Lyrics Knockout (Victory Lap) - 7L & Esoteric
Yeah...
hahahaha
Bars
of
Death,
Vinyl
Thug
Music,
all
that
good
shit.
Bring
in
the
drums!
We
got
comin
to
the
ring
tonight
(bring
him
out
son)
The
undisputed
heavyweight
champ
(bring
him
out
son!)
Twenty-five
and
oh,
25
by
knockout
motherfucker
It's
my
boy
Esoteric,
say
somethin
[Esoteric]
For
my
soldier
to
spit
the
sick,
the
lunatic
Military
drum,
bust
through
lungs,
that
sound
like
guns
I
roll
up,
on
dirt
balls
like
a
dustpan
Have
'em
hiding
in
their
own
city
like
that
Cubs
fan
It's
true,
Shay
changed,
the
man
is
berzerk
Make
like
Pedro
and
throw
your
manager
in
the
dirt
Yo
the
fire
never
died,
it
just
burned
inside
me
Saw
"Kill
Bill,"
now
I'm
filming
"Kill
Bill
O'Reilly"
F'real,
I
feel,
I
deserve
a
badge
of
honor
For
rippin
asses
block
to
block
like
Cappadonna
My
flow
be
like
water
dog,
inflating
the
pockets
And
like
sick
fans,
stores
ain't
afraid
to
stock
it/stalk
it
I'm
still
hungry,
plus
original
The
only
bars
that
I
bite
are
made
of
chocolate
Es-trogen
make
y'all
extra
femme
Spittin
two
hot
lines
but
the
rest
is
phlegm
7L,
E-S,
got
that
special
blend
Rock
buttons
up,
not
from
Express
for
Men
Put
the
mic
down
- that's
what
we
recommend
Design
the
rhyme
with
the
mind/mine
y'all
blessed
with
gems
[Chorus]
Aiyyo
break
'em
(bust
'em)
kill
'em
(crush
'em)
Y'all
ain't
built
for
this
rap
shit
(fuck
'em)
Y'all
get
killed
for
that
madness
(true)
The
time
is
now,
the
boondocks
comin
through
[Esoteric]
Cats
say
they
bust
clips
in
the
whip
when
they
floss
Only
time
they
blast
heat's
when
they
hit
the
defrost
Facin
Es,
you
know
that
make
no
sense
Like
the
Celts
tradings
Antoine
for
Raef
LaFrentz
I
spit
an
avalanche
of
images,
river
of
blood
Women
in
tubs,
sippin
bub,
peep
a
sinister
mug
They
selling
12
step
therapies,
under
the
assumption
My
function's
to
operate
on
fear
and
consumption
But,
I
get
daps
when
I
spit
my
rap
With
more
Pats
on
my
back
than
New
England
sacks
You
say
you
"Die
Hard"
just
like
that
famous
actor
But
couldn't
do
it
if
you
overdosed
on
Viagra
You're
no
factor,
you
work
for
free
and
fail
While
I'm
paid
to
be
outstanding
like
police
on
detail
Think
about
it
while
the
competition
plummet
I
kill
for
the
sport
like
hunting
on
a
full
stomach
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Oh
shit!
He's
done
ladies
and
gentlemen
First
round,
knockout,
knock
out
motherfuckers
flat
on
the
floor
Didn't
I
tell
you?
This
shit
is
crazy
son,
crazy
son!
Esoteric,
7L,
Bars
of
Death
This
shit
is
a
wrap
money,
it's
a
wrap!
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