Hey hey what we gon' do is we gon' get the DJ  to give us a few jigga jiggas  So we can get this shit on the road  and get it started, know what I'm sayin?    Yo, rise, 7L, Esoteric, Demigods 1-2, Axis  (I got this)  What you want?    [Esoteric]  You pack chrome I doubt it  I rip out your frame and make no bones about it  ES, shout it, my style slams dark  My rhymes start to combine like dry humps and hand jobs  You need a fade that's a blowout jack  You get MJ on broadway and couldnt stay to come back  Our rags pricy like a reesey Gs  While the twelfth collect dust like pcp fiends  I see through teens like X-ray machines  The smart dads take they kids evil schemes  (You know all these motherfuckers)  My man will disgrace y'all  With y'all threaten marriage and the fantasy baseball  Who's gonna sign me?  Underground rapper got the game down pat like you in the rally  Ready to die like an airline jacker  Crush your skull give you a hairline fracture  I got hotties on the back burna  They won't go away like bodies on the back burna  Did you rhyme? I'd rather people mime  Keep your feeble mind got less lines and equal signs    [Chorus]  no doubt you don't know what it's about  I don't mean to boast but damn if I'm grey  Won't get it on  I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others  no doubt you don't know what it's about  I don't mean to boast but damn if I'm grey  Every line that I recite I consider it art    [Rise]  Ready before the sound checks, before the "You next on's"  A crew this strong, mics that we use get bronze  It's a rapper writin a critic and artist to business  To clan that's all the shit makes you want opinions we give it, dig it  If you get too deep for real when you rock  And the attention levels drop when people look at they watch  Wait against money, on a balance scale time flies  Your mind's controlled by presidents that aren't even alive  Old dogs learn new tricks they can spit on our class  I teach an ol' pit to flip and saw a rapper in half  The last rapper stop beefin' and he showed to the man  Now they beefin' just to see who's our number one fan  Compressed to the glance, people keep my world on enter  The he's and she's and every species in placenta  Heat rises warm up the crib, prayin in cold rubber  The baby stop cryin' and the plants grow better    [Chorus]