7L & Esoteric - Rest In Peace Lyrics
{*scratched by 7L* "It's Esoteric..", "rest in peace"[Esoteric]Yo Friday night, feelin right, *****in with this bad chickGats click, now I'm hit, shit, watch the blood spitI fall face down, background is H-TownNeedle drag, music stops, people call the copsFor a rap cat, shot dead in the backOver a dame, for some reason of which I cannot explainMy name was little known at this time'less we use the Boston, Mass. as the measuring lineMy crime bein waxed, redirects, people's TV's setMaybe you're seein the checks, or see 'em as threatsMy fam cries at the wake, some guys do steaksWith their eyes on my tape, realizin my surprisin fateTen-to-five covered, then from five-to-eightNow the average rap fan starts to gravitateto the Ese-Esoteric, to see if they were sleepinon a dope MC whose skills need peepin[Chorus: Esoteric] + {*7L*It's tough stayin underground when you're six feet deepAnd major labels profit off of that, but then there's freak{"It's Esoteric", {"Rest in peace"And now everybody's checkin for my posthumous release{*scratched twice* "Death is a final step!" - RZA"You know dead rappers get better promotion" - Jadakiss"Death is a final step!"[Esoteric]Check.. now as I look down, it's kinda tough swallowinthe fact that I'm a dead rapper with a cult followinLegions of fans got their hands on my old jamsAnd new fans, they were sayin "Oh damn!"at every punchline, and now the rumors break and hitCause everybody knew that I was workin on some new shitCats askin, "Who's on it?Who produced it?"Straight up, just ask deceased, let the man {"rest in peace"All my old friends are now sayin that's a spiritualMy mother wants my materialGirlfriends sayin that I'm lyrical, fightin over rightsSellin R.I.P. t-shirts at open micsFans thought the East/West was comin to SouthGot the Source van in front of my houseXXL and Elemental runnin their mouthGot my dad depressed, he's bout to flip, put a gun in his mouth[Chorus][Esoteric]Now majors havin bidding wars, and deals on the tableLabels unstable cause my face is on cableEven underground critics say that I'm the best that did itEven though they shitted on my last hit-itI don't get it, Sony pimped me up in a weekAnd now my acapella's flowin over wack commercial beatsThey shot my video, with an Esoteric stunt doublein a Lex bubble, sayin it was footage from the night before the troubleNo red tape, just sample clearances and mad guest appearances(Like who?) A lot of guys whom I never authorizedAs my mother looks into the skies to apologizeAlthough I'm dead mom, my soul remains undauntedNow you can actually afford the things you wish you flauntedAnd even though every studio will be hauntedI finally got the major label budget that I wanted[Chorus] w/ scratch variations by 7L
