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7L and Esoteric - The Soul Purpose

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[Esoteric]
Aiyyo, 1-2
Yo yo

[Verse 1]
I cool out on the west coast, lamp in the east
If your rappin for change, then I`d be dancin for peace
A pretty boy gangsta with his pants in a crease
Spike the Berrier, spike the campus police
Now I don`t give a fuck if it`s your aunt or your neice
Best man or ya priest, your fam`s gettin deceased
Cuz I keep shit hot, like a flannel or fleece
And bringin dimes this way is sand to the beach
Relax to the sun, I get harrassed by the ton
Want to beat you for money son, I`ll smack him for fun
I represent the east baby, that`s where I`m from
I`ll smoke you on the mic, and blacken your lungs
I keep my girls close like I`m packin a gun
By the foot of my bed, where my jacket is hung
A callabo, I don`t see it happenin son
And a battle, I don`t see you lastin through one

[Hook]
I`m taggin rappers out, cuz they`re way off base
And see `em try and take the lead as I rock the place
Esoteric fell off? No that`s not the case
I`m standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race

[Verse 2]
I`m ready to wreck ya, sever ya sector
Speak of my hands, just let the 7L lecture,
Don`t put it past me, like your the firearm,
and I`m the metal detector, I`m here to protect ya
My rhyme is the paint, and the beat is the texture
Interrior design, when I rhyme I affect ya
Say it`s amazing, +Trail Blazin+ like Drexler
In my act, you play the bad wreckin extra
Sorry homeboy, didn`t mean to upset ya
You wanna grab the mic, but your hand won`t let ya
Cuz it knows that if you do, you`ll go home on a stretcher
Call the ambulance on the cell to come get`cha
I do this type of shit right here, just for pleasure
Stress relief, wait `til my next release
I`ll be hittin every station like a press release
7L & Esoteric, hip-hop expertise

[Hook]
I`m taggin rappers out, cuz they`re way off base
I see `em tryin to take a lead as I rock the place
Esoteric fell off? No that`s not the case
I`m standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race

{scratching - "They call me E.S. the Overlord of Fresh"}

[Verse 3]
I smack the new jacks just to add to the stats
My massive attack leaves your anatomy flat
I`m not mad at you black, yo I`m gad that you rap
As a matter of fact, cats are ? wack
Now your askin for that, maybe a pat on the back
Yo I`ll tell you your phat, and sound phat on that track
Then I`ll show up, where ya have the factories at
Grab a batterin axe, you start to shatter ya gats
And that`ll be that, make sure everythings workin
I get heads open like a, brain surgeon
When I came splurgin, veterans became virgins
First they wanna battle but now, they ain`t certain
Rhyme like a tech nine, it`s the God-offilis
Clappin on command like a studio, audience
You could take a dope sample, chop it up or loop it
But still can`t freak it like Joe, some cats proved it

[Hook] 2x
I`m taggin rappers out, cuz they`re way off base
And see `em try and take the lead as I rock the place
Esoteric fell off? No that`s not the case
I`m standin in the winners circle, while you lost the race

{scratching - "They call me E.S. the Overlord of Fresh"}
[repeat until end]

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