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7L and Esoteric - Def Rhymes

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[Verse One]
Ayo the second that my rhyme drops I leave minds blocked
with more blind spots than a cyclops, I stalk the sidewalks
looking for rappers who want to battle Esoteric
The only breath control that they behold is oral antiseptic
I`m doing just what you expected
Ripping the mic in half striking psychopaths
Laughing at your writing staff
Iconoclast impresario, me and 7l,
Chopping rhythms like a navaho
I`m a throw wack kids into the water rapids
Hijack their kayak I`m the venus fly trap your nothing but a lilac
You got a battle rhyme you better hide that, I leave you sidetracked Like
double vinyl my rebuttal`s final
So save your little comeback, with one rap
I leave you with a hunchback and duncecap
Drum tracks are under my spell, your dj?
He`s not on the cut, he`s in the cut, hiding from 7l
You better tell us of his whereabouts
Cuz we`re about tormenting, check the def rhymes I`m sending

[Chorus]
On the microphone def rhymes I`m sending
Def, def, def, def rhymes I`m sending
On the microphone def rhymes I`m sending
Def, def, def, def rhymes I`m sending
On the microphone def rhymes I`m sending
Def, 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 microphone
That when I knock you into next week I package you in styrofoam
That alone, silences g`s like gnats and gnomes
I shatter domes when I flip it like a palindrome
Rap is ridiculous, now there`s astrophysicists
I send them back to earth with melted wax like icarus
Witness this, I`m taking theories of these scientists
And proving `em wrong yeah your crew is the bomb now move it along
It`s Esoteric, 7l`s on the cross-fade
We toss grenades at your stage so get a blockade
Superlative lyricism it`s affirmative
I`m sick of hearing who these rappers think their working with
You couldn`t sweet-talk Pete Rock into a beatbox
I swing from treetops like Ewoks, land cheapshots on your weakspots
Speed knots are often dealt
I`m placing pelts of pagan kelts on conveyor belts
The fader melts when I take this, turntablist, by his pancreas
Put the tone-arm, through his own arm
Mentally sound, like a sonar, extending
With the def rhymes I`m sending

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I raise your IQ to mine cuz I know your scared of heights
Scared of tearing mics, rappers like you should be wearing tights
I`m a strike the metropolitan, bottling my oxygen
For fresh air on-air and off-air, even in a lawnchair,
I cause fear like a bomb scare
I keep the beat like a lawsuit
From a rock group with a hot loop
You`re out your element like the yeti, in the serengeti
Or the sasquatch on the catwalk, my rap stalks the track hops
I`m catching all you foul ballers like a backstop
You say I say my name too much
But I bet you say it more than me once the mic gets clutched
Your rap sucks, like algae, don`t act palsy walsy pretending
Check the def rhymes i`m sending

[Chorus]

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