Текст песни 7L and Esoteric - Runaway (Copywrite Diss)
7L and Esoteric - Runaway (Copywrite Diss) слова песни
(Esoteric Talking)I know you didn`t just open your mouth....I know of all people, the lowest of the low... I see your tail waggin`, dog [Verse 1]Copywrite, you don`t wanna fight, this here`s a micLet me show your bitch ass how to rock it rightLet`s begin, I know you saw my battle with JinThat`s why you ran like the wind and jumped out of your skinYou weren`t sayin` "Fuck Soundcheck"You was sayin` "fuck the whole set! Cage, c`mon, dawg, we gotta jet!"Now it`s on, don`t ever mention `Lo in your songs(Why?) cause even Thirstin know you still live with your momsIn the stix where hoes don`t even shaveFolks don`t even bathe and roads ain`t even pavedHillbilly Pete tryin` to keep it street, but you nerdyActin` 730 when you Powerbar ErnieWhiteboy sayin` "nigga" sounds sickWhen the only black in you be Camel Tao`s dickYou a grown man with no plansAnd still callin` up college radio requestin` your own jams("Ayo, I`m tryin` to blow up!") but you`re way off courseCause The Source doesn`t cover ciphers in Short North, motherfucka [Chorus]You a battle MC? You ain`t battle ShayWe called you out in NYC, you ran awayDrop the mic, find another cat to biteYou ain`t tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight?) [Esoteric Talking]Hahah, don`t worry about Landspeed payin` me...Worry about why they rejectedyour whole album... and sent E.C. packin` based on your bullshit.. [Verse 2]You made a second jam and still you couldn`t get it rightGettin` out of bed at night and checkin` my websiteUsin` a dead mic, jackin` other cats` beatsCause y`all producers are weak and wouldn`t co-sign the beefUsin` that beat like you a fan of The LoxYou handlin` glocks? This is where the fantasy stopsWhat, you thought I forgot you run with Cannibal Ox?("I can`t even watch!") you scared to bust like amateur copsFlip Dog from "Whiteboys", mocked Danny HochErnest goes to Brooklyn and gets his little chain tookenHow you lookin` in them dirty ass NikesWith a 15 year old chicken head you callin` wifey?Pencil-neck, in an Avirex from your momsYou in your mid-20`s hittin` up junior promsYou abused your creative controlSpittin` punchlines so corny they should come with a drum rollHolla at Skillz about a purchaseYour writing`s worthless, recycling wack versesAnd that shit is unoriginal and sloppyBut what do I expect from a cat named Copy? [Chorus]You a battle MC? You ain`t battle ShayWe called you out in NYC, you ran awayDrop the mic, find another cat to biteYou ain`t tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight?) [Esoteric Talkin]Yo, that was your girl? I thought that was your little sister, dog. The bigfield trip to N-Y, after y`all skated after 9-11. Punk motherfuckers [Verse 3]You went from ridin` Cage`s nuts to sayin` "Cage is nutsHe`s a shady fuck, let him get stomped, I hate his guts!"And plus, you admitted you was glad you leftAnd not seein` him get beat was your only regretIf that takes the cake then this here`s the frostingY`all were fightin` over the same chick from BostonCage hit the showers, bow to these powersCall BK back, tell `em you need hoursYou should`ve left "Haterama" on the netI said "fuck a reply", but you wouldn`t let it die(The illest four letter word in the world is) AIDSJust cause you got it don`t mean you can change its name to Cage"Speaking Real Words" with Deck, you keep sweatingBut your label paid for more guests than a Greek weddingCopy, your state should be embarassed of youSee that battle shit you talk about, I actually do[Chorus] You a battle MC? You ain`t battle ShayWe called you out in NYC, you ran awayDrop the mic, find another cat to biteYou ain`t tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight?) [Esoteric Talkin]Huh... Copybite... Now you go home... write as many raps as you want... but you can`t turn back timeFace the facts... you bounced on your motherfuckin` man... left him there...That`s some shady ass shit, you`s a fuckin` snakeActually, I guess he wasn`t even really your man cause...cause you said you were glad... glad that he got his ass kickedThat`s some funny shit... You wanted to see that shit go down, tooYou a shady motherfuckerYou makin` Cage look like the real motherfuckin` man and he`s a bitch too!Haha, y`all need to posse up over there...backstabbin` each other, callin` each other pussies and shit..Haha, I read that Elemental Magazine...I`ll be laughin` at that shit `til next Halloween...You spoke too soon, CageYou know the deal, Esoteric.. 7LOh, and another thing... kill all that..the la la about the guns and shitY`all ain`t got no motherfuckin` guns...Y`all pull a gun on me, I`ll swallow that shit like.."Shoot me motherfucker! Shoot me! Pull the trigger on me motherfucker!"Hahah, y`all some bitches... bring it!