7L & Esoteric - Olde English lyrics

Feat. Slaine "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." [Esoteric] Where we livin in the city where the law is 3 strikes We rock Nikes and victims get no pity, vision isn't pretty sh** 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, sh**ty-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 b**hes 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!" [Slaine] 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 motherf**in governor to ban me Tell Mr. Romney I got a pistol on me And vocab that moves more like a vicious army And these b**hes 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 d** that my face is purple as Barney f** fashion and wearin Armani pants up I stay playin a hot corner like Connie Lansford But I ain't no ballplayer athlete {?} f**in rap demon with cracked teeth It's Slaine "This is for your own good." "I know better than you [snort] what's [snort] good for me." "John you're breathing very hard." "That's the way I breathe. [snort] I breathe the best I can. [snort]" "You don't like my breathing? [snort] I don't like your breathing! [snort]" "You breathe [snort] 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."