Mercy Killing - 7l & Esoteric

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can find me in the club where the huns at Muthafuck
that trucker hat hug-rap I
know who I am who, I be who, I always was Not
a rapper that would dis another just to start a buzz You
should know that just, let the beef go away How
many weathermen do I have to slay El-P
give that mouth a rest Go
and get yourself in shape give that couch a rest I
sent you a demo in 94 with straight original shit No
scientifical shit And
you cats talk about it like it's still in your whip If
you're large as you say why, you still sweating Shay Pissed?
cuz I reminisce about boom-bap You
just made cuz you make your money off nerd-rap And
can never change that the, fact you make soft shit Embarassed
so you gotta remind us about the profit Sorry
that I study from the blueprint And
don't associate with your nerd-rap movement "Independently
I sold "...man get, over yourself Every
interview I read it's like your blowing yourself Putting
doe on your shelf Stop? hoeing yourself You're
a herb look, at you you, know it yourself I!
showed you love from day one and I kept on But
now you upset because your boys got stepped on If
you were as smart as you claim to be And
had beef muthafucker you should've came to me But
no write, a dis hope, you won't get caught Cuz
you know I never peep shit from Gaysop Rock Listen
I, liked Funcrusher that was that But
then you heard Dr Octagon. and never looked back "Blue
Flowwwers" Allow me flex my true powers And
send this fucking hobbit back to the two towers No
..............I'm not stopping yet Bars
of Death ain't done it ain't dropping yet I
got jokes about your face believe me But
dissing you because of your looks is too easy You
can't help that you a Keebler elf "Mr, Be. Yourself" You
should see yourself I
saw that DVD man I can't understand Why
you find it so hard to shake a fan's hand These
are the cats that love you when you do shit And
actually think the stuff you make is music But
this is hip-hop kid don't confuse it With
herbs trying to hard to make "that new shit" Bitching
about doing a show for short change is fine But
taping it is assinine Then
releasing it That's? an ego trip Get
off your own dick that's, some ego shit (fuck outta here) Revolution
ain't them beats you record Sounding
like my girl's cat when it walks across my keyboard You
ain't different you, just can't work your equipment Now
don't come back with that run-on sentence rap Spit
it slow so, I can understand you yo, Went
from Co-Flow to no flow rushing, your rhymes No

punchlines just, a bunch of punched in lines Bed-wetter
you, as hip-hop as Eddie Vetter If
you a true b-boy explain, that mohawk and the Fred Perry sweater That
look is priceless Now!
who's the muthafucker with the identity crisis You?

ain't mad at me dog you, mad at what you've become (part

2) Banned

from New York Muthafucka? don't sleep I
got a freak in each borough I, was there last week You
cancelling shows in Boston acting, shook Say
you from Harlem telling, me to come to Red Hook You
wanna rep Brooklyn Ain't? no Biggie in you Fat
sloppy fuck sound like Winnie the Pooh Plus
dwelling on this beef is a bad decision The
only fight you ever had is with your own metabolism Making
them mixtapes mainstream, coverband Wannabe
G-Unit but sold like 3 units Damn? Baby!
Huey talks like he had a stroke I
remember when he told me "Be Alert" was sooo dope You
was a fan home soaking the bed See
when I was eating rappers you was eating loaves of bread A
big oaf with dreads and a clammy handshake Now
you making records that even your fans hate I'll
treat you like a Taun-Taun and, slash your flesh And
give New York's homeless a place to rest It
ain't about the Weathermen it's, whether or not your men Whether
or not your femme Vast, drop and gimme 10 Know
your limits Grimace, you, can't finish All
out of shape fishing for beef but out of bait Sherman
Klump's in a writing slump no lie Nutty
Proffessor minus, the sweater and bow tie Come
take my lotto Man? that's, a waste With
that tape all, you really robbing is your fan base You
be claiming you a man but got big saggy tits Coppin
all your sweaters from a store for fat chicks "If
this was 86 "...man if this was 86 You'd
be sitting in baby shit crying, for some cake and shit "Vast
is deep "!You kids don't understand Anyone
can sound deep to an overzealous fan So
protect that neck Shrek before, I strike again You
and El-P = Lenny and George from Mice & Men The
shit is getting old but the beef is fun It's
like 5, on 1 I got you fuckers on the run So
get your facts straight stop, running your mouths I
keep this mic with me dog, come and get me