Olde English - 7L & Esoteric, Slaine, Esoteric

«For a true writer, each book should be a new beginning

'fore he tries again, for something that is beyond the pain

He should always try for something, that has never been done;

Or that others have tried, and failed

Then sometimes, with good luck, he will succeed.»

Where we livin in the city where the law is 3 strikes

We rock Nikes and victims get no pity, vision isn’t pretty

Shit I’m spitting’s gritty, with the precision of Bibby

Dribble in the transition I’m like Nixon with the ribbie

Outstanding in my field like, Janet with her titty

Witty with the ammunition I’m commandin a committee

Piss-drunk, shitty-faced, steppin out of state

Ready to faint, jettin with Denny, blunted to fresh paint

MC’s, steady squeeze 'til the heater is empty

We get B’s 'til they think that bleedin people is trendy

When I’m disses, legions wanna leave to defend me

Therefore bitches wanna keep me like Aziz to Effendi

Your girls are homegrown, they just regional entries

I get floor models open like the keys to a Bentley

The media frenzy’s gettin greener with envy

So I’m like Randy Johnson, thought I’d treat 'em all friendly

«Beacuse he was always dreaming of impossible inventions, and adventures

And explorations in the remotest parts of the Earth, he was generally known

In the neighborhood as Commander, Crackpot, oh ho ho!»

Yeah, c’mon

Yo I came in this game with my attitude pissy

A hot celly and a potbelly like Missy

A Makaveli fury and a pocket full of whiskey

With so much damn rage I gotta stop to pull it with me

I dare the cops to come and get me, and mothers and they family

Callin up the motherfuckin governor to ban me

Tell Mr. Romney I got a pistol on me

And vocab that moves more like a vicious army

And these bitches will never disarm me

Calm me down mami I’m a human tsunami

Find me laid up in the back of an apartment to spy on me

So high on drugs that my face is purple as Barney

Fuck fashion and wearin Armani pants up

I stay playin a hot corner like Carney Lansford

But I ain’t no ballplayer athlete

fuckin rap demon with cracked teeth

It’s Slaine

«This is for your own good.»

«I know better than you what’s good for me.»

«John you’re breathing very hard.»

«That's the way I breathe.

I breathe the best I can.

««You don’t like my breathing?

I don’t like your breathing!

««You breathe like this you can drop dead Kenny.»

«John, no, don’t get angry, I’m only trying to be your friend.»

«I don’t want your friendship, and I don’t believe in friendship,

I don’t want that.»

«Well I’d be the first to say you’re certainly in a misanthropic mood today.»

«Yes I’m misanthropic!

Very misanthropic indeed!»

«And I enjoy, being, misanthropic.»