7L & Esoteric - Chain Reaction (feat. Vinnie Paz) Lyrics
[Vinnie Paz talking]Yo, this *****in' Vinnie Paz babyEsoteric baby, 7L babyWe takin' y'all mother*****as to warTeachin' y'all how to rhyme, awriteSo feel me, before I stuff a *****in' sock in ya mouthand stick you in my trunk, what, check it outIt's like this, yo, yo, yo[Vinnie Paz]This Vinnie Paz let me tell you how I handle my beefHands in ya safe, watch how I slang to a beatAnd you weak mother*****as better stand at my feet'Fore I beat mother*****as when I handle my heatSo consider this verse here a mother*****in' bomb threatCause I ain't even let out, all of my dogs yetI ain't even pulled out my four fours yetI ain't even let out, all of the launch yetThat's why ya plams sweatin', you fake *****I'm strong like Iron Mike Tyse in eight sixYou fake snitch, you get slashed wid fast razors*****in' wid Paz mean you dead, and that's basicsSlash racist, he'll rob ya parents and goY'all crazy big wid no skill like ?????? boVinnie Paz bring physical rainAnd the only thing y'all feel is physical pain, whatHook:We steady blastin, ya city gon' crash inRan like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassinSee a wack rapper, and start smashin'"And that's what the ***** I call a chain reaction"[Esoteric]I'm like Bill Gates mother*****aYou're like Philbert Grate's younger brotherMy rap style's undiscoveredDames wide like the frame or the Lincoln NavigatorStyle just like an aborigine that wrestles alligatorsYou know the deal crab rappers peelI give 'em shit that they can feelMy style's like steelYou can stop tanks wid it, rob banks wid itPlot pranks walk planks block shanks wid itThat's why when I challege you cats you ain't wid itAnd that's where the battle is at you can't spit itRappers tryna play-che, that'll be the day-chePulls a forty-five and ain't just spittin' reggaeToday's pay day, we on some dumber shitRip you out the whip throw ya body up the front of itPut you in check, put my foot to your neckYou lookin' up to Esoteric and I've come to collectHook (2x)[Vinnie Paz]The Army is back, and we bombin' the trackArmed wid a gat, blood spill onto the DATRegardless of that, battery assault wid a mackAnd Vinnie Paz a mother*****in' dog when I rapYou beef wid one of us, we all in ya backAnd a muh'*****er like me, put claws on ya backStalk you like that, y'all just talk like GrovanoMy team, they ***** up more keys than a piano[Esoteric]Yo check it, my method on the microphone's murderin'Blood curdlin', surfacin', the soul purpose stillCircling, in ya shitty deckI defeat a vet, leave him wreck his breathwatch him bleed to deathCause I'm the type of rapper that packs to full capacityActin' like you packin' a gapper to pull the blast on meWith Vinnie Paz on my side known as IkonWe got it covered like cats that hold the mic wrongHook (2x)
