7L & Esoteric - Precision Lyrics
[Hook]Listen to precision *scratching*Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cisionListen to precision *scratching*Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cisionListen to precision *scratching*Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cisionRhyming *scratching* rhyming[Verse 1]Y'all sendin' mother*****as to an early gravemurder men then murder slavesverbal plays vacant so you herbs behaveWhen I was your age I wasn't that a raveI was bangin' jackin' spades lacin' page after pageAt that stage, you rookies would've bat at the bat cageWith pride up in ya swingin' stanceWhile I was catchin' finger crampsWritin' in a dark room wid swingin' lampsYou sing and dance, you won't step you bringin' ramp shitRing the bell, I fight you like a horse in a cellBumpin' this hell toward the rail like a sorcerer's spell7L holds cream like a tortoise's shellya organs will swell, click and then you turn into a cellMy thought be malice, shine like aurora borealisThought me how to spit in callous oratory at ya axisI speak my mind like telepathy, burn you like an effigySo you better choose ya weaponryHook[Verse 2]Yo I spit the words of deathcurse ya breath, there's no person leftstill can mesh burnin' ya flesh so nothing's leftOf the missin' elements and artificial intelligenceThe darkside of a bright mind my rhymes designed toblow ya back in like a rogue assassin or komodo dragonCloak and dagger know no havin' verbal packageWith the photographic vocals overlap and overcrackin'Clones attackin', you need to stick to local rappin'Cause I roll wid chicks lookin' dyke bend it over *****Wid the dopest lips you could ever kissHoldin' this is close to this, that'll reconverse on thisWhich episode a pack of old crazy motoristsI change hands like polyist(?) or a solar eclipseKnock you off like a merc you got it, when it's kicksWomen feelin' my tongue, Esoteric spillin' bloodKillin' villainous thugs like Daredevil wid a bentley gloveHook[Verse 3]Yo I'm David Blaine raisin' Cain meditate and stay the sameSpecialize in state of brains jeopardize a lame frameMain game flooded daily basis, takin' pages to Israeli pacesVerses that I vomit have the traces of the comet Haley chasesAlien races wid scaley faces, sayin' damn you laced usFachist, I blow clouds out the skyLeave rhy-mers surprised when I gouge out their eyesI'm the shaman pawn man, the skull of Tutankam-en embalmin' fluidRunnin' through the veins of the DruidLike a pharoah, who shadows like the grave of a dead pigCovered in red sweat, crab ass rappers guard quicker than BobafedOr his father Jengo, I might catch 'em like a stitchin' witch***** a pigeon ***** I project vocals to catch replike Robotech on attack, the god ock is back[Hook]
