7l Esoteric Precision Lyrics

Precision Lyrics

[Hook]



Listen to precision *scratching*



Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision



Listen to precision *scratching*



Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision



Listen to precision *scratching*



Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision



Rhyming *scratching* rhyming







[Verse 1]



Y'all sendin' motherfuckas to an early grave



murder men then murder slaves



verbal plays vacant so you herbs behave



When I was your age I wasn't that a rave



I was bangin' jackin' spades lacin' page after page



At that stage, you rookies would've bat at the bat cage



With pride up in ya swingin' stance



While I was catchin' finger cramps



Writin' in a dark room wid swingin' lamps



You sing and dance, you won't step you bringin' ramp shit



Ring the bell, I fight you like a horse in a cell



Bumpin' this hell toward the rail like a sorcerer's spell



7L holds cream like a tortoise's shell



ya organs will swell, click and then you turn into a cell



My thought be malice, shine like aurora borealis



Thought me how to spit in callous oratory at ya axis



I speak my mind like telepathy, burn you like an effigy



So you better choose ya weaponry







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[Verse 2]



Yo I spit the words of death



curse ya breath, there's no person left



still can mesh burnin' ya flesh so nothing's left



Of the missin' elements and artificial intelligence



The darkside of a bright mind my rhymes designed to



blow ya back in like a rogue assassin or komodo dragon



Cloak and dagger know no havin' verbal package



With the photographic vocals overlap and overcrackin'



Clones attackin', you need to stick to local rappin'



Cause I roll wid chicks lookin' dyke bend it over bitch



Wid the dopest lips you could ever kiss



Holdin' this is close to this, that'll reconverse on this



Which episode a pack of old crazy motorists



I change hands like polyist(?) or a solar eclipse



Knock you off like a merc you got it, when it's kicks



Women feelin' my tongue, Esoteric spillin' blood



Killin' villainous thugs like Daredevil wid a bentley glove







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[Verse 3]



Yo I'm David Blaine raisin' Cain meditate and stay the same



Specialize in state of brains jeopardize a lame frame



Main game flooded daily basis, takin' pages to Israeli paces



Verses that I vomit have the traces of the comet Haley chases



Alien races wid scaley faces, sayin' damn you laced us



Fachist, I blow clouds out the sky



Leave rhy-mers surprised when I gouge out their eyes



I'm the shaman pawn man, the skull of Tutankam-en embalmin' fluid



Runnin' through the veins of the Druid



Like a pharoah, who shadows like the grave of a dead pig



Covered in red sweat, crab ass rappers guard quicker than Bobafed



Or his father Jengo, I might catch 'em like a stitchin' witch



Fuck a pigeon bitch I project vocals to catch rep



like Robotech on attack, the god ock is back







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