[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