7L & Esoteric - Speaking Real Words (Hey Now Remix) lyrics

[Sample] Hey now. Hey now. Hey now... Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over Hey, hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over Hey, hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over Hey, hey now, hey now, don't... [Verse 1: Esoteric] I dust the mic like a savage The Esoteradactyl's rap style's beyond average To say the least, I'm slaying beasts with the right plan I'll take your hype man and beat him with the mic stand You're like, "Damn! I better get a resource" I'll overpower three-fourths of your police force You're talking to a fugitive who'll serve your crew Fake his own d**h and come back to murder you Who raps till the crack of dawn? Who's the droid Who destroyed numerous humanoids like atom bombs? You're nothing but a tag-a-long, that I be ragging on 7L's on the cut, while Joe is tapping on The 3000, me I'm just lounging Waiting for a s**er MC to start pounding You know the deal, so check the ca**ette It's Esoteric and Inspectah Deck, what you expect? [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] I stash heat, creep past police on the beat Keep it moving in the mean streets, I the black sheep Roll deep with the k**a Beez, quick on the squeeze Freeze! Nobody move, just hand over the G's Gone with the breeze, everything's peace at ease Now I'm laid back, counting stacks, twisting the trees My rap's scorching, way beyond third degrees Enemies get blown like autumn leaves Authorities comb the block, I'm peeping they steez After me cause the rhyme's worth about two ki's And double that 'cross seas Fiends buy off the heez, the result's more currencies Them no worry we, I strike em down suddenly Funny how they rush me, must be the money You hate me or you love me, don't ever f** me Trust me, we can make the scene turn ugly [Verse 3: Esoteric] I'm like a man possessed that can't confess Yes it's the Es' to bless, wicked test pressed to rest Crab rapper, my raps shatter your wax platter Esoteric's data can stab up the tracks badder My words flow for the, rap cats who rep locally Transmit poetry fit to hit em globally Eso', yes status fresh from the get go Sinister, ready to administer the d**h blow On rap cats cause I'm taking it back To a time when it was cool to call hip-hop rap Cause I've been rapping, since fly sneakers were cheap Since I bought 'em off Koreans down on Washington Street Since I had a cameo; since I rocked rope chains Since I had gold fronts with the Polo frames Since "Goin' Way Back," since pro black rap Since the Jungle Brothers let me know, "I Got it Like That" [Sample]