7L & ESOTERIC - Essays on Esoterrorism lyrics

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Psionically bionically I dominate demonically

Check this, my reckless style will catch wreck ironically

Sonically I'll invade, crush your cavalcade

Parade through your barricade I made the accolade

Now men get mad, they grab a pen and pad and end up sad

Cuz my prestige has 'em under siege like Leningrad

When in Damascus, yo I cause disasters

Choking pagans in Copenhagen my vocals plaguing

Ancient masters, well dressed on the Elfquest

I severed your test-press and never felt stress

I melt flesh, which helps death reclaim the lame

I hang frames like a key chain, similar to ethane

Colorless, odorless, vocalists notice this

Proteus, morphing, dwarfing, aborting your recording

I'm not the one to bet against

Even with your best defense you'll get destroyed like Evidence

[Chorus: Scratched by 7L]

(It's a lyrical lesson to emcee fakes)

(To sucka emcee's I'm just plain terror)

(It's a lyrical lesson to emcee fakes)

(Genuine genius, of rap warfare)

My lyrics snap necks in the strangest fashion

Still unparalleled by a trained assassin

I maim and chasten assorted assailants

Barbarian, alien under surveillance

My ailments, unseen, few and far between

Our regime's rhymes climb to bar sixteen of the third verse

None heard worse than the gruesome depiction

Of the Esoteric pain infliction by diction

I don't weight lift, I shape-shift

Wiping the smirks off these jerks in tight shirts

Steady slamming 'em, to the mat with a snap suplex

Your crew gets, ripped out the frame like goosenecks

on a Harrow, yes the God Awful is a Pharaoh

Riding dromedaries through monasteries and bombing every

Sucker that your hand me, your looking like a pansy

I'm a vigilante, that's fancy like Dandies

When I showboat, so dope Columbians are pumping me

So dope that when I fly my man has to smuggle me

I've been to Europe three times in my life

Two times out of three, I was paid to rock mics

You don't want none, Shamus posts high like bail bondsmen

Or Larry Johnson, going low on Stacy Augmon in the paint

Most cats due to the contact with lyricism

Essays on Esoterroris