Face Defeat

[Esoteric]

Let 'em feel it

It's the E-S, take a deep breath, beat death

Vocals eat flesh, like mesh

Puttin holes up in ya weak chest, ya must check this

I'll take your necklace, leave you neckless

Respect this, it's back to basics

I come through in an A-6

You come through in Asics; not the real ones, the fake shits

I didn't know they made 'em

You couldn't spit a def rhyme if you spit mine verbatim

Cadillac frank with the baddest bank; lately

All I do is rip crews, sip booze and hit snooze

And stay fuckin with bitches that Whip choose

Fuck around with this kid and catch a quick bruise

You make about as much sense spittin your venom

As a cotton sweatshirt that says Nautica denim

Break 'em off 7

[Chorus: 7L scratching]

"Like I said before" "When I rhyme signed or unsigned MC's get done"

"Like I said before" "Representin... hardcore"

[Esoteric]

I'll rap in an assertive way, crack ya vertabrae

And spittin sweet sixteens like it's ya birthday

I blow green like Jimmy Cliff, but never hit the spliff

The shit I spit'll put ya whip in a fit

Straight airin out cats like doormats

I've been underground longer, than these civil war cats

My closet, looks like I have five brothers

Cause everything I have yo I have in five colors

Raps impair your brain, clear the lane

My diamond aeroplane'll put the fear in the game

Got the deafest cats out there, hearin my name

Rockin raincoats, too nice to wear in the rain

I cracked your commercial wax over your head

Now your 112/one twelve got a Jagged Edge

Motherfuck battlin cats, I'm Jim Abbottin cats

Means singlehandedly, I'm embarassin cats

[Chorus]

[Esoteric]

I grab the mic like I'm the rightful owner

Then procede, to heat it up like an Isotoner

That's the deal, I'm dapper like a meal

Givin touchy motherfuckers somethin they can feel

For real, quit sayin you rip tracks

The only thing you bustin is a table at {?} Jack's

I flip facts, like a Rolodex, and hold my tecs

like a two-way, rarely seen like a bluejay

It's the new Sea, a new day

when your skull snaps, for kickin dull raps

I spit in acapella for your brain cuz

And give up more shit to sample than a KPM does

Yeah, shit's been gritty

Ever since Funky Fresh was Spin City

You'd sound whack if Marley Marl produced you

And I've been listenin since Juice Crew was new school

[Chorus]

[Esoteric]

Yeah, face defeat

Cause E-S spit the rhyme, and 7L blaze the beat

My man Vinnie Paz up in this, you know the deal, uhh

Cyclone, my man D-Son, Jedi Minds