7L - Chain Reaction lyrics

[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yo, this f**ing Vinnie Paz baby Esoteric baby, 7L baby We taking y'all motherf**ers to war Teaching y'all how to rhyme, aight So feel me, before I stuff a f**ing sock in ya mouth And stick you in my trunk, what Check it out It's like this, yo, yo [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] It's Vinnie Paz let me tell you how I handle my beef Hands in ya [?], watch how I slam to a beat And you weak motherf**ers better stand at my feet For I beat motherf**ers when I handle my heat So consider this verse here a motherf**ing bomb threat Cause I ain't even let out, all of my dogs yet And I ain't even pulled out my .44s yet And I ain't even let out, all of the gods yet That's why ya palms sweat, you fake b**h I'm strong like Iron Mike Tyson '86 You fake snitch, you get slashed with fast razors f**ing with Paz mean you dead, and that's basics Slash faces, [?] Y'all crazy big with no sk** like Manute Bol Vinnie Paz bring physical rain And the only thing y'all feel is physical pain, what [Hook: Vinnie Paz] We steady blasting, ya city gon' crashing Ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an a**a**in See a wack rapper, and start smashing *And that's what the f** I call a chain reaction* [Verse 2: Esoteric] I'm like Bill Gates motherf**er You're like Gilbert Grape's younger brother My rap style's undiscovered Game's wide like the frame of the Lincoln Navigator [?] the rest is alligators You know the deal crap rappers peel I give 'em sh** that they can feel My style's like steel You can stop tanks with it, rob banks with it Plot pranks walk planks block shanks with it That's why when I challege you cats you ain't with it And that's where the battle is at you can't spit it Rappers trynna play-che, that'll be the day-che Pulls a .45 and it ain't just spitting reggae Today's payday, we on some dumber sh** Rip you out the whip throw ya body up the front of it Put you in check, put my foot to your neck You looking up to Esoteric and I've come to collect, what [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] The Army is back, and we bombing the track Armed wid a gat, blood spill onto the DAT Regardless of that, battery a**ault with a mack And Vinnie Paz a motherf**ing dog when I rap You beef with one of us, we all in ya back And a motherf**er like me, put claws on ya back Stalk you like that, y'all just talk like Grovano My team, they f** up more keys than a piano [Verse 4: Esoteric] Yo check it, my method on the microphone's murdering Blood curdling, surfacing The Soul Purpose is circling, in ya CD deck I defeat a vet, leave him wreck his breath Watch him bleed to d**h Cause I'm the type of rapper that packs to full capacity Acting like you packing a gapper to pull the blast on me With Vinnie Paz on my side known as Ikon We got it covered like cats that hold the mic wrong [Hook x2]