[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]