Avengers Assemble

Intro]

Hah, yeah. (Who are you, mister?) Hah, you know the name. East Coast returns, back to burn. Huh, DC with the murderous track. Trademarc on my back. Graphic novel shit

[Verse 1:Esoteric]
Yo, we hold it together, moulded together
Motherfuckers wanna battle but they’re frozen in terror
The error of the pterodactyl is back upon us
We do away with those that threw away rap personas
I got the game on lock like [?]
Will be coming out my stereo, I bury your kid
People call me Esoteric while I’m severing limbs
You can parasail in hurricanes and catch no wins
Hey yo, I’m born of fire, military mortar fire
I’ll mutilate you like I never heard of human nature
Never learned of euthanasia
Only brutal ways to make a massacre like a show room
You don’t know doom
Eso [?] whether piss drunk and stoned
Sober, leave em hands trained em like a bad combover
[?] Trademarc is animal, ? glorious off the top
[?] broke spines, make bells ring, DC is [?], your style’s developing
Our style’s dismantling, destroying, decimating
Devastating, detonating
Don’t let the hibernation sickness blind you
The bounty hunter of the year’s right behind you
And the second that he finds you
He’s gonna find the man that signs you
And beat you both down like Brand Nubian in ‘92

[Hook]

Boom, duck down, clap, fall back
East Coast Avengers, three co-defenders
Boom, duck down, clap, fall back
East Coast Avengers, y’all ain’t contenders
Boom, duck down, clap, fall back
East Coast Avengers, your flow’s horrendous
Boom, duck down, clap, fall back
East Coast Avengers, y’all just pretenders

[Verse 2: Trademarc]

Okay, my eyes are red and black
Blew bread shine back through cataracts in the warzone
Blood dripping off a battle axe like wax from a candle
On a mantle, back from the blade to the handle down
In the belly of the beast where whores roam
Felonies feast on more bones of the wicked
Battle lines are drawn and bones are ground and won
While another’s so high the horizon’s gone
Rise upon your souls, the Lord now knows on a first name basis
Knock you out your homeostasis
I’ll re-stake this, if I don’t like it’s on
I’m prone to acts of violence that lead to silence
I do a slight groan, my words for opponents is
My condolences, have you asking where the fuck an organ donor is
I weave phonetics in my genetics
Like stripes on sleeves of fatigues
And leave you with leave like a diuretic
Lost like diametics, out of your leage
You ain’t an old school dude, you a relic
They’re relishing the fact, still spit, doing shows
Your flow need a goddamned medic, not a hype man
Shit dawg let it go, forget blow for blow
You’re so old you’re more apt to die
From a chest cold in a rest home than going toe to toe

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Trademarc]

I attack, my tactics are brass
You backflip and catch crash and burn to ash
In turn my heat will you turn you back to glass
And shatter you as I walk past your bastard [?] plaster wooden cast
No questions asked, punchlines in rhymes
Are hidden [?] mask, never ask
They eat you away like rats on a bed of trash, looking for a medevac
Never that, I’ll reenact slaughter house
[?] with your book of rhymes, lies from your crooked mind

[Verse 4: Esoteric]

Fine that you took your time, you know we sick of cats
Like a [hookin'nine?] dime looking fine, know we fly
Throwing peace signs like it’s Jimmy Snuka time
While you read the Koran I domesticate cats like I’m Cesar Milan
That’s canine, not feline, your game makes a beeline to exit with curtsies
You dressing like Xerxes, you sell less than jerseys with [?] name on em