7L & Esoteric - Terror To Your Ear lyrics

[Intro] You need an intro? (Yeah, yeah, yeah). So Esoteric. My mello my man. Get on the mic and do the best you can [Verse 1] A brief description of the Esoteric rap addiction Always on a mission to crush the competition Listen, I got crab rappers running scared I always come prepared while their major's undeclared And don't know what to study Acting buddy buddy with the 'dactyl But I break 'em down like a fractal If they want to battle, we'll have to make a date I'll rip 'em like a paper plate, call your label mate Escape will leave you [?], my tape was the bait A crazy wack demo that I made in '88 Now if I can recall, that was the same time That you were in your dad's whip throwing gang signs And now you wanna rhyme And now you on some real sh** I remember when your Walkman was for your field trip It's ludicrous [?] crabs are numerous Your rap tones are like arm bones they humorous I'll make you look bad like hooded flannels Foots in sandals And Jeeps with wooden panels Washed up bums who really just shouldn't gamble And elderly cats that you just couldn't handle My name is Esoteric [Scratch Hook] "Rock the spot" - Redman & Method Man Funkmaster Flex Freestyle "No doubt" "Terror to your ear" - Redman & Method Man Funkmaster Flex Freestyle "Word up" [Verse 2] From my way to NJ I'm like your sensei, comprende? I hold thugs in gold gloves like Le Mente When Sea' decides to let his mental pen spray It's more than just my friends that say "it's excellente" You're the type of lame that gets mad at pick up games Or when you write a rap you write about the stick up game Your clique's insane Oh yes I know that sh** already Because they tried to diss me and made my crew look petty They better be jetty Time to pack your suitcases I'll break your neck in two places using shoelaces You screw faces better take two paces Turn around and watch you burn your sounds to the ground Profound when I'm speaking 7L's freaking Hitting tables like a stage diving New Yorkican When I was in the studio recording rough raps You was the rednecks buying mudflaps Yosemite Sam type to match your hubcaps You're nothing but a new jack, I'm poison like sumac Even at work The way you rap jerk You ought to rock a half shirt and a gra** shirt There was one time When you stepped to the front line And had the last laugh cause I k**ed you with a punch line Your idea of phat is my idea of wack That's why we shouldn't hang and we shouldn't interact My name is Esoteric [Scratch Hook]