7L & Esoteric - Good Villains Go Last lyrics

[Intro: Esoteric] Yeah, yeah, one-two, one-two, Czarface Ayo Deck, you ready? [Inspectah Deck:] You already know man... My new name Czarfonzerelli, when you see me... You just call me 'Czarfonzerelli' [Esoteric] Yeah, let's go [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Test me, I run upside your head like Jet Li So raw, so pure call it fresh squeeze On the town more than Rex Reeve Deck he's something like the FDA How I check cheese I reach quota, black ops elite soldier Move undercover through NY, Malik Yoba G coder, beast moder, never cease motor Machine gun rap clap until the beats over Czarfonzerelli so cool He toss a quarter in the juke-box from across the room And what I spit upon tome, takes over your mind The rhyme is like Victor Von Doom From the womb to the tomb The boom bap ritual Not the typical, bullsh** that you listen to Its principle, hip hop that's what you call this For more bars than Mardi Gras and all this [Verse 2: Esoteric] My past is darker than the blackest magic marker in the Hands of Clive Barker when he's crafting Books of Blood And I attack it harder, I'm Pat Tanaka My sparring partner's half of Sparta, my sack is larger I crack apart an MC like an Iron Man toy with plastic armor I'm the rap Chewbacca Get my point across like Hawkeye, the Archer You ain't runnin sh** like half-court games You out for more fame, that makes me say "Y" like the J in Björk's name Look at you and look at me You look like a shook emcee Only time you load the clips is when you put in Pusha T k** 'em, drill 'em, grill 'em I'm a villain I'm like Leatherface You'll never save the lesser race of invaders from space Come and devastate my Rebel base But I will sink them in the ocean With one motion of my hand, and track you down, like a Stan Smack you down, that's the plan Beat you till your brains hollow like a moving van I'm superhuman and I'll prove it again and again Swinging limbs like it's sink or swim These rappers set the bar low like Peter Dinklage at the gym I'm Michelangelo, I'm mutagen, hooligan You're a terrapin, a shell of yourself, you brag about the metal In your hands, that's a kettlebell for your health I'm bout to buckle down, like I pull a belt from the shelf Ayo, bring that, and we can do a one-on-one even And let the chips fall where they may like my son eating [Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man] Moe Dee black frames, 80s era crack pains I smack veins, I snatch chains, I lack brains Hijack planes, under siege like you riding Casey Ryback trains My rap reigns like G Rap, Kane's Mind manipulated, brain dead spoon fed public Might as well rip off your head and put your brain in your stomach Genghis Khan modern mongol on your block conquering Get every suburban hot soccer mom co*k gobbling I'm the white living in the cave Protestant, I'm not to win The opposite of white wooly hair and bronze copper skin With just one rhyme, I entertain the deaf, dumb, blind I'm clever with my words like a Lord Finesse punchline Fight quick, bloody butcher knife and an ice pick Put a cop's testicles in a vice grip And sodomize him with his nightstick Strike quick, beat a white chick with my white dick Gash her up like the whip that they beat Christ with No enlightening, stay partisan Fighting with the gays targeting Frightening what the brains harboring Bright with the days darkening Wings up, Heaven Razah, I'm a thug angel I've been unstable since banging beats on a lunch table Rock Adidas or fedora dookie Rev Run cable I'm louder than Wu-Tang, Mobb Deep and Big Pun label Czar