Attack

Lyrics

[Intro:] I didn't come for the case, I came for your boss I came to Sheamus, I came for him I never left, don't you see? [Chorus: Esoteric] I attack, I attack Counteract, cardiac, cardiac I attack, I attack Counteract, cardiac, cardiac, cardiac [Verse 1: Esoteric] We represent if you let 'em Wouldn't bite if you pet him, it's just the way that they bred him You don't want to test him Afrikan Bambaata or bless 'em the dog n daughter or dead 'em I'm John Lennon combined with Spidey n' Venom Meaning if the beat ill, I'ma downtown swinger lethal Real lyricist for your people He affair when he launch, could launch a row in the Bronx I'm Biggie in the booth this is studio we haunts They call you big leash, you always had the bite but ain't got my appetite I'd google raps if I was looking for a parasite Or better yet the Eiffel Tower at the Paris site I threw with butchers in ninety degree fahrenheit But peep it I keep it a hundred when I grab the mic I keepin' it ten when I'm at the light I let the beats bang let my nuts hang Dead to rapper's life, motherfucker [Verse 2: Esoteric] Check out a show coming applaud, I make fun of your squad Turn around and raise money for dogs I hear voices in my head but it's you some and god You authentic like Nigerian Prince fraud Crush the same beef so my gauls I can't speak I got a lot of shit on my plate like all-terrain chiefs All remain discreet, on your block, empty out Optimus Phryme's the only time you pull a semi out Is there really any doubt as to who be the best? E to S, lethal yes, creature double feature fest Papered up like teacher's desk, so we don't Need to test you like the panic button When we rhymin' you should be depressed Your rap money got a flat tummy eatin' less Fuck your hood and street address I'll spit it east to west For the drama for the beef like a piranha teeth But I'm for the kids like every time Michelle Obama speaks Embarass rappers like they fucking up live On Shade 45 spittin' freestyles they should have memorized Strike before the chorus I write with no thesaurus You, riddle mics like raising stripes on a Ford Taurus, you bore us [Outro:] Get outta here, walk away, walk away, just get outta here