7L & Esoteric - Mic Mastery (feat. Mr. Lif) Lyrics
[Esoteric]Yo, yo,yo I weave a tapestry strike rapidly and magicallyAlter battle rap habitats automaticallyYou back down, I change your background like PhotoshopMy oratory inventory's overstockedI'm ripping the track, djs are enjoying it"Cutting it up, and completely destroying it"Ambidextrous, yo you must be on a deathwishStepping to this, I'm venemous I'll leave you breathlessI spat words, waxed and taxed herbsYour raps absurd, backs get fractured,My crack a shell, bag your mademoiselleTake the cake then I break like a bat out of hellYou ***** with Esoteric catch a capital LLock horns with 7L, son there's none parallelYou need a beat to flow to?You're lucky if your said Hello to*****-ass crab I thought I told you"Known to be the master in the M.C. field""Make way, 'cause here I come""Known to be the master in the M.C. field""Cover every angle on the mic, I'm killin'"It's Esoteric kid, yeah that's whose spittingAsk Lew dipping in the back, brew sippingI spit hot shit when wack crew rippingIt even leaves the ink on your tattoo drippingCrab cat talk about how your seeing gatsThe only metal you hold is the one for being wackThe only battle you've been in is the one you reinactTalking trash from the back like a sneak attackI'm strictly biz cause I'm going where Parrish wentYou ain't wack, you's a *****ing embarrassmentI'm making sense like your last record's total salesI spoke in brail, you felt it so muchThat you left with broken nailsWhen packing a jam, harrassing the fans for not clapping their handsCuz you ain't dope you just a flash in the panLike coke to a crack dealer bagging a gramI rock a fitted cap, can't deal with little strapsStrictly big guns when it comes to ripping tracksI ain't sweating sales, dub this for your crewCuz once they hear the rhymes they're gonna want the cover tooHook 2xYo I take command crushing all my enemies, breaking their handsA giant avalanche quaking your famThe mic killer, I bring doom ripping buffonsRhymes expand like the womb in delivering roomsToo gory, these kids split Whigs like a ToryMore importantly I bring the 4th degree of sorceryOrally, forgery authorities report to meQuarterly, the way I corner borders be like NormandyI'm ornery, words turn, as your verse squirms like an earthwormFirst learn, churches burn as worlds turnPredicaments, make your ligaments of no significanceI'm speaking real words kid your speaking ignoranceI must insist, it's tough to feel dissedBy a rap group I don't even know existsWhat you maggots hope to say, could never serve ShayThe only wax you put out was candles on your birthdayHook 2x
