[VERSE 1: Esoteric]

There's a lot of cats out there that's doin this now

And a lot of cats out there that threw in the towel

Some are new to the style, so they take time to learn

Other cats want burn, they can't be concerned

With the time it takes, rhymin takes, so they violate

Grab a pen, begin to gather men

Form a crew of new jacks that never knew jack

That never knew wack, that never knew the old boom bap

Make the track, the illegit, the counterfeit

The snare sounds like a kick

You're full of shit, you ain't been doin this long

I'm fresh, Grandmaster Caz said it best:

"You can't buy a mic at a quarter to 2

And be a real MC before the day is through"

Rap today is a circus, underground or surface

Know why you're doin this, kid, the soul purpose


(Soul)

(You know the deal)

(Soul)

(You know the deal)

MC's come and MC's go

But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow

It's called the

(Soul)

(You know the deal)

(Soul)

(You know the deal)

MC's come and MC's go

But they can't fuck...


[VERSE 2: Esoteric]

Cats on the underground, they like to run around

And throw the word done around with no gun around

Distributors be actin funny like clowns

They buy now, pay later like the money down

Fuck that cause we got to pound through it

And rough muthafuckas up if it comes down to it

Pose a threat, so what you hold a Tec

And go to war for nothin like a homeless vet

I bet your ass don't weigh 90 pounds wet

Down at the sound check I caught your ass with a broken neck

You know my rep, so you know the steps, go 'head, slide

Tell your story walkin like a tourguide

Cause my peoples ain't tryin to hear that

We to-the-rear that, scared rap cats we stare at

You know the outcome, a power move yo, I'm 'bout one

And show you what it's all about son


(Soul)

(You know the deal)

(Soul)

(You know the deal)

MC's come and MC's go

But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow

It's called the

(Soul)

(You know the deal)

(Soul)

(You know the deal)

MC's come and MC's go

But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow


[VERSE 3: Esoteric]

I pulverize, scold the guys on the vinyl

Speak my piece, like gun talk I'm homicidal

Big execs pay the debts on the Lex

I cop the R-o-lex, GoreTex in different sets

It's time to up the ante, you're like a Camry

I'm like a Benz that's ready for the Grand Prix

Of Monaco, your song is so lame

I'm like cocaine to the nose and brain

I'm like a gold chain to the fans of older Kane

You know the name, I'm doin this for the love, the dough and fame

A fool with Technics and some bullshit beats

Need to shut his mouth when the cool kid speaks

My name is Esoteric, that's 7L

Spinna made the track muthafucka, can't you tell?

Dope-ass beats, dope cuts and dope verses

Thanks for your purchase, now peep "The Soul Purpose"


(Soul)

(You know the deal)

(Soul)

(You know the deal)

MC's come and MC's go

But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow

It's called the

(Soul)

(You know the deal)

(Soul)

(You know the deal)

MC's come and MC's go

But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow