Boston To Chi-town 7L & Esoteric

[Verse 1]
Poetically aesthetically you need to catch a pedigree
Methodically, robotically stomp your referee
The great ? shit that y'all should peer
Volunteer ? yes the strongest here
When you dealin' with the pterodact
I bury gats
Through six feet of dirt
A real piece of work
This ain't new
I've always been called a conceited jerk
Since be alert
Laughin' at your broke Adidas shirt
Yo I zap gods with cattle prods
Ya battle squad's hit the gun whacks
They better check my mans catalog
It's more than ? it's the reprints
Two compilations and a cold chillin' twelve-inch
From '87 that you bought yesterday brand new
The joke's on you a re-issue
Corny cats ? that I diss you
We're takin' no shorts let's make this official

[Chorus X2}

When the pterodact spits yo he spits that heat
Kinda like my man Panic when he flips that beat
Boston to Chi-town
We rep the fly sound
It's Esoteric motherfucker put the mic down