Rise Of The Rebel 7L & Esoteric

[Verse 1: Esoteric]
It’s the rise of the rebel, story of an MC
Glory evidently, don’t tempt me
Yo, my first contact with this music
Was fifth grade when the biggest threat was a switchblade
Noble, for real, Jordan was still
A Tarheel at NC, when I first thought I’d MC
Dwelling in the Bean before Preem
Seldom heard, I was rarely seen
Travelling between Bev and Dorchester
Each semester of my life
For as long as I remember was trife
Living on the cutting edge of a knife
Busy making bars, tapes and pasting odd breaks
To butt heads with the mic
First time on stage, duke, I was rocking grey troops
Next show I had Cuccini shirts and a beige suit
I used to have high top with lines in my head
Now I, ride the train with these lines in my head
I no longer have time for this bullshit
The politic dug six smiling at cats
I wouldn’t even wanna fuck with
On the personal B.I. tip or friendship
They’re reversible and two-faced
Shady like a cash-filled suitcase
”Fuck y’all” leaves my mouth quicker than the taste of toothpaste
One of the illest this sport's seen
The only way I’m going peacefully is with morphine