Loud clear Lyrics by 7L and Esoteric

Loud clear Lyrics




    [Verse 1]
    We can go blow for blow until we're old and gray
    You're flow's openly gay hope and pray
    That your next LP'll be ghost wrote by Shay
    That's the only way you won't die fruity like Ocean Spray
    I prefer you recite them verses
    Cuz most of your shit sound like a throw away
    You ain't a pro you a protégé
    This is animal rap, it ain't open mic poetry day
    You ain't a solider and no you ain't a trooper
    Frontin' like a thug in a Civ when you in deep in a mini cooper
    Hooba Shay stay ready for clashin'
    My tongue gives out more lashin' than the passion

    [Chorus: Esoteric]
    This goes out, to every hungry wanna battle emcee
    Workin' full time doin' battle entry
    This goes out, to the people that sniffin' on the game
    Till they overload they brain like an overdose of cane
    This goes out, to the workin' man streets dollar holler
    In your ear sayin' fuck George Bush now they clear
    Get em outta' hear show that cat the door
    Cuz we don't wanna hear that bullshit no more

    [Verse 2]
    You can look at this verse as a word to the wise
    Realize open up your eyes
    We got people over seas gettin' blown to bits and thrown in a ditch
    While Bush is at the game throwin' out the openin' pitch
    Double vision bird strugglin' with words
    Like Fox news tryin' to pronounce the names of, Arabic Kurds
    His staff is absurd
    Fuck a chicken I'll battle pride them cats ain't served
    On the real it's true I'd dodge a draft too
    But see, I don't want what them muthafuckas do
    They, all talk like Republican radio
    Really only right-winger I supports Cam Neely

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    ES, that's what they call em
    Schizophrenic like Smeagal of Golem
    How can we stall em, rappers keep fallin'
    Y'all are off track like skiin' through a slalom
    Read the column mark obituary fickle merry
    Men I slay Shay's still a visionary
    Who loves women, knows a bitches need
    Good sex and bump shoes like Richard Reed
    A jail with rebellious minds
    Who held time on the frontlines a month at a time
    Peace to mankind, y'all can quote this rhyme
    I'm well read like a book with a broken spine

    [Chorus]


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