7L & Esoteric - Runaway Lyrics
(Esoteric Talking)I know you didn't just open your mouth....I know of all people, the lowest of the low... I see your tail waggin', dog[Verse 1]Copywrite, you don't wanna fight, this here's a micLet me show your ***** ass how to rock it rightLet's begin, I know you saw my battle with JinThat's why you ran like the wind and jumped out of your skinYou weren't sayin' "***** Soundcheck"You was sayin' "***** the whole set! Cage, c'mon, dawg, we gotta jet!"Now it's on, don't ever mention 'Lo in your songs(Why?) cause even Thirstin know you still live with your momsIn the stix where hoes don't even shaveFolks don't even bathe and roads ain't even pavedHillbilly Pete tryin' to keep it street, but you nerdyActin' 730 when you Powerbar ErnieWhiteboy sayin' "nigga" sounds sickWhen the only black in you be Camel Tao's dickYou a grown man with no plansAnd still callin' up college radio requestin' your own jams("Ayo, I'm tryin' to blow up!") but you're way off courseCause The Source doesn't cover ciphers in Short North, mother*****a[Chorus]You a battle MC? You ain't battle ShayWe called you out in NYC, you ran awayDrop the mic, find another cat to biteYou ain't tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight?)[Esoteric Talking]Hahah, don't worry about Landspeed payin' me...Worry about why they rejectedyour whole album... and sent E.C. packin' based on your bullshit..[Verse 2]You made a second jam and still you couldn't get it rightGettin' out of bed at night and checkin' my websiteUsin' a dead mic, jackin' other cats' beatsCause y'all producers are weak and wouldn't co-sign the beefUsin' that beat like you a fan of The LoxYou handlin' glocks? This is where the fantasy stopsWhat, you thought I forgot you run with Cannibal Ox?("I can't even watch!") you scared to bust like amateur copsFlip Dog from "Whiteboys", mocked Danny HochErnest goes to Brooklyn and gets his little chain tookenHow you lookin' in them dirty ass NikesWith a 15 year old chicken head you callin' wifey?Pencil-neck, in an Avirex from your momsYou in your mid-20's hittin' up junior promsYou abused your creative controlSpittin' punchlines so corny they should come with a drum rollHolla at Skillz about a purchaseYour writing's worthless, recycling wack versesAnd that shit is unoriginal and sloppyBut what do I expect from a cat named Copy?[Chorus]You a battle MC? You ain't battle ShayWe called you out in NYC, you ran awayDrop the mic, find another cat to biteYou ain't tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight?)[Esoteric Talkin]Yo, that was your girl? I thought that was your little sister, dog. The bigfield trip to N-Y, after y'all skated after 9-11. Punk mother*****ers[Verse 3]You went from ridin' Cage's nuts to sayin' "Cage is nutsHe's a shady *****, let him get stomped, I hate his guts!"And plus, you admitted you was glad you leftAnd not seein' him get beat was your only regretIf that takes the cake then this here's the frostingY'all were fightin' over the same chick from BostonCage hit the showers, bow to these powersCall BK back, tell 'em you need hoursYou should've left "Haterama" on the netI said "***** a reply", but you wouldn't let it die(The illest four letter word in the world is) AIDSJust cause you got it don't mean you can change its name to Cage"Speaking Real Words" with Deck, you keep sweatingBut your label paid for more guests than a Greek weddingCopy, your state should be embarassed of youSee that battle shit you talk about, I actually do[Chorus]You a battle MC? You ain't battle ShayWe called you out in NYC, you ran awayDrop the mic, find another cat to biteYou ain't tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight?)[Esoteric Talkin]Huh... Copybite... Now you go home... write as many raps as you want...but you can't turn back timeFace the facts... you bounced on your mother*****in' man... left him there...That's some shady ass shit, you's a *****in' snakeActually, I guess he wasn't even really your man cause...cause you said you were glad... glad that he got his ass kickedThat's some funny shit... You wanted to see that shit go down, tooYou a shady mother*****erYou makin' Cage look like the real mother*****in' man and he's a ***** too!Haha, y'all need to posse up over there...backstabbin' each other, callin' each other pussies and shit..Haha, I read that Elemental Magazine...I'll be laughin' at that shit 'til next Halloween...You spoke too soon, CageYou know the deal, Esoteric.. 7LOh, and another thing... kill all that..the la la about the guns and shitY'all ain't got no mother*****in' guns...Y'all pull a gun on me, I'll swallow that shit like.."Shoot me mother*****er! Shoot me! Pull the trigger on me mother*****er!"Hahah, y'all some *****es... bring it!
