7l - Essays On Esoterrorism

Psionically bionically I dominate demonically


Check this, my reckless style will catch wreck ironically


Sonically I'll invade, crush your cavalcade


Parade through your barricade I made the accolade


Now men get mad, they grab a pen and pad and end up sad


Cuz my prestige has 'em under siege like Leningrad


When in Damascus, yo I cause disasters


Choking pagans in Copenhagen my vocals plaguing


Ancient masters, well dressed on the Elfquest


I severed your test-press and never felt stress


I melt flesh, which helps death reclaim the lame


I hang frames like a key chain, similar to ethane


Colorless, odorless, vocalists notice this


Proteus, morphing, dwarfing, aborting your recording


I'm not the one to bet against


Even with your best defense you'll get destroyed like Evidence





Chorus: (Scratched by 7L)


[It's a lyrical lesson to emcee fakes]


[To sucka emcee's I'm just plain terror]


[It's a lyrical lesson to emcee fakes]


[Genuine genius, of rap warfare]





My lyrics snap necks in the strangest fashion

Still unparalleled by a trained assassin


I maim and chasten assorted assailants


Barbarian, alien under surveillance


My ailments, unseen, few and far between


Our regime's rhymes climb to bar sixteen of the third verse


None heard worse than the gruesome depiction


Of the Esoteric pain infliction by diction


I don't weight lift, I shape-shift


Wiping the smirks off these jerks in tight shirts


Steady slamming 'em, to the mat with a snap suplex


Your crew gets, ripped out the frame like goosenecks


On a Harrow, yes the God Awful is a Pharaoh


Riding dromedaries through monasteries and bombing every


Sucker that your hand me, your looking like a pansy


I'm a vigilante, that's fancy like Dandies


When I showboat, so dope Columbians are pumping me


So dope that when I fly my man has to smuggle me


I've been to Europe three times in my life


Two times out of three, I was paid to rock mics


You don't want none, Shamus posts high like bail bondsmen


Or Larry Johnson, going low on Stacy Augmon in the paint


Most cats due to the contact with lyricism


Essays on Esoterrorism