7L & Esoteric

[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
Im 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
Im a throw wack kids into the water rapids
Hijack their kayak Im 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 rebuttals 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?
Hes not on the cut, hes in the cut, hiding from 7l
You better tell us of his whereabouts
Cuz were about tormenting, check the def rhymes Im sending
[Chorus]
On the microphone def rhymes Im sending
Def, def, def, def rhymes Im sending
On the microphone def rhymes Im sending
Def, def, def, def rhymes Im sending
On the microphone def rhymes Im sending
Def, def, def, def rhymes Im sending
[Scratching] Listen the ace as I rock the place
[Verse Two]
Youre so delicate and fragile on the microphone
That when I knock you into next week I package you in styrofoam
That alone, silences gs like gnats and gnomes
I shatter domes when I flip it like a palindrome
Rap is ridiculous, now theres astrophysicists
I send them back to earth with melted wax like icarus
Witness this, Im taking theories of these scientists
And proving em wrong yeah your crew is the bomb now move it along
Its Esoteric, 7ls on the cross-fade
We toss grenades at your stage so get a blockade
Superlative lyricism its affirmative
Im sick of hearing who these rappers think their working with
You couldnt sweet-talk Pete Rock into a beatbox
I swing from treetops like Ewoks, land cheapshots on your weakspots
Speed knots are often dealt
Im 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 Im 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
Im 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
Youre out your element like the yeti, in the serengeti
Or the sasquatch on the catwalk, my rap stalks the track hops
Im 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, dont act palsy walsy pretending
Check the def rhymes im sending
[Chorus]
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