Mic Mastery

7L and Esoteric

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    [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

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    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

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    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 2x

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