7L & ESOTERIC - Mic mastery lyrics

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[Esoteric]

Yo, yo,yo I weave a tapestry strike rapidly and magically

Alter battle rap habitats automatically

You back down, I change your background like Photoshop

My oratory inventory's overstocked

I'm ripping the track, djs are enjoying it

"Cutting it up, and completely destroying it"

Ambidextrous, yo you must be on a deathwish

Stepping to this, I'm venemous I'll leave you breathless

I spat words, waxed and taxed herbs

Your raps absurd, backs get fractured,

My crack a shell, bag your mademoiselle

Take the cake then I break like a bat out of hell

You fuck with Esoteric catch a capital L

Lock horns with 7L, son there's none parallel

You need a beat to flow to?

You're lucky if your said Hello to

Bitch-ass crab I thought I told you

"Known to be the master in the M.C. field"

"Make way, 'cause here I come"

"Known to be the master in the M.C. field"

"Cover every angle on the mic, I'm killin'"

It's Esoteric kid, yeah that's whose spitting

Ask Lew dipping in the back, brew sipping

I spit hot shit when wack crew ripping

It even leaves the ink on your tattoo dripping

Crab cat talk about how your seeing gats

The only metal you hold is the one for being wack

The only battle you've been in is the one you reinact

Talking trash from the back like a sneak attack

I'm strictly biz cause I'm going where Parrish went

You ain't wack, you's a fucking embarrassment

I'm making sense like your last record's total sales

I spoke in brail, you felt it so much

That you left with broken nails

When packing a jam, harrassing the fans for not clapping their hands

Cuz you ain't dope you just a flash in the pan

Like coke to a crack dealer bagging a gram

I rock a fitted cap, can't deal with little straps

Strictly big guns when it comes to ripping tracks

I ain't sweating sales, dub this for your crew

Cuz once they hear the rhymes they're gonna want the cover too

[Hook x2]

Yo I take command crushing all my enemies, breaking their hands

A giant avalanche quaking your fam

The mic killer, I bring doom ripping buffons

Rhymes expand like the womb in delivering rooms

Too gory, these kids split Whigs like a Tory

More importantly I bring the 4th degree of sorcery

Orally, forgery authorities report to me

Quarterly, the way I corner borders be like Normandy

I'm ornery, words turn, as your verse squirms like an earthworm

First learn, churches burn as worlds turn

Predicaments, make your ligaments of no significance

I'm speaking real words kid your speaking ignorance

I must insist, it's tough to feel dissed

By a rap group I don't even know exists

What you maggots hope to say, could never serve Shay

The only wax you put out was candles on your birthday

[Hook x2]