[Verse One]  Ayo the second that my rhyme drops I leave minds blocked  With more blind spots than a cyclops, I stalk the sidewalks  Looking for rappers who want to battle Esoteric  The only breath control that they behold is oral antiseptic  I'm doing just what you expected  Ripping the mic in half striking psychopaths  Laughing at your writing staff  Iconoclast impresario, me and 7l,  Chopping rhythms like a navaho  I'm a throw wack kids into the water rapids  Hijack their kayak I'm the venus fly trap your nothing but a lilac  You got a battle rhyme you better hide that, I leave you sidetracked Like   Double vinyl my rebuttal's final  So save your little comeback, with one rap  I leave you with a hunchback and duncecap  Drum tracks are under my spell, your dj?  He's not on the cut, he's in the cut, hiding from 7l  You better tell us of his whereabouts  Cuz we're about tormenting, check the def rhymes I'm sending    [Chorus]  On the microphone def rhymes I'm sending  Def, def, def, def rhymes I'm sending  On the microphone def rhymes I'm sending  Def, def, def, def rhymes I'm sending  On the microphone def rhymes I'm sending  Def, def, def, def rhymes I'm sending  {Scratching} Listen the ace as I rock the place    [Verse Two]  You're so delicate and fragile on the microphone  That when I knock you into next week I package you in styrofoam  That alone, silences g's like gnats and gnomes  I shatter domes when I flip it like a palindrome  Rap is ridiculous, now there's astrophysicists  I send them back to earth with melted wax like icarus  Witness this, I'm taking theories of these scientists  And proving 'em wrong yeah your crew is the bomb now move it along  It's Esoteric, 7l's on the cross-fade  We toss grenades at your stage so get a blockade  Superlative lyricism it's affirmative  I'm sick of hearing who these rappers think their working with  You couldn't sweet-talk Pete Rock into a beatbox  I swing from treetops like Ewoks, land cheapshots on your weakspots  Speed knots are often dealt  I'm placing pelts of pagan kelts on conveyor belts  The fader melts when I take this, turntablist, by his pancreas  Put the tone-arm, through his own arm  Mentally sound, like a sonar, extending  With the def rhymes I'm sending    [Chorus]    [Verse Three]  I raise your IQ to mine cuz I know your scared of heights  Scared of tearing mics, rappers like you should be wearing tights  I'm a strike the metropolitan, bottling my oxygen  For fresh air on-air and off-air, even in a lawnchair,  I cause fear like a bomb scare  I keep the beat like a lawsuit  From a rock group with a hot loop  You're out your element like the yeti, in the serengeti  Or the sasquatch on the catwalk, my rap stalks the track hops  I'm catching all you foul ballers like a backstop  You say I say my name too much  But I bet you say it more than me once the mic gets clutched  Your rap sucks, like algae, don't act palsy walsy pretending  Check the def rhymes i'm sending    [Chorus]