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Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Ayo the second that my rhyme drops I leave minds blocked with more blind spots than a cyclops, I stalk the sidewalks looking for rappers who want to battle Esoteric The only breath control that they behold is oral antiseptic I`m doing just what you expected Ripping the mic in half striking psychopaths Laughing at your writing staff Iconoclast impresario, me and 7l, Chopping rhythms like a navaho I`m a throw wack kids into the water rapids Hijack their kayak I`m the venus fly trap your nothing but a lilac You got a battle rhyme you better hide that, I leave you sidetracked Like double vinyl my rebuttal`s final So save your little comeback, with one rap I leave you with a hunchback and duncecap Drum tracks are under my spell, your dj? He`s not on the cut, he`s in the cut, hiding from 7l You better tell us of his whereabouts Cuz we`re about tormenting, check the def rhymes I`m sending [Chorus] On the microphone def rhymes I`m sending Def, def, def, def rhymes I`m sending On the microphone def rhymes I`m sending Def, def, def, def rhymes I`m sending On the microphone def rhymes I`m sending Def, 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 microphone That when I knock you into next week I package you in styrofoam That alone, silences g`s like gnats and gnomes I shatter domes when I flip it like a palindrome Rap is ridiculous, now there`s astrophysicists I send them back to earth with melted wax like icarus Witness this, I`m taking theories of these scientists And proving `em wrong yeah your crew is the bomb now move it along It`s Esoteric, 7l`s on the cross-fade We toss grenades at your stage so get a blockade Superlative lyricism it`s affirmative I`m sick of hearing who these rappers think their working with You couldn`t sweet-talk Pete Rock into a beatbox I swing from treetops like Ewoks, land cheapshots on your weakspots Speed knots are often dealt I`m placing pelts of pagan kelts on conveyor belts The fader melts when I take this, turntablist, by his pancreas Put the tone-arm, through his own arm Mentally sound, like a sonar, extending With the def rhymes I`m sending [Chorus] [Verse Three] I raise your IQ to mine cuz I know your scared of heights Scared of tearing mics, rappers like you should be wearing tights I`m a strike the metropolitan, bottling my oxygen For fresh air on-air and off-air, even in a lawnchair, I cause fear like a bomb scare I keep the beat like a lawsuit From a rock group with a hot loop You`re out your element like the yeti, in the serengeti Or the sasquatch on the catwalk, my rap stalks the track hops I`m catching all you foul ballers like a backstop You say I say my name too much But I bet you say it more than me once the mic gets clutched Your rap sucks, like algae, don`t act palsy walsy pretending Check the def rhymes i`m sending [Chorus] | Похожие исполнители:
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