7L & Esoteric - Runaway (Copywrite Diss) lyrics
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[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
