7l Esoteric Runaway (copywrite Diss) Lyrics

Runaway (copywrite Diss) Lyrics

(Esoteric Talking)



I know you didn't just open your mouth....



I know of all people, the lowest of the low... I see your tail waggin', dog







[Verse 1]



Copywrite, you don't wanna fight, this here's a mic



Let me show your bitch ass how to rock it right



Let's begin, I know you saw my battle with Jin



That's why you ran like the wind and jumped out of your skin



You weren't sayin' "Fuck Soundcheck"



You was sayin' "fuck the whole set! Cage, c'mon, dawg, we gotta
jet!"



Now it's on, don't ever mention 'Lo in your songs



(Why?) cause even Thirstin know you still live with your moms



In the stix where hoes don't even shave



Folks don't even bathe and roads ain't even paved



Hillbilly Pete tryin' to keep it street, but you nerdy



Actin' 730 when you Powerbar Ernie



Whiteboy sayin' "nigga" sounds sick



When the only black in you be Camel Tao's dick



You a grown man with no plans



And still callin' up college radio requestin' your own jams



("Ayo, I'm tryin' to blow up!") but you're way off course



Cause The Source doesn't cover ciphers in Short North, motherfucka







[Chorus]



You a battle MC? You ain't battle Shay



We called you out in NYC, you ran away



Drop the mic, find another cat to bite



You ain't tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight?)







[Esoteric Talking]



Hahah, don't worry about Landspeed payin' me...Worry about why they rejected



your whole album... and sent E.C. packin' based on your bullshit..







[Verse 2]



You made a second jam and still you couldn't get it right



Gettin' out of bed at night and checkin' my website



Usin' a dead mic, jackin' other cats' beats



Cause y'all producers are weak and wouldn't co-sign the beef



Usin' that beat like you a fan of The Lox



You handlin' glocks? This is where the fantasy stops



What, you thought I forgot you run with Cannibal Ox?



("I can't even watch!") you scared to bust like amateur cops



Flip Dog from "Whiteboys", mocked Danny Hoch



Ernest goes to Brooklyn and gets his little chain tooken



How you lookin' in them dirty ass Nikes



With a 15 year old chicken head you callin' wifey?



Pencil-neck, in an Avirex from your moms



You in your mid-20's hittin' up junior proms



You abused your creative control



Spittin' punchlines so corny they should come with a drum roll



Holla at Skillz about a purchase



Your writing's worthless, recycling wack verses



And that shit is unoriginal and sloppy



But what do I expect from a cat named Copy?







[Chorus]



You a battle MC? You ain't battle Shay



We called you out in NYC, you ran away



Drop the mic, find another cat to bite



You ain't tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight?)







[Esoteric Talkin]



Yo, that was your girl? I thought that was your little sister, dog. The big



field trip to N-Y, after y'all skated after 9-11. Punk motherfuckers







[Verse 3]



You went from ridin' Cage's nuts to sayin' "Cage is nuts



He's a shady fuck, let him get stomped, I hate his guts!"



And plus, you admitted you was glad you left



And not seein' him get beat was your only regret



If that takes the cake then this here's the frosting



Y'all were fightin' over the same chick from Boston



Cage hit the showers, bow to these powers



Call BK back, tell 'em you need hours



You should've left "Haterama" on the net



I said "fuck a reply", but you wouldn't let it die



(The illest four letter word in the world is) AIDS



Just cause you got it don't mean you can change its name to Cage



"Speaking Real Words" with Deck, you keep sweating



But your label paid for more guests than a Greek wedding



Copy, your state should be embarassed of you



See that battle shit you talk about, I actually do







[Chorus] 



You a battle MC? You ain't battle Shay



We called you out in NYC, you ran away



Drop the mic, find another cat to bite



You ain't tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight?)







[Esoteric Talkin]



Huh... Copybite... Now you go home... write as many raps as you want... 



but you can't turn back time



Face the facts... you bounced on your motherfuckin' man... left him there...



That's some shady ass shit, you's a fuckin' snake



Actually, I guess he wasn't even really your man cause...



cause you said you were glad... glad that he got his ass kicked



That's some funny shit... You wanted to see that shit go down, too



You a shady motherfucker



You makin' Cage look like the real motherfuckin' man and he's a bitch too!



Haha, y'all need to posse up over there...



backstabbin' each other, callin' each other pussies and shit..



Haha, I read that Elemental Magazine...



I'll be laughin' at that shit 'til next Halloween...



You spoke too soon, Cage



You know the deal, Esoteric.. 7L



Oh, and another thing... kill all that..



the la la about the guns and shit



Y'all ain't got no motherfuckin' guns...



Y'all pull a gun on me, I'll swallow that shit like..



"Shoot me motherfucker! Shoot me! Pull the trigger on me
motherfucker!"



Hahah, y'all some bitches... bring it!