war
Teachin' y'all how to rhyme, awrite
So feel me, before I stuff a fuckin' sock in ya mouth
and stick you in my trunk, what, check it out
It's like this, yo, yo, yo

[Vinnie Paz]
This Vinnie Paz let me tell you how I handle my beef
Hands in ya safe, watch how I slang to a beat
And you weak motherfuckas better stand at my feet
'Fore I beat motherfuckas when I handle my heat
So consider this verse here a motherfuckin' bomb threat
Cause I ain't even let out, all of my dogs yet
I ain't even pulled out my four fours yet
I ain't even let out, all of the launch yet
That's why ya plams sweatin', you fake bitch
I'm strong like Iron Mike Tyse in eight six
You fake snitch, you get slashed wid fast razors
Fuckin' wid Paz mean you dead, and that's basics
Slash racist, he'll rob ya parents and go
Y'all crazy big wid no skill like ?????? bo
Vinnie Paz bring physical rain
And the only thing y'all feel is physical pain, what

[Hook:]
We steady blastin, ya city gon' crash in
Ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
See a wack rapper, and start smashin'
"And that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction"

[Esoteric]
I'm like Bill Gates motherfucka
You're like Philbert Grate's younger brother
My rap style's undiscovered
Dames wide like the frame or the Lincoln Navigator
Style just like an aborigine that wrestles alligators
You know the deal crab rappers peel
I give 'em shit that they can feel
My style's like steel
You can stop tanks wid it, rob banks wid it
Plot pranks walk planks block shanks wid it
That's why when I challege you cats you ain't wid it
And that's where the battle is at you can't spit it
Rappers tryna play-che, that'll be the day-che
Pulls a forty-five and ain't just spittin' reggae
Today's pay day, we on some dumber shit
Rip you out the whip throw ya body up the front of it
Put you in check, put my foot to your neck
You lookin' up to Esoteric and I've come to collect

[Hook x2]

[Vinnie Paz]
The Army is back, and we bombin' the track
Armed wid a gat, blood spill onto the DAT
Regardless of that, battery assault wid a mack
And Vinnie Paz a motherfuckin' dog when I rap
You beef wid one of us, we all in ya back
And a muh'fucker like me, put claws on ya back
Stalk you like that, y'all just talk like Grovano
My team, they fuck up more keys than a piano

[Esoteric]
Yo check it, my method on the microphone's murderin'
Blood curdlin', surfacin', the soul purpose still
Circling, in ya shitty deck
I defeat a vet, leave him wreck his breath
watch him bleed to death
Cause I'm the type of rapper that packs to full capacity
Actin' like you packin' a gapper to pull the blast on me
With Vinnie Paz on my side known as Ikon
We got it covered like cats that hold the mic wrong

[Hook x2]

7L and Esoteric - Call me E.S.

[Esoteric]
Aiyyo, 1-2
Yo yo

[Verse 1]
I cool out on the west coast, lamp in the east
If your rappin for change, then I'd be dancin for peace
A pretty boy gangsta with his pants in a crease
Spike the Berrier, spike the campus police
Now I don't give a fuck if it's your aunt or your neice
Best man or ya priest, your fam's gettin deceased
Cuz I keep shit hot, like a flannel or fleece
And bringin dimes this way is sand to the beach
Relax to the sun, I get harrassed by the ton
Want to beat you for money son, I'll smack him for fun
I represent the east baby, that's where I'm from
I'll smoke you on the mic, and blacken your lungs
I keep my girls close like I'm packin a gun
By the foot of my bed, where my jacket is hung
A callabo, I don't see it happenin son
And a battle, I don't see you lastin through one

[Hook]
I'm taggin rappers out, cuz they're way off base
And see 'em try and take the lead as I rock the place
Esoteric fell off? No that's not the case
I'm standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race

[Verse 2]
I'm ready to wreck ya, sever ya sector
Speak of my hands, just let the 7L lecture,
Don't put it past me, like your the firearm,
and I'm the metal detector, I'm here to protect ya
My rhyme is the paint, and the beat is the texture
Interrior design, when I rhyme I affect ya
Say it's amazing, +Trail Blazin+ like Drexler
In my act, you play the bad wreckin extra
Sorry homeboy, didn't mean to upset ya
You wanna grab the mic, but your hand won't let ya
Cuz it knows that if you do, you'll go home on a stretcher
Call the ambulance on the cell to come get'cha
I do this type of shit right here, just for pleasure
Stress relief, wait 'til my next release
I'll be hittin every station like a press release
7L & Esoteric, hip-hop expertise

[Hook]
I'm taggin rappers out, cuz they're way off base
I see 'em tryin to take a lead as I rock the place
Esoteric fell off? No that's not the case
I'm standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race

[scratching - "They call me E.S. the Overlord of Fresh"]

[Verse 3]
I smack the new jacks just to add to the stats
My massive attack leaves your anatomy flat
I'm not mad at you black, yo I'm gad that you rap
As a matter of fact, cats are ? wack
Now your askin for that, maybe a pat on the back
Yo I'll tell you your phat, and sound phat on that track
Then I'll show up, where ya have the factories at
Grab a batterin axe, you start to shatter ya gats
And that'll be that, make sure everythings workin
I get heads open like a, brain surgeon
When I came splurgin, veterans became virgins
First they wanna battle but now, they ain't certain
Rhyme like a tech nine, it's the God-offilis
Clappin on command like a studio, audience
You could take a dope sample, chop it up or loop it
But still can't freak it like Joe, some cats proved it

[Hook x2]
I'm taggin rappers out, cuz they're way off base
And see 'em try and take the lead as I rock the place
Esoteric fell off? No that's not the case
I'm standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race

[scratching - "They call me E.S. the Overlord of Fresh"]
[repeat until end]

7L and Esoteric feat. Inspectah Deck - Speaking real words

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo.. INS the Rebel, your highness
with 7L and Esoteric, speaking real words
Speak on it kid!

[Esoteric]
Yo, I touch the mic like a savage
The Esoteradactyl's rap style's beyond average
To say the least, I'm slayin beasts with the right plan
I'll take your hype man and beat him with the mic stand
You're like, "Damn! I better get a resource"
I'll overpower three-fourths of your police force
You're talkin to a fugitive who'll serve your crew
fake his own death and come back to murder you
Who raps to the crack of dawn? Who's the droid
who destroyed numerous humanoids like atom bombs?
You're nothin but a tag-a-long, that I be raggin on
7L's on the cut, while Joe is tappin on
the 3000, me I'm just loungin
Waitin for a sucker MC to start poundin
You know the deal, so check the cassette
It's Esoteric and Inspectah Deck, what you expect?

[7L cuts and scratches]

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, yo, yo
I stash heat, creep past police on the beat
Keep it movin in the mean streets, I the black sheep
Roll deep with the Killa Beez, quick on the squeeze
Freeze - nobody move, just hand over the G's
Gone with the breeze, everything's peace at ease
Now I'm laid back, countin stacks, twistin the trees
My rap's scorchin - way beyond third degrees
Enemies get blown like autumn leaves
Authorities comb the block, I'm peepin they steez
After me cause the rhyme's worth about two ki's
And double that 'cross seas
Fiends buy off the heez, the result's more currencies
Them no worry we, I strike em down suddenly
Funny how they rush me, must be the money
You hate me or you love me, don't ever (fuck) me
Trust me, we can make the scene turn ugly

[7L cuts and scratches]

[Esoteric]
I'm like a man posessed that can't confess
Yes it's the Es' to bless, wicked test pressed to rest
Crab rapper, my raps shatter your wax platter
Esoteric's data can stab up the tracks badder
My words flow for the, rap cats who rep locally
Transmit poetry fit to hit em globally
Eso', yes status fresh from the get go
Sinister, ready to administer the death blow
on rap cats cause I'm takin it back
to a time when it was cool to call hip-hop rap
Cause I've been rappin, since fly sneakers were cheap
since I bought em off Koreans down on Washington Street
Since I had a cameo, since I rocked rope chains
Since I had gold fronts with the Polo frames
Since "Goin' Way Back," since pro black rap
Since the Jungle Brothers let me know "I Got it Like That"

[7L cuts and scratches to the end]

7L and Esoteric - Learn from the Druid

Glastinary manticore raps say you've gone to warpaint
I orchestrate tapes to torture fakes on your door dates
And formulate, sound escapes the ground snakes in town lakes
Heavy hammer swings pound fakes until the ground breaks
Your foul tapes, I'm a rap since nineteen eighty-seven
Twelve years of age grabing AIDS like (?)
Yo I tear the stage and build a guild with dissection
Strong willed and skilled and killed your whole dimension
Henchmen, think they're paying dues off the head
I'm sucking venom out of bites through deadly copperheads
Your dead, because the venom's been regurgitated
I've terminated every "Sucka Duck" that perpetrated
Work related, cuz' MC is my profession
Spittin when I rock a rhyme it's never written
I keep em' off papers so there's no evidence
To tie me to the murder of your rap regiments
The body of your composition is what Shamus clutches
Lyrics are the legs and the swares are your crutches
When you battle me it'll be real clear
That I'll leave cats alone watch their life in wheelchairs

When I say a rhyme (Sucka's I drop ya')
Drain your blood line (Sucka's I drop ya')
You'll be executed (Sucka's I drop ya')
Learn from the druid (Cuz my words rock ya')

Seamus is the God-Awf, step to this kiddo
My styles poisonous just like the Black Widow
Ditto, facsimile your master copy
Take you back to the lab your raps sound sloppy
Those who want to battle the Teradactyl that's fatal
I'm ripping up your rap crew but burning down your label
Suffocating suckers like yourself is madd fun for me
Tell your company Esoteric is triumphantly
Terrorizing all these dictionary reading crabs
Verbalist lyrical rap just ripped the track
I'm back, to smack all the cats I crucified
The council of kags, self-centered like a nuclei
I'm in the wilderness trapped in a syllabus
For each of these dummies that want me as their ventriloquist
I'm killing this, consorting all my rap critics
At a murder-rate of ninety-one beats per minute
The body of your composition is what Shamus clutches
Lyrics are the legs and the swares are your crutches
When you battle me it'll be real clear
That I'll leave cats alone watch their life in wheelchairs

When I say a rhyme (Sucka's I drop ya')
Drain your blood line (Sucka's I drop ya')
You'll be executed (Sucka's I drop ya')
Learn from the druid (Cuz' my words rock ya')

Now hip-hop heads I have like ten on my shelf
Make it twelve when I leave the simple-minded cat beside himself
I watch all these so called mic-rippers
Battle the Esoteric and get fed to wood-chippers
Strip his, section add to my collection
I toss a lot of foes in my crossbow's direction
Press them up against a tree and watch the rat shiver
Now it's time to pull another arrow from my quiver
Deliver, a rapier to your trachea
How I'm striking mics it's pysching out Vikings in Scandinavia
Maybe a, apocalypse when God Awful rips
I catch three frames a day like comic strips
The body of your composition is what Shamus clucthes
Lyrcis are the legs and the swares are your crutches
When you battle me it'll be real clear
That I'll leave cats alone watch their life in wheelchairs

When I say a rhyme (Sucka's I drop ya')
Drain your blood line (Sucka's I drop ya')
You'll be executed (Sucka's I drop ya')
Learn from the druid (Cuz' my words rock ya')

7L and Esoteric - Headswell

feat. Virtuoso

[Esoteric]
I assault the mic and rockets floppin out the microscopic
Esoteric's like anthropic psychotics, semi-robotic
When I drop it, I launch a pencil through your central ventricle
Ten (?) tenticles, makin you a mental vegetable
Ecumenical, malpractice
Evil demi-Gods attack the baptist, severin their prefix
My molecular, structure, raises the temperature
All praise the emperor, tarantula, nebular inhabitant
Esoteric's landed past extravagant
Established in between Giza's stone age and the Vatican
The Paladin, battle the craft stabbin their abdomen
Travellin through densities that was witness the acumen

[Virtuoso]
Delay the ossification of vertebrae like hypocondro-genesis
Melt his pelvis to the shape of a shellfish
Hypophosphohic-hessially balanced
Lethal short limb, dwarfism, draining cribs of plasma
from cadavers through a catheter my methods baffle the
medical profession by assessin bone density
without the use dual photon absorption geometry
My camraderie of biologically engineered MC's break you like pottery

[Chorus]
[E] Dichotomy you're God awful
[V] in Virtuoso's arteries
[E] The re-attached half
[V] and have to rap symbiotically
[E] Psyionically communicating
[V] We're the first humans dating
[E] back to the second
[V] when the sun was first illuminating

[Chorus]
{"Makin heads swell 'til your eyes start to dilate;
Here sucker you better not violate!" -> scratched 5X*}
{"Step to me, I'm knockin you senseless"}

[Esoteric]
Feel the God'll strike troglodyte, cut off a rock to mic
to start the light you softer types you (?) carbonites
Smuggled on a charter flight, contented with the ministry
Mastered on epiphany for Babylon ventriloquy
Rap assassin, bastard craftin, (?)
Sebastian, blowin rappers up in tract compaction
My faction, calls upon the Esoteradactyl
Call me that, once you get your rap (?) up and battle
I travel, to Camelot, apply a hammer lock on Mantelot(?)
Mandelbrot sets, we spot the process
The Loch Ness, monster, cracked half the dermis
I pack my furnace with a wack rapper's epidermis
Esoteric's dialogue's outlawed by demagogues
The analog exposin the God's fraud
Your squad, I violate their primate mindstates
like fire drinks, breathing fire to annihilate
and violate, your complex (?) are gone
I bring your death upon encephalons and teflon we place you on

[Virtuoso]
A medieval torture rack to contort your raps
To speak your mental thought will get you caught and hung from rafters
by your ligaments, suspended with your forehead dented
Tormented, claim you represent to get your frame demented
Bloom like habiscus, consume the wind resistance like a discus
Lobotomize platoons I sodomize them with their biscuits
My syringes injure skull cavities
Savagely removin human brains by pullin gravity
to strange locations, I rearrange the Earth's rotation
Placin, theories of Copernicus in furnaces
Murderous rhymes find applied minds like shackles
Explosively my shrapnel makes your skin holy like chapels
Fracture faggots to fractals grow frail
I inhale through blowholes like a whale
You rob and steal I guard it like a (?)
Impale plate mail, with eight nails
Make a nickel cadium of wet craniums like geraniums

[Chorus]

7L and Esoteric - Essays on Esoterrorism

Psionically bionically I dominate demonically
Check this, my reckless style will catch wreck ironically
Sonically I'll invade, crush your cavalcade
Parade through your barricade I made the accolade
Now men get mad, they grab a pen and pad and end up sad
Cuz my prestige has 'em under siege like Leningrad
When in Damascus, yo I cause disasters
Choking pagans in Copenhagen my vocals plaguing
Ancient masters, well dressed on the Elfquest
I severed your test-press and never felt stress
I melt flesh, which helps death reclaim the lame
I hang frames like a key chain, similar to ethane
Colorless, odorless, vocalists notice this
Proteus, morphing, dwarfing, aborting your recording
I'm not the one to bet against
Even with your best defense you'll get destroyed like Evidence

[Chorus: Scratched by 7L]
(It's a lyrical lesson to emcee fakes)
(To sucka emcee's I'm just plain terror)
(It's a lyrical lesson to emcee fakes)
(Genuine genius, of rap warfare)

My lyrics snap necks in the strangest fashion
Still unparalleled by a trained assassin
I maim and chasten assorted assailants
Barbarian, alien under surveillance
My ailments, unseen, few and far between
Our regime's rhymes climb to bar sixteen of the third verse
None heard worse than the gruesome depiction
Of the Esoteric pain infliction by diction
I don't weight lift, I shape-shift
Wiping the smirks off these jerks in tight shirts
Steady slamming 'em, to the mat with a snap suplex
Your crew gets, ripped out the frame like goosenecks
on a Harrow, yes the God Awful is a Pharaoh
Riding dromedaries through monasteries and bombing every
Sucker that your hand me, your looking like a pansy
I'm a vigilante, that's fancy like Dandies
When I showboat, so dope Columbians are pumping me
So dope that when I fly my man has to smuggle me
I've been to Europe three times in my life
Two times out of three, I was paid to rock mics
You don't want none, Shamus posts high like bail bondsmen
Or Larry Johnson, going low on Stacy Augmon in the paint
Most cats due to the contact with lyricism
Essays on Esoterroris

7L and Esoteric - Def Rhymes

[Verse One]
Ayo the second that my rhyme drops I leave minds blocked
with more blind spots than a cyclops, I stalk the sidewalks
looking for rappers who want to battle Esoteric
The only breath control that they behold is oral antiseptic
I'm doing just what you expected
Ripping the mic in half striking psychopaths
Laughing at your writing staff
Iconoclast impresario, me and 7l,
Chopping rhythms like a navaho
I'm a throw wack kids into the water rapids
Hijack their kayak I'm the venus fly trap your nothing but a lilac
You got a battle rhyme you better hide that, I leave you sidetracked Like
double vinyl my rebuttal's final
So save your little comeback, with one rap
I leave you with a hunchback and duncecap
Drum tracks are under my spell, your dj?
He's not on the cut, he's in the cut, hiding from 7l
You better tell us of his whereabouts
Cuz we're about tormenting, check the def rhymes I'm sending

[Chorus]
On the microphone def rhymes I'm sending
Def, def, def, def rhymes I'm sending
On the microphone def rhymes I'm sending
Def, def, def, def rhymes I'm sending
On the microphone def rhymes I'm sending
Def, def, def, def rhymes I'm sending
[Scratching] Listen the ace as I rock the place

[Verse Two]
You're so delicate and fragile on the microphone
That when I knock you into next week I package you in styrofoam
That alone, silences g's like gnats and gnomes
I shatter domes when I flip it like a palindrome
Rap is ridiculous, now there's astrophysicists
I send them back to earth with melted wax like icarus
Witness this, I'm taking theories of these scientists
And proving 'em wrong yeah your crew is the bomb now move it along
It's Esoteric, 7l's on the cross-fade
We toss grenades at your stage so get a blockade
Superlative lyricism it's affirmative
I'm sick of hearing who these rappers think their working with
You couldn't sweet-talk Pete Rock into a beatbox
I swing from treetops like Ewoks, land cheapshots on your weakspots
Speed knots are often dealt
I'm placing pelts of pagan kelts on conveyor belts
The fader melts when I take this, turntablist, by his pancreas
Put the tone-arm, through his own arm
Mentally sound, like a sonar, extending
With the def rhymes I'm sending

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I raise your IQ to mine cuz I know your scared of heights
Scared of tearing mics, rappers like you should be wearing tights
I'm a strike the metropolitan, bottling my oxygen
For fresh air on-air and off-air, even in a lawnchair,
I cause fear like a bomb scare
I keep the beat like a lawsuit
From a rock group with a hot loop
You're out your element like the yeti, in the serengeti
Or the sasquatch on the catwalk, my rap stalks the track hops
I'm catching all you foul ballers like a backstop
You say I say my name too much
But I bet you say it more than me once the mic gets clutched
Your rap sucks, like algae, don't act palsy walsy pretending
Check the def rhymes i'm sending

[Chorus]

7L and Esoteric - Bound to Slay

(The clown rappers I'm bound to slay)
(The clown rappers I'm bound to slay)
(Yo)
(The clown rappers I'm bound to slay)
(The clown rappers I'm bound to slay)

[Verse One]
Yo, yo, yo a crackhead leaves skilled ????? for dead
Dumb cats think I pack lead from the bloodshed
Words spread, and vocals (?) intent
Patriarch making marks like the stroke of a pen
Choking men by the throat my quotes will leave you spellbound
Like Devon Madison kid, I can't be held down
Esoteric stab a crew who's slang is fresh
Mass Avenue to Bangladesh
So check, I blast back at you my aim's the best
So now, crashed attitudes have laid to rest
Discouraging younster's idols straight taking titles
Shane's ripping rivals with some rap in his recitals
I paint imagery kid stunning pictures
Back in eighty-six I tried to mix like (?)
Now I hit ya', split ya', cuz' you a crab cat
I'm God of the Snake, I pee on a lab rat
Back in your cage you paging off the stage
I'm a sage sent to invade this day and age
I wreck the mic quickly
Lung taking with me
I'm "Bound To Slay"
Throw down my round with Shane (Thud)

[Chorus]
We make tracks like this, for cats who like the mic ripped
The titan, holding mics with a vice grip
I'm "Bound To Slay" crab rappers in the end
(You see what happened in my last fight friend aight' then)

We make tracks like this, for cats who like the mic ripped
The titan, holding mics with a vice grip
I'm "Bound To Slay" crab rappers in the end
(You see what happened in my last fight friend aight' then)

[Verse Two]
A yo guess who's swooping in wings spread
I rain dread from Boston to Hempstead
Its "The Soul Purpose", mission control's nervous
Pitiful attempts get drenched by the verses
That's my best nothing less the merciless
I'm murderous, murdering tracks you all deserving this backslap
For coming at me with the whack rap
You act whack
You look whack
You talk whack
You be whack
You speak whack
Forget about your drop and save your feet back
You calling me a backpacker that's propostruous
I'll put your legs around thousand dollar watches
My raps play thugs like Tommy Cartel
I rhyme well, ran imperial like Diamond (?)
I can tell your afraid to face me
My verbals come off the wall like Kevin Spacy
And I defeat camps into MC stamps
Under street lamps your working off of free-amps
The beat champs, I call you out like subpeona
And have you on your knees like a nine-dingle-venor
A biting demeanor, yeah these cats want to rap alike
You weak parasites
I freak beats when I speak heat like Farenheight
Don't ever grab the mic
Cats that bite need a meat-eaters appetite

[Chorus]
We make tracks like this, for cats who like the mic ripped
The titan, holding mics with a vice grip
I'm "Bound To Slay" crab rappers in the end
(You see what happened in my last fight friend aight' then)

We make tracks like this, for cats who like the mic ripped
The titan, holding mics with a vice grip
I'm "Bound To Slay" crab rappers in the end
(You see what happened in my last fight friend aight' then)

(The clown rappers I'm bound to slay)
(The clown rappers I'm bound to slay)
(The clown rappers I'm bound to slay)
(The clown rappers I'm bound to slay)

7L and Esoteric - Be Alert

feat. Beyonder, Virtuoso

[Verse One: Esoteric]
I'm (??), your medical doctrine's in journals
Maternally important internal organs and verbally abortin
epidermal assortments; Esoteric torments, your performance
More reinforcements are necessary
Vocabulary slapped your capillaries
Adversaries are buried and made imaginary
in my stadium, homo sapien brains I'm drainin 'em
Through their cranium, my style subterranean
like stalagmites, or titanium I brought the strontium
90, stompin 'em with osmium
My rhyme be, like a fluid, now your body spew it
Across your fuckin birthplace like amniotic fluid
I wreck the mic, like electrolytes, extend like dendrites
Do transduction, you under construction like websites
You should be alert when I grip the cordless
or wind up payin mortgage on your cyrogenic storage

{*scratched 2X: "Be alert!" -> Kool Keith*}
{"Duck!"}
{*scratched 2X: "Be alert!" -> Kool Keith*}
{"Who is your best, chemical biological man?"}

[Verse Two: Beyonder]
Genetic sources, of every Asian migration
Genetic drift double helix recombination
I be, assisting de-ribonucleaic acids
Fully incubated babies (??) seven synapses
Basic pressure units atmospheres to nearly force
I contradict it for you slow
Two awful Gods who low immense platonic electrodes into
(??)ions of metal ions stop, become oxydized reduced
I cycle in Alpha Nine, with those pesky, petrol-rabbits
that were feeding off energon of nitric acid plastic
Planted inserts, of empirical, formulas
received by satellite probes, circulating deep space
Calculus of all the second glitch, (??) indubitably
I be creating space bridges with apexes beyond the galaxy
Constructicons, form Devestator the most powerful robot
MC's will break capacities of Dinobots in
assimilation, jet back to Iacron
The reflectors snapping shorts, busting like the arm of Megatron
or Galvatron I, eject laser beams to seek out
the lyrical matrix form parabolic to oblique while
Beyonder, this kid be reversing polarities
You see your shit's overplayed, like mental physical vocabulary
Restrain your mainframe with no races left untamed

{*scratched 2X: "Be alert!" -> Kool Keith*}
{"Duck!"}
{*scratched 2X: "Be alert!" -> Kool Keith*}
{"Duck!"}

[Verse Three: Virtuoso]
I inspire minds with rhymes, like lattice work with vines
My vocals realign, resulting in catapulting
if he's revolting even insulting my mic monarchy
In chronology, they get lobotomy sonically
Ecstatically, rippin 'em with hematology curriculum
Kill and then he's spittin sonnets at the requiem
Lymph nodes, I'm swellin 'em like mononucleuosis
My poems corroding bones like osteoporosis
My orchestration causing transmutation in the Earth's rotation
Now adjacent nations mirror my vocabulation
like (?)tion, with no procrastination bash your face in
Injectin leukemia through your skeleton
You peons, I rip for eons, beyond your grasping
My blades are hacking through your skull
Pull them out measure calcium graftings
Classic in (?)iums like accordians
Euphoriously speakin in chant, like the Gregorian Monk
Valedictorian, sellin vocal chords in my anatomy emporium
The heart and brain I'm storin 'em
Orpheum sub-zero refigreration and I'm waitin 'em
For two milleniums, I emerge from hibernation
Take your offspring, resection vitals and replace them
Make them my reincarnations, hunt for your relations
and your bloodline, openly crushing castrations
My elocution's executin future generations

{*scratched 2X: "Be alert!" -> Kool Keith*}
{"Duck!"}
{*scratched 2X: "Be alert!" -> Kool Keith*}
{"Duck!"}
{*scratched 2X: "Be alert!" -> Kool Keith*}
{"Duck!"}
{*scratched 2X: "Be alert!" -> Kool Keith*}
{"Duck!"}
{*scratched 2X: "Be alert!" -> Kool Keith*}
{"Duck!"}
{*scratched 2X: "Be alert!" -> Kool Keith*}
{"Duck!"}

{*"Duck!" scratched to the end*}

7L and Esoteric - Word Association (Remix)

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 - shanked up, Rawkus Records - bankrupt

[Esoteric]
I'm 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"
"Flow over beat, that's sort of my venom"
"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, what'chu 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 - Chung Lee, Crocodile - Dundee
Big pimp - Rocky V, hook shots - from three
Revelie - no crew, nerd rap - tofu
Richard Lewis - beaucoup, where is he? No clue
Groupies - free throws, Aria - need hoes
Chinatown - peep shows, Telos - 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, there's this trumpet as I 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 brought a tomb
Cause Esoteric puts the Metal to your Face like Dr. Doom

Is-is that true? - Nah but it's a hot rhyme
Yo 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
Is 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 - Hunter S.
Thanks for your time
Peace
That I can't allow
Huh?
You're legally insane, you'll be living here now
What?

[7L scratching]
"Word!" "Huh, ha, ha..." [coughing]

7L and Esoteric - Play it cool

[VERSE 1: Esoteric]
I'm a cool cat, 'I'm poison' like G Rap
My rap's too fat, it's overweight and out of shape
I devour fakes, spit em out like sour grapes
Break em with the rhyme and make em into wine
Like ( ? ) kids can tell that I'm rippin well
They sit and dwell while I spit in hell
My accent is game for dames from out of state
And about these fakes, yo, I break their tapes
I'm the type of cat to hit a funeral an hour late
Carryin the same flowers from the wake
But make no mistake, I'm far from cheap and I got a little dough
A little low, a little hoe, I spit a flow
Hit you like Riddick Bowe, you didn't know?
My rap rank is so close to its pinnacle
You know the deal son, when you hand me your vinyl
You get your record broken like the homerun title

[CHORUS]
I'm a cool cat, 'I'm poison' like G Rap
My rap's too fat (you gotta play it cool) yo, true that
I'm cool ([Special Ed] cause coolin is all that I'm about)
'Just pullin all the girlies, yes, I'm bustin it out'
I'm a cool cat, 'I'm poison' like G Rap
My rap's too fat (you gotta represent) yo, true that
I'm cool ([Special Ed] cause coolin is all that I'm about)
'Just pullin all the girlies, yes, I'm bustin it out'

[VERSE 2: Esoteric]
I'll decapitate your men, take your pen, spit a sacred gem
People, play for them, I pull your card like an ATM
Throw you off the stage like a shitty mic, did it right
'We don't want no beef at all,' me, I wanna pick a fight
I'll do anything to rattle you, swing a bat at you
Cause I'm mad at you, I'll do anything to battle you
Say you made a song just for you and your friends
And in one line diss somethin like suede Timbs
I make a suede Timb anthem, say it's from '93
Play yours and then mine and say, "I think you're dissin me"
And while you're thinkin up excuses I be diggin you a grave
Hit you with the flav, burnin you and stick you in a cave
You're dead broke and yes, I put money on it
The only ice you rock got Bugs Bunny on it
'Yo, I ain't ripped in a minute' No? Well, enter the stage
You'll be 'gone in 60 seconds' like Nicholas Cage

[CHORUS]