[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