7L & Esoteric

7L & Esoteric - Face Defeat lyrics

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[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

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