Throw ’Em Up 7L & Esoteric (Ft. Beyonder)

[Intro: old school samples]
"Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..."
"Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..."
"If you came tonight, and you feel all gold
Somebody say HOOOOOOOO! (HOOOOOOOOOO!)
HOOOOOOOO! (HOOOOOOOOOO!) And you don't stop"

[Esoteric]
Yo, yo
I stay loose like a, decayed tooth
Call shots like Babe Ruth, sippin the Grey Goose
The Je-sus of rap, you haters just mad
Cause {*censored*} is on the map, to blaze up the track black
My style, when I be rippin this
Is like Shallow Hal before the hypnotist
E-S, cats be sayin 'I hate you'
Cause I spit shit that they can't relate to
Like havin bangin girls date you;
Wanna rape you, taste you, embrace you
Havin dope beat makers wanna lace you
Fans chase you, cats scared to face you
Plus, I stay in the latest gear
This Red Stripe, ain't Jamaican beer
(Is that Prada?) No doubt, now you can find us
Buyin out the bars like we're payin ghostwriters, now