[7L Talking]
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As we come to a close, Dangerous Connection
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7L is the deejay and the emcee
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Tell 'em ya name son
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[Verse 1]
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It's the E-S, take a deep breath beat death
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Vocals eat flesh, like mesh
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Puttin' holes up in ya weak chest
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Ya gotta check this
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I take ya necklace, leave you neckless
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Respect this, it's back to basics
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I come through in an A-6
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You come through in Asics
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Not the real ones the fake shits
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I didn't know they made 'em
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You couldn't fade spit a def rhyme if you spit my verbtim
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Cadillac frank with the baddest bank
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All I do is rip crews, sip booze and hit snooze
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Fuck around with this and catch a quick bruise
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You make about as much sense spittin' ya venom
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As a cotton sweatshirt that says Nautica denim
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Fuck battlin' cats I'm Jim, Abbottin' cats
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Which means single handedly, I'm embarassin' cats
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[7L talking]
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And it's like that, bangin' beats and dope rhymes
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Aiyyo shay....hit 'em off one more time
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[Verse 2]
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I'm rappin' in a certain way, crack ya vertebrae
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And spittin' sweet sixteens like it's ya birthday
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I blow green like Jimmy Cliff, but never hit the spliff
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The shit I spit'll put ya whip in a fit
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Straight airin' out cats like doormats
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I've been underground as long, as these civil war cats
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My closet, looks like I have five brothers
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Cause everything I have yo I have in five colors
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Raps im-pair ya brain, clear the lane
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My diamond aeroplane'll put the fear in the game
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Got the deafest cats out there hearin' my name
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Rockin' raincoats to nice to wear in the rain
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I crack your commercial raps over ya head
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Now your One Twelve got a Jagged Edge
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You sound wack if Marly Marl produced you
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And our busi-ness is chews crew it's new school
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[Talking]
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Yo 7L take us the fuck outta here
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*scratching until fade*
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"I'm the one that does the rockin' all my sounds are legit"
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The Way Out
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| 7L & Esoteric |
