[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
[Verse 2]
My words attack troops of rap groups with whack loops
In comparison you're embarrasin' I'm stackin' loot
Wearin' black suits to ya funeral like it's a musical
It's usual
Cats ride my sack like a marsupial
It's beautiful
Suitable for fashion models
It's astrological as Aristotle
I'm smashin' bottles
When I'm draftin' graphic novels
That'll kill MCs poetically
Schemin' enemies try deadin' me
Yet I keep blindin' MCs
And holdin' it down
Like I rewind the CDs
Recite my rhyme then I breeze
"Yo my shirt's polo man"
But your pants are Lee's
You couldn't hang if you was mammary glands
You understand
Next to Esoteric you're second in command
Soldier hangin' on my words but I'm steppin' on ya hands
I'm the animal type
You more like amateur night
Yo I diss the whack rapper then I'm slammin' the mic
[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