7L & Esoteric - Def Rhymes Lyrics
[Verse One]Ayo the second that my rhyme drops I leave minds blockedwith more blind spots than a cyclops, I stalk the sidewalkslooking for rappers who want to battle EsotericThe only breath control that they behold is oral antisepticI'm doing just what you expectedRipping the mic in half striking psychopathsLaughing at your writing staffIconoclast impresario, me and 7l,Chopping rhythms like a navahoI'm a throw wack kids into the water rapidsHijack their kayak I'm the venus fly trap your nothing but a lilacYou got a battle rhyme you better hide that, I leave you sidetracked Likedouble vinyl my rebuttal's finalSo save your little comeback, with one rapI leave you with a hunchback and duncecapDrum tracks are under my spell, your dj?He's not on the cut, he's in the cut, hiding from 7lYou better tell us of his whereaboutsCuz we're about tormenting, check the def rhymes I'm sending[Chorus]On the microphone def rhymes I'm sendingDef, def, def, def rhymes I'm sendingOn the microphone def rhymes I'm sendingDef, def, def, def rhymes I'm sendingOn the microphone def rhymes I'm sendingDef, 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 microphoneThat when I knock you into next week I package you in styrofoamThat alone, silences g's like gnats and gnomesI shatter domes when I flip it like a palindromeRap is ridiculous, now there's astrophysicistsI send them back to earth with melted wax like icarusWitness this, I'm taking theories of these scientistsAnd proving 'em wrong yeah your crew is the bomb now move it alongIt's Esoteric, 7l's on the cross-fadeWe toss grenades at your stage so get a blockadeSuperlative lyricism it's affirmativeI'm sick of hearing who these rappers think their working withYou couldn't sweet-talk Pete Rock into a beatboxI swing from treetops like Ewoks, land cheapshots on your weakspotsSpeed knots are often dealtI'm placing pelts of pagan kelts on conveyor beltsThe fader melts when I take this, turntablist, by his pancreasPut the tone-arm, through his own armMentally sound, like a sonar, extendingWith the def rhymes I'm sending[Chorus][Verse Three]I raise your IQ to mine cuz I know your scared of heightsScared of tearing mics, rappers like you should be wearing tightsI'm a strike the metropolitan, bottling my oxygenFor fresh air on-air and off-air, even in a lawnchair,I cause fear like a bomb scareI keep the beat like a lawsuitFrom a rock group with a hot loopYou're out your element like the yeti, in the serengetiOr the sasquatch on the catwalk, my rap stalks the track hopsI'm catching all you foul ballers like a backstopYou say I say my name too muchBut I bet you say it more than me once the mic gets clutchedYour rap sucks, like algae, don't act palsy walsy pretendingCheck the def rhymes i'm sending[Chorus]
