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[Verse One]

Ayo the second that my rhyme s 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]