Текст песни 7L and Esoteric - Def Rhymes
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[Verse One]Ayo the second that my rhyme drops I leave minds blockedwith more blind spots than a cyclops, I stalk the sidewalkslooking for rappers who want to battle EsotericThe only breath control that they behold is oral antisepticI`m doing just what you expectedRipping the mic in half striking psychopathsLaughing at your writing staffIconoclast impresario, me and 7l,Chopping rhythms like a navahoI`m a throw wack kids into the water rapidsHijack their kayak I`m the venus fly trap your nothing but a lilacYou got a battle rhyme you better hide that, I leave you sidetracked Like double vinyl my rebuttal`s finalSo save your little comeback, with one rapI leave you with a hunchback and duncecapDrum tracks are under my spell, your dj?He`s not on the cut, he`s in the cut, hiding from 7lYou better tell us of his whereaboutsCuz we`re about tormenting, check the def rhymes I`m sending[Chorus]On the microphone def rhymes I`m sendingDef, def, def, def rhymes I`m sendingOn the microphone def rhymes I`m sendingDef, def, def, def rhymes I`m sendingOn the microphone def rhymes I`m sendingDef, def, def, def rhymes I`m sending{Scratching} Listen the ace as I rock the place[Verse Two]You`re so delicate and fragile on the microphoneThat when I knock you into next week I package you in styrofoamThat alone, silences g`s like gnats and gnomesI shatter domes when I flip it like a palindromeRap is ridiculous, now there`s astrophysicistsI send them back to earth with melted wax like icarusWitness this, I`m taking theories of these scientistsAnd proving `em wrong yeah your crew is the bomb now move it alongIt`s Esoteric, 7l`s on the cross-fadeWe toss grenades at your stage so get a blockadeSuperlative lyricism it`s affirmativeI`m sick of hearing who these rappers think their working withYou couldn`t sweet-talk Pete Rock into a beatboxI swing from treetops like Ewoks, land cheapshots on your weakspotsSpeed knots are often dealtI`m placing pelts of pagan kelts on conveyor beltsThe fader melts when I take this, turntablist, by his pancreasPut the tone-arm, through his own armMentally sound, like a sonar, extendingWith the def rhymes I`m sending[Chorus][Verse Three]I raise your IQ to mine cuz I know your scared of heightsScared of tearing mics, rappers like you should be wearing tightsI`m a strike the metropolitan, bottling my oxygenFor fresh air on-air and off-air, even in a lawnchair,I cause fear like a bomb scareI keep the beat like a lawsuitFrom a rock group with a hot loopYou`re out your element like the yeti, in the serengetiOr the sasquatch on the catwalk, my rap stalks the track hopsI`m catching all you foul ballers like a backstopYou say I say my name too muchBut I bet you say it more than me once the mic gets clutchedYour rap sucks, like algae, don`t act palsy walsy pretendingCheck the def rhymes i`m sending[Chorus]