7L and Esoteric - Knockout (Victory Lap)

Yeah... hahahaha
Bars of Death, Vinyl Thug Music, all that good shit..
Bring in the drums!
We got comin to the ring tonight (bring him out son)
The undisputed heavyweight champ (bring him out son!)
Twenty-five and oh, 25 by knockout motherfucker
It's my boy Esoteric, say somethin

[Esoteric]
For my soldier to spit the sick, the lunatic
Military drum, bust through lungs, that sound like guns
I roll up, on dirt balls like a dustpan
Have 'em hiding in their own city like that Cubs fan
It's true, Shay changed, the man is berzerk
Make like Pedro and throw your manager in the dirt
Yo the fire never died, it just burned inside me
Saw "Kill Bill," now I'm filming "Kill Bill O'Reilly"
F'real, I feel, I deserve a badge of honor
For rippin asses block to block like Cappadonna
My flow be like water dog, inflating the pockets
And like sick fans, stores ain't afraid to stock it/stalk it
I'm still hungry, plus original
The only bars that I bite are made of chocolate
Es-trogen make y'all extra femme
Spittin two hot lines but the rest is phlegm
7L, E-S, got that special blend
Rock buttons up, not from Express for Men
Put the mic down - that's what we recommend
Design the rhyme with the mind/mine y'all blessed with gems

[Chorus]
Aiyyo break 'em (bust 'em) kill 'em (crush 'em)
Y'all ain't built for this rap shit (fuck 'em)
Y'all get killed for that madness (true)
The time is now, the boondocks comin through

[Esoteric]
Cats say they bust clips in the whip when they floss
Only time they blast heat's when they hit the defrost
Facin Es, you know that make no sense
Like the Celts tradings Antoine for Raef LaFrentz
I spit an avalanche of images, river of blood
Women in tubs, sippin bub, peep a sinister mug
They selling 12 step therapies, under the assumption
My function's to operate on fear and consumption
But, I get daps when I spit my rap
With more Pats on my back than New England sacks
You say you "Die Hard" just like that famous actor
But couldn't do it if you overdosed on Viagra
You're no factor, you work for free and fail
While I'm paid to be outstanding like police on detail
Think about it while the competition plummet
I kill for the sport like hunting on a full stomach

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Oh shit! He's done ladies and gentlemen
First round, knockout, knock out motherfuckers flat on the floor
Didn't I tell you? This shit is crazy son, crazy son!
Esoteric, 7L, Bars of Death
This shit is a wrap money, it's a wrap!!

7L and Esoteric - Face Defeat

[Esoteric]
Let 'em feel it
It's the E-S, take a deep breath, beat death
Vocals eat flesh, like mesh
Puttin holes up in ya weak chest, ya must check this
I'll take your 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 spit a def rhyme if you spit mine verbatim
Cadillac frank with the baddest bank; lately
All I do is rip crews, sip booze and hit snooze
And stay fuckin with bitches that Whip choose
Fuck around with this kid and catch a quick bruise
You make about as much sense spittin your venom
As a cotton sweatshirt that says Nautica denim
Break 'em off 7

[Chorus: 7L scratching]
"Like I said before" "When I rhyme signed or unsigned MC's get done"
"Like I said before" "Representin... hardcore"

[Esoteric]
I'll rap in an assertive way, crack ya vertabrae
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 longer, than these civil war cats
My closet, looks like I have five brothers
Cause everything I have yo I have in five colors
Raps impair your 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, too nice to wear in the rain
I cracked your commercial wax over your head
Now your 112/one twelve got a Jagged Edge
Motherfuck battlin cats, I'm Jim Abbottin cats
Means singlehandedly, I'm embarassin cats

[Chorus]

[Esoteric]
I grab the mic like I'm the rightful owner
Then procede, to heat it up like an Isotoner
That's the deal, I'm dapper like a meal
Givin touchy motherfuckers somethin they can feel
For real, quit sayin you rip tracks
The only thing you bustin is a table at {?} Jack's
I flip facts, like a Rolodex, and hold my tecs
like a two-way, rarely seen like a bluejay
It's the new Sea, a new day
when your skull snaps, for kickin dull raps
I spit in acapella for your brain cuz
And give up more shit to sample than a KPM does
Yeah, shit's been gritty
Ever since Funky Fresh was Spin City
You'd sound whack if Marley Marl produced you
And I've been listenin since Juice Crew was new school

[Chorus]

[Esoteric]
Yeah, face defeat
Cause E-S spit the rhyme, and 7L blaze the beat
My man Vinnie Paz up in this, you know the deal, uhh
Cyclone, my man D-Son, Jedi Minds

7L and Esoteric - Boxcutter Rap

"Sometimes the urge to do bad, is nearly overpowering."

7L on the keys
["When I start flowing the mic might bust..."]

[Esoteric]
Yo it's murder in the verse, execution in the chorus
You thug it out? Cut it out, your writing steez is a tease
Tellin G's that you catchin felonies sellin ki's
With your celly in your Pelle Pelle sleeve
I don't believe you run guns in Tel Aviv
Man PLEASE, you crazy, Fugazi
You be gettin shook like a misbehavin baby
Here the ground assault, now face an air attack
To blow you out your Avirex chaps and Air Max
I spit "bear" facts like a Kodiak
Put in work you got no discipline at all
Unless you call sittin in the center of the mall
sellin cell phones a dream fulfilled, you better build
Fuckin with the guild, you get drilled
I like bones chilled when I feet, I film your defeat
So you family can watch you get killed in the street
The only one sayin that you skilled and unique
is the priest at your eulogy, startin to weep
I sound ill to a beat, I'm workin with God
While you riffin through the newspaper, circlin jobs
The way I operate make surgeons applaud
I'll murder your squad, you know I'm herbin you dog..

Uhh, sit down and grab a seat, cats compete
Master of the Cabot Street raps in heat
Let me find out - you funny style
Let me find out - murder in the verse

My cathartic art'll blow your heart apart
Verbally the spark leavin a mark, grieve in the dark
Like a ninja, screamin bloody murders quit attackin you
I'll hack your back in two, crackin you and leave you black and blue
Fuck the label backin you, every rap fan knows
that a trash can is the only way to package you
Find you with a twelve gauge on Pennsylvania Avenue
My mental state'll test your mental to the nation's capital
My future, Albright like Madeline Kay
Battlin Sea, I'm like a snake cause I rattle then spray
The anaconda, the Mart is where I happen to stay
Laughin at my prey as they start to paddle away (AHH!)
Catch me at a candy store with Mandy Moore
Cause sex on the beach give me sandy drawers
You amateurs, need to understand your chores
Hammer floors 'fore you talk about your Hammer of Thor
I'm a Man of War, keep it gully like Crane's Beach
Insane speech leave you bedridden like stained sheets.. [fades]

7L and Esoteric feat. Beyonder - Axe Hurlers

"Using his axe, the executioner of worlds and at fantastic speed
creating a blinding, spinning vortex, and Jane Foster is hurled
into limbo, trapped in the misty shadows, of a nowhere world."

[Esoteric]
I launch a pencil through your central ventricle
With tendrils and tentacles makin you a mental vegetable
Biochemical, malpractice
Mental sentinel known as Galactus, rippin through the whackness
My molecular, structure, {fucked} your nebula
Implode your lymph nodes through prototype replicas
I'll smash your articles to particles, rap styles remarkable
Words orbital, towards your cortical
Programmed to rock, optic site panels flowin
I'm triple majored in: astrophysics, rocket science and spot blowin
Comprehension is critical
My mental to digital sendin venemous visuals as reciprocals
I reverse your retinas
Take a look from within, Shay locks jaws like tetanus
Optic paralysis, robo like Super Valkyrie
My verbal alchemy blows you off the balcony
I rock metaphors from here to Endor
And stomp Ewok MC's like an AT-ST
T-X three-zero-nine is Esoteric
The Rebel Alliance medic kinetically wreckin genetics

[Beyonder]
Thrust my usable, 10 percent of brain to the maximum
It's oozing out your audio like chewing mental laxatives
But wait, for Beyond what you notice as conception
I reverse digitize all my lazy eye contractions
Through factions of London forces have me fallin down
Dispersion of induced psychos and compounds, now
MC's can't fuck with these Godly complexities
You know damn sure Beyonder thrashed the verbal section of his SAT's
You drowning in half-empty glasses of cynical
Lyric pumped from mic cords put in place of my umbilical
See now I'm bonding to this bullshit that I'm hearing
But to four fantastic kids that forming you is symbionic beings
Hidden from inter-molecular authors
Whack-ass wax falls to it's knees like my girl Gwen Stacy's father
Don't bother with mental power to withstand
For lashing you be 36 megahertz and 6M megs of RAM
Plus a tech wiz hard drive, that's compatible with Windows
With a fat CPU, incubated in two test tubes
If you had that hardware, wreck more certainly would your third iris
But I'd infiltrate your floppies and download this simple virus

"With this before me, I become master of all mankind."
"I have given you master of the 30th century, and so evil one,
I am free of my vow."

7L and Esoteric feat. Apathy, Celph Titled - Yell At Us

[Celph Titled]
Yo, let me tell y'all something
This ain't motherfuckin' rap music, this is motherfuckin' slap music
And no faggot ass bitches get slapped the fuck up on a daily basis
7L keeping it Godzilla on the track
All hail Apathy, the Eso-pterodactyl
and yours truly, Celph motherfuckin' Titled

[Celph Titled]
Yo I'm a motherfuckin' legend in the streets and I don't care about rap
When my gun goes off they call me Grand Master Flash
Blast your wig off when I pulled his hair trigger
Water park your body slide you down the Hudson River
Listen carefully my flows be best in the cypher
Or come close, get cosy next to the fire
I got golf trophies and croquet hammers, propane canisters in my garage next
to dead bodies and fertilizer sard
With rifles in odd places in the aquarium with fish water
Out in the kitchen inside the dish washer
Oh so gangsta tell me I'm wrong
Frontin' on the block you wasn't sellin' coke on
You was singing folk songs
Riding your bike with tight coats on
Throwing smoke bombs on old folks lawns
And thats as gully as you got
You ain't throwin' the darts
I got nuclear bombs that make you glow in the dark
I'm like McGyver with weapons, respect the guard when he shouting
I can make a gun with just a Pepsi can and a soldering iron
Better duck 'cause these bullets might go through
the right view of those tinted light blue bifocals
My knife owes you, penetration for sure
I'm a rap cannibal on the second leg of my tore
Whether you Scorpio or Sagittarius
I keep a gat next to my hairy nuts and never scared to bust

[Chorus]
[Celph Titled]
Ain't no need to holla
Bring it on and just yell at us
Demigodz, we official hell rappers
Fight to the death, hold your team for ransom
Ready for war whenever we chant this anthem (2X)

[Apathy]
I leave this track destroyed a blackened void
Like the earth's just collided with an asteroid
Chicks avoid these ignorant boys
who pick apart sexual freaks like Sigmund Freud
I'm the bitch fucker, slut sticker, ho I'd probably hit you
I'm chemically imbalanced baby I got issues
The type thats gettin brains on an am-track train
While they cracking open the vile of anthrax sprayin
Mind of Confucius
Tongue fork like Judas
Concentration of Buddhist and fists like a pugilist
You stupid bitches are too superstitious
Terrified of Y2K computer glitches
But now it's 2003 we're in a war
Where you clutch ya throat, choke & gag on the floor
From invisible fumes who reach physical doom
Till' we fuck up the planet and gotta' live on the moon
I travel underwater, twenty-thousand leagues
In a Bio-Dome bubble where I struggle to breathe
Where the light doesn't reach so it's trouble to read
So I rock off the top while they juggle the beat
Where it's so cold humans gotta' cuddle for heat
I'll probably loose my mind and chuckle for weeks
While up on the streets humans mutate into beasts
Then eat the flesh of deceased you'll never rest in peace

[Chorus]

[Esoteric]
I'm sick of you all
If rap was hoop give me the ball
Then I'll pierce you like Ricky or Paul
Cities will fall like Pompei
Here's a buck fifty, it's on Shay
My words deep like I wrote this shit upon clay
Demigodz, the squad is on a power trip
Like Colin Powell on acid doing foul shit
You claim your guns enforce
But the only iron you ever pulled was on a golf course
(Make money) Yes that is the plan
And I know it like my girl knows the back of my hand (haaa)
y'all put me to sleep y'all poetry's dull
I got a splitting headache from cracking so many skulls
I blaze the booth
(y'all fake)
Shay's the truth
I beast motherfuckers like Beowulf
I need five microphones, four clones of Catherine Zeta-Jones
Three whips to rome, two homes and a gold throne
I throw stones at glass cribs
Fuck up parties and crack ribs
Ya'll throw blanks like mad-libs
A.O.T.P. shook rappers call police (siren)
I'll leave your brain lookin' like a Jackson Pollock piece
I'm an Altered beast
Ya'll are geese soon to be deceased
Bow to the cheif, you fuckers need a preist
No peace, step to Esoteric if you want it
And get killed by bars like a raging alcoholic

[Chorus]

7L and Esoteric feat. Army Of The Pharoahs - This is war

[Vinnie Paz Talking]
Yeah yeah, it's Vinnie Paz daddy
Fuckin' Jedi Mind Tricks
7L ES King Syze, Outerspace
AOTP what's the fuckin' deal
Yeah, we mob on you muthafuckas
Eh yo Warchild, take these muthafuckas to war cousin

[Crypt The Warchild]
It's the army cocksuckas' abandon shit
We spit sharp spot rushes that'll damage cliques
Rip hearts squash fucker take a laugh at it
Bloody bath activist feel the wrath of Crypt
Hungry ass hooligans'll strike passionate
Basket case, used to not havin' shit
Maskin' tape, used to block passages
Until you're forced to stop breathin' on paralysis
I'm cancerous cold-blooded battlest
Pass the fifth, Hen makes me hazardous
You're average, no way to challenge this
Ravenous scorchin' fire acidness
Every move made precise I'ma strategist
Rock the world to the point where it's axisless
No point to even learn what a atlas is
AOTP get it correct we smash shit

[Esoteric]
We underground where the roaches at
Corrosive explosive like Sosa's bat
I'm feelin' like one of baseballs greats in this shit
Cuz I make kids purpose second nature to spit
Talk shit you got smacked cuz you shouldn't a spoke
Now when cats say you real dog they put it in quotes
I stay fly aim high like white puttin' up coke
We keep shit official like couples that woulda' elope
We give the, press the scare like Jason Blair
Pharaohs treat you like an infidel so fuckin' say your prayers
I snatch up crews line em up like braided hair
They cornrows, basically you'd rather face the chair
I'ma, mastermind with a, axe to grind
Chiro, pratic lines, put ya, back in line
Opinionated muthafuckas who got some shit to say
They will voice it in the booth like it's election day

[Chorus x2: Vinnie Paz]
This is war cousin, we got shit on smash
7L ES on a run for the cash
Yo this is war daddy, and I'm controllin' the fam
Are shit dope like coke without holdin' a gram

[King Syze]
Yo, some say I'm gifted
I write rhymes in less than twenty minutes
Impressin' the critiques when I'm boss an apprentice
I see the future, within extensive vision
I put this fuckin' track in the, intensive division
King Syze, to all a y'all in case y'all didn't notice
I wrote this, talkin' roaches till my heads swollen
I'ma needle in the vein spittin' the daily dosage
Like T.O. I scream on encroaches
If the game plan ain't goin' my way, I threaten to leave
If we leave man the crowd goes to set or to sleep
Who's better than me, diamonds'll be testin' the teeth
My specialty feast, tell you were the feminists speech
A pessimist beast, ya glass is half empty
Put the, hang up on paper put ya crowd in a frenzy
I could chop off my brain, pass it out to many
Only a chosen few would know how to use it dog if any

[Planetary]
The verb specialist armed and dangerous
Ain't happy till I know you feelin' the pain from this
Till you bleedin' in buckets we all beef and ruckus
We are the fact in rap you ain't gone see nothin'
No royalties, no promotion
I could talk that shit on front, I got you open
Illegal alien floatin' motion is uncontrollable
Sorta' like Christ, with the power to snatch souls from you
Ya whole spirit collapse ya brain fried
Spittin' darts the pharaohs come at you from eight sides
Esoteric and Vinnie got semis from Celph Titled
Space throw grenades King Syze got the rifles
Call Ap, when he react you fallin' back
Cheap pack and hop on the next flight to scrap
We made it happen now, backpackers go wild
Cuz space is the place to put a cramp in your style

[Chorus x2]

7L and 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

7L and 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 and Esoteric - Loud & 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 and 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 and 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 and 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 - 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 and Esoteric feat. Beyonder - Throw 'em Up

"Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..."
"Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..."
"If you came tonight, and you feel all gold
Somebody say HOOOOOOOO! (HOOOOOOOOOO!)
HOOOOOOOO! (HOOOOOOOOOO!) And you don't stop"

[Esoteric]
Yo, yo
I stay loose like a, decayed tooth
Call shots like Babe Ruth, sippin the Grey Goose
The Je-sus of rap, you haters just mad
Cause {*censored*} is on the map, to blaze up the track black
My style, when I be rippin this
Is like Shallow Hal before the hypnotist
E-S, cats be sayin 'I hate you'
Cause I spit shit that they can't relate to
Like havin bangin girls date you;
wanna rape you, taste you, embrace you
Havin dope beat makers wanna lace you
Fans chase you, cats scared to face you
Plus, I stay in the latest gear
This Red Stripe, ain't Jamaican beer
(Is that Prada?) No doubt, now you can find us
buyin out the bars like we're payin ghostwriters, now

[Chorus]
Young ladies throw your drinks up (throw 'em up)
Make your waist and the bassline sync up
To my thug cats with they arms inked up
Throw 'em up what? Throw 'em up what?
To my fly girls lookin pretty (yeah I see you)
Throw your things up, rep y'all city (rep that)
Everybody if y'all with me
Throw 'em up WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?

[Beyonder]
We came with five chicks who say they models
Sippin out the Belve' just like it was a 40 bottle
Meet up with Jah-Sun, we just the freshest
Pass your front line, fuck your guest list
Who is this? Slide to the bar see
Drinkin Bacardi, no need for Pepsi
And when I'm sippin Grey, no need for Ocean Spray
Flag it down in style with a glass of Hennessy
That's for you darlin, let's go and sit a while
When we sat down she told me that she liked my style
Oh really now? This girl wasn't playin games
Give out the brain and I didn't even catch her name
(Yo that shit is ill) Beyonder always tell hoes
to hop the orange line and take their broken ass to Telos
(That's real) But yo it gets worse
Cause I dipped out the club with her Burberry purse

[Chorus: w/ ad libs]

[Esoteric]
Yo, I stay rap related, it's just my style though
No matter where I be, intro to outro
In an 80's club, listenin to Falco
With a chick lookin like Gwynneth Paltrow
While y'all girls eatin Alpo
And tryin on the size 18 out though
I'm so live, flow I pro-vide
In N.Y., I keep it gully like low tide
Shorty said I'm so mean
Cause I'm 27, and she was 19
(What does that mean?) Yo that's just my reason
I told her, you'll understand when you're older
I'm a soldier (I'm goin with you Sea)
No you can leave your playpen when I say when
It's iron in the mentals, standin eight ten
Goin straight to heaven I plan to make friends so

[Chorus: w/ ad libs]

[Outro]
"Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..."
"Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..."
"Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..."
"Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..."

7L and 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]
[Ghostface Killah] "Watch where you're headin now.. watch where you go"
"Uh-huh! Uh-huh motherfucker uh-huh!
Watch me Duke, watch me"

[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

[Ghostface Killah] "Watch me Duke, watch me"

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

7L and Esoteric - 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"