7L & Esoteric

7L & Esoteric - Chain Reaction lyrics

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[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]

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