[Esoteric]
Dangerous lyricist, indigenous accent
My raps meant ya down fall
I surround y`all that sound small
In comparison to the magnimous, analyst
Paranormal panelist be plannin` this non-stop
Mass mutilation when bombs drop
The coppers stop the onslaught, not by a longshot
My razor blade, kicks the raps like ace of spades
Raise the flav` slay brigades
And while you place your raids
I space invade the pagan`s age
Stealin` your belongings
Throw you off the rooftops
and bounce you off the awnings
Orion`s belt, shameless Ryan supplyin` giant wealth
Now try and help the situation
My science spell decapitation
That`s how I break ya concentration
Through a brain abrasion
All around my protocol`s devoted to demotin` y`all
I noticed on ya promo
You ain`t seein` Esoteric Lif or Virtuoso
Off the head or written, freestyle or premeditated
Any way you put it sucka duck you gettin` devastated
By the constellation, rotatin` space station
That`s fully operational and capable of facin` you
*scratching* Mr. Lif
[Mr. Lif]
Freed from the days when they had me workin` the fields
Throw up the shields block out all the negativity
Tryna stop the force my mind yields
Start harmin` em with a homonym
Damage him with an antonym and a hymn
For niggaz that`s religious and vicious
When I was younger one of my wishes was to be an emcee
So I increase my calibre, on to be a veteran from amateur
Focus on my rhymes my grammar blur
Fuck up ya eyeball, deep penetratin` lyrics to get inside all
who don`t fully understand my shit that`s worldwide y`all
I drop bombs in Canada, then quadruple the parameter
Incredibly large diameter so niggaz feel my aftershocks in Africa
After the damage a cubic field I happened to vanish
(Troops of steel), yeh they sent `em
So I dent `em, then I gain momentum
But then I chill, and I return to the seas
Where I depend on microscopic air bubbles to breathe
Now this is a place that is cold and wet
Yet my fire inside, is supplied by the tide
I gaze at the moon and offer words of sacrifices
And then I jet, I got a tip on where the anti-christ is
And I`m bound to torture him with his own devilish devices
Muse his unrighteous, until the motherfucker`s lifeless
And then I shall stand over the land as god
And walk amongst the masses who are mentally scarred
* scratching* Virtuoso
[Virtuoso]
I launch razor tip violin bones through the windows
Of an opera house that shot the mouth of a soprano
Alto, or baritone`ll wear ya dome like a link
Every dart I thump to think`ll chop a rocky chunker chink
Atop the nostrils of the Sphinx
`Lific god offerin` pots of ink
Lock you in a box with a rapid lynx
Stab you full of pinholes so you can breathe
I got ten souls I cleaved, from the inner sanctums
of the highest rankin` soldiers in the earth`s, history
Who all attempted persistin` me, but fought listlessly
When they were faced with the epitomy of brute force
Leavin` tons of tongueless loveless, mute corpses
I loot your fortress, shoot your corporate bosses
Crumbles could make ya tuck
it`s from the crossbows I`ve tossed foes in pits
This line refined, and givin` minds this desire
to constrict up ya spine at the slightest sign of a twitch
Bitch, my pernicious loquacious
rhymin` defaces what yo basic, motives to explode `em
My cortex computer chips hold `em and download `em
I make ya troops minute like a tadpole`s scrotum
Stab ya head wid a pole and pose in a human totem
Corrodin` bones like osteoporosis
I`m the chief loc`est in deep focus
I keep beats in chokers and beat
each promoter whose peeps print cheap posters a week
Boasters I eat notice my force`ll creep
Wrote as a speech cobra
My mic slicin` words defeat, ogres
I fly in stealth, mode and explode the globe
when the fryin` pelts you`ll die and know
Shot between the three stars of Orion`s Belt
