7l Esoteric Speaking Real Words (featuring Inspectah Deck) Lyrics

Speaking Real Words (featuring Inspectah Deck) Lyrics

[Inspectah Deck]



Yo.. INS the Rebel, your highness



with 7L and Esoteric, speaking real words



Speak on it kid!







[Esoteric]



Yo, I touch the mic like a savage



The Esoteradactyl's rap style's beyond average



To say the least, I'm slayin 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 talkin to a fugitive who'll serve your crew



fake his own death and come back to murder you



Who raps to the crack of dawn?Who's the droid



who destroyed numerous humanoids like atom bombs?



You're nothin but a tag-a-long, that I be raggin on



7L's on the cut, while Joe is tappin on



the 3000, me I'm just loungin



Waitin for a sucker MC to start poundin



You know the deal, so check the cassette



It's Esoteric and Inspectah Deck, what you expect?







{7L cuts and scratches







[Inspectah Deck]



Yo, yo, yo



I stash heat, creep past police on the beat



Keep it movin in the mean streets, I the black sheep



Roll deep with the Killa 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, countin stacks, twistin the trees



My rap's scorchin - way beyond third degrees



Enemies get blown like autumn leaves



Authorities comb the block, I'm peepin 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 (fuck) me



Trust me, we can make the scene turn ugly







{7L cuts and scratches







[Esoteric]



I'm like a man posessed 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 death blow



on rap cats cause I'm takin it back



to a time when it was cool to call hip-hop rap



Cause I've been rappin, 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"







{7L cuts and scratches to the end