[ VERSE 1: Esoteric ]
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There's a lot of cats out there that's doin this now
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And a lot of cats out there that threw in the towel
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Some are new to the style, so they take time to learn
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Other cats want burn, they can't be concerned
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With the time it takes, rhymin takes, so they violate
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Grab a pen, begin to gather men
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Form a crew of new jacks that never knew jack
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That never knew wack, that never knew the old boom bap
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Make the track, the illegit, the counterfeit
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The snare sounds like a kick
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You're full of shit, you ain't been doin this long
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I'm fresh, Grandmaster Caz said it best:
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"You can't buy a mic at a quarter to 2
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And be a real MC before the day is through"
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Rap today is a circus, underground or surface
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Know why you're doin this, kid, the soul purpose
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(Soul)
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(You know the deal)
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(Soul)
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(You know the deal)
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MC's come and MC's go
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But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow
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It's called the
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(Soul)
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(You know the deal)
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(Soul)
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(You know the deal)
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MC's come and MC's go
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But they can't fuck...
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[ VERSE 2: Esoteric ]
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Cats on the underground, they like to run around
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And throw the word done around with no gun around
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Distributors be actin funny like clowns
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They buy now, pay later like the money down
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Fuck that cause we got to pound through it
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And rough muthafuckas up if it comes down to it
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Pose a threat, so what you hold a Tec
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And go to war for nothin like a homeless vet
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I bet your ass don't weigh 90 pounds wet
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Down at the sound check I caught your ass with a broken neck
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You know my rep, so you know the steps, go 'head, slide
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Tell your story walkin like a tourguide
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Cause my peoples ain't tryin to hear that
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We to-the-rear that, scared rap cats we stare at
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You know the outcome, a power move yo, I'm 'bout one
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And show you what it's all about son
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(Soul)
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(You know the deal)
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(Soul)
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(You know the deal)
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MC's come and MC's go
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But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow
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It's called the
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(Soul)
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(You know the deal)
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(Soul)
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(You know the deal)
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MC's come and MC's go
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But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow
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[ VERSE 3: Esoteric ]
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I pulverize, scold the guys on the vinyl
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Speak my piece, like gun talk I'm homicidal
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Big execs pay the debts on the Lex
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I cop the R-o-lex, GoreTex in different sets
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It's time to up the ante, you're like a Camry
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I'm like a Benz that's ready for the Grand Prix
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Of Monaco, your song is so lame
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I'm like cocaine to the nose and brain
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I'm like a gold chain to the fans of older Kane
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You know the name, I'm doin this for the love, the dough and fame
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A fool with Technics and some bullshit beats
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Need to shut his mouth when the cool kid speaks
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My name is Esoteric, that's 7L
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Spinna made the track muthafucka, can't you tell?
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Dope-ass beats, dope cuts and dope verses
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Thanks for your purchase, now peep "The Soul Purpose"
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(Soul)
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(You know the deal)
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(Soul)
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(You know the deal)
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MC's come and MC's go
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But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow
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It's called the
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(Soul)
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(You know the deal)
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(Soul)
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(You know the deal)
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MC's come and MC's go
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But they can't fuck around with the way that we flow
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Soul Purpose
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| 7L & Esoteric |
