Представляем точный текст композиции "Runaway (Copywrite Diss)" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста 7L & Esoteric . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Runaway (Copywrite Diss)» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую 7L & Esoteric передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
7L & Esoteric - "Runaway (Copywrite Diss)"
Lyrics to Runaway (Copywrite Diss) : [Esoteric Talking] I know you didnt just open your mouth.... I know of all people, the lowest of the low... I see your tail waggin, dog [Verse 1] Copywrite, you dont wanna fight, this heres a mic Let me show your bitch ass how to rock it right Lets begin, I know you saw my battle with Jin Thats why you ran like the wind and jumped out of your skin You werent sayin "Fuck Soundcheck" You was sayin "fuck the whole set! Cage, cmon, dawg, we gotta jet!" Now its on, dont ever mention Lo in your songs (Why') cause even Thirstin know you still live with your moms In the stix where hoes dont even shave Folks dont even bathe and roads aint even paved Hillbilly Pete tryin to keep it street, but you nerdy Actin 730 when you Powerbar Ernie Whiteboy sayin "nigga" sounds sick When the only black in you be Camel Taos dick You a grown man with no plans And still callin up college radio requestin your own jams ("Ayo, Im tryin to blow up!") but youre way off course Cause The Source doesnt cover ciphers in Short North, motherfucka [Chorus] You a battle MC' You aint battle Shay We called you out in NYC, you ran away Drop the mic, find another cat to bite You aint tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight') [Esoteric Talking] Hahah, dont worry about Landspeed payin me...Worry about why they rejected your whole album... and sent E.C. packin based on your bullshit.. [Verse 2] You made a second jam and still you couldnt get it right Gettin out of bed at night and checkin my website Usin a dead mic, jackin other cats beats Cause yall producers are weak and wouldnt co-sign the beef Usin that beat like you a fan of The Lox You handlin glocks' This is where the fantasy stops What, you thought I forgot you run with Cannibal Ox' ("I cant even watch!") you scared to bust like amateur cops Flip Dog from "Whiteboys", mocked Danny Hoch Ernest goes to Brooklyn and gets his little chain tooken How you lookin in them dirty ass Nikes With a 15 year old chicken head you callin wifey' Pencil-neck, in an Avirex from your moms You in your mid-20s hittin up junior proms You abused your creative control Spittin punchlines so corny they should come with a drum roll Holla at Skillz about a purchase Your writings worthless, recycling wack verses And that shit is unoriginal and sloppy But what do I expect from a cat named Copy' [Chorus] You a battle MC' You aint battle Shay We called you out in NYC, you ran away Drop the mic, find another cat to bite You aint tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight') [Esoteric Talkin] Yo, that was your girl' I thought that was your little sister, dog. The big field trip to N-Y, after yall skated after 9-11. Punk motherfuckers [Verse 3] You went from ridin Cages nuts to sayin "Cage is nuts Hes a shady fuck, let him get stomped, I hate his guts!" And plus, you admitted you was glad you left And not seein him get beat was your only regret If that takes the cake then this heres the frosting Yall were fightin over the same chick from Boston Cage hit the showers, bow to these powers Call BK back, tell em you need hours You shouldve left "Haterama" on the net I said "fuck a reply", but you wouldnt let it die (The illest four letter word in the world is) AIDS Just cause you got it dont mean you can change its name to Cage "Speaking Real Words" with Deck, you keep sweating But your label paid for more guests than a Greek wedding Copy, your state should be embarassed of you See that battle shit you talk about, I actually do [Chorus] You a battle MC' You aint battle Shay We called you out in NYC, you ran away Drop the mic, find another cat to bite You aint tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight') [Esoteric Talkin] Huh... Copybite... Now you go home... write as many raps as you want... but you cant turn back time Face the facts... you bounced on your motherfuckin man... left him there... Thats some shady ass shit, yous a fuckin snake Actually, I guess he wasnt even really your man cause... cause you said you were glad... glad that he got his ass kicked Thats some funny shit... You wanted to see that shit go down, too You a shady motherfucker You makin Cage look like the real motherfuckin man and hes a bitch too! Haha, yall need to posse up over there... backstabbin each other, callin each other pussies and shit.. Haha, I read that Elemental Magazine... Ill be laughin at that shit til next Halloween... You spoke too soon, Cage You know the deal, Esoteric.. 7L Oh, and another thing... kill all that.. the la la about the guns and shit Yall aint got no motherfuckin guns... Yall pull a gun on me, Ill swallow that shit like.. "Shoot me motherfucker! Shoot me! Pull the trigger on me motherfucker!" Hahah, yall some bitches... bring it [ Runaway (Copywrite Diss) Lyrics ]
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