The Way Out - 7L & Esoteric

As we come to a close, Dangerous Connection

7L is the deejay and the emcee

Tell 'em ya name son

It’s the E-S, take a deep breath beat death

Vocals eat flesh, like mesh

Puttin’holes up in ya weak chest

Ya gotta check this

I take ya necklace, leave you neckless

Respect this, it’s back to basics

I come through in an A-6

You come through in Asics

Not the real ones the fake shits

I didn’t know they made 'em

You couldn’t fade spit a def rhyme if you spit my verbtim

Cadillac frank with the baddest bank

All I do is rip crews, hit booze and hit snooze

Fuck around with this and catch a quick bruise

You make about as much sense spittin’ya venom

As a cotton sweatshirt that says Nautica denim

Fuck battlin’cats I’m Jim, Abbottin’cats

Which means single handedly, I’m embarassin’cats

And it’s like that, bangin’beats and dope rhymes

Aiyyo shay… hit 'em off one more time

I’m rappin’in a certain way, crack ya vertebrae

And spittin’sweet sixteens like it’s ya birthday

I blow green like Jimmy Cliff, but never hit the spliff

The shit I spit’ll put ya whip in a fit

Straight airin’out cats like doormats

I’ve been underground as long, as these civil war cats

My closet, looks like I have five brothers

Cause everything I have yo I have in five colors

Raps im-pair ya brain, clear the lane

My diamond aeroplane’ll put the fear in the game

Got the deafest cats out there hearin’my name

Rockin’raincoats to nice to wear in the rain

I crack your commercial raps over ya head

Now your One Twelve got a Jagged Edge

You sound wack if Marly Marl produced you

And our busi-ness is chews crew it’s new school

Yo 7L take us the fuck outta here

«I'm the one that does the rockin’all my sounds are legit»