(Esoteric Talking)  I know you didn't just open your mouth....  I know of all people, the lowest of the low... I see your tail waggin', dog    [Verse 1]  Copywrite, you don't wanna fight, this here's a mic  Let me show your bitch ass how to rock it right  Let's begin, I know you saw my battle with Jin  That's why you ran like the wind and jumped out of your skin  You weren't sayin' "Fuck Soundcheck"  You was sayin' "fuck the whole set! Cage, c'mon, dawg, we gotta jet!"  Now it's on, don't ever mention 'Lo in your songs  (Why?) cause even Thirstin know you still live with your moms  In the stix where hoes don't even shave  Folks don't even bathe and roads ain't 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 Tao's dick  You a grown man with no plans  And still callin' up college radio requestin' your own jams  ("Ayo, I'm tryin' to blow up!") but you're way off course  Cause The Source doesn't cover ciphers in Short North, motherfucka    [Chorus]  You a battle MC? You ain't battle Shay  We called you out in NYC, you ran away  Drop the mic, find another cat to bite  You ain't tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight?)    [Esoteric Talking]  Hahah, don't 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 couldn't get it right  Gettin' out of bed at night and checkin' my website  Usin' a dead mic, jackin' other cats' beats  Cause y'all producers are weak and wouldn't 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 can't 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-20's 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 writing's 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 ain't battle Shay  We called you out in NYC, you ran away  Drop the mic, find another cat to bite  You ain't 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 y'all skated after 9-11. Punk motherfuckers    [Verse 3]  You went from ridin' Cage's nuts to sayin' "Cage is nuts  He's 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 here's the frosting  Y'all 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 should've left "Haterama" on the net  I said "fuck a reply", but you wouldn't let it die  (The illest four letter word in the world is) AIDS  Just cause you got it don't mean you can change it's 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 ain't battle Shay  We called you out in NYC, you ran away  Drop the mic, find another cat to bite  You ain't 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 can't turn back time  Face the facts... you bounced on your motherfuckin' man... left him there...  That's some shady ass shit, you's a fuckin' snake  Actually, I guess he wasn't even really your man cause...  Cause you said you were glad... glad that he got his ass kicked  That's 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 he's a bitch too!  Haha, y'all need to posse up over there...  Backstabbin' each other, callin' each other pussies and shit..  Haha, I read that Elemental Magazine...  I'll 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  Y'all ain't got no motherfuckin' guns...  Y'all pull a gun on me, I'll swallow that shit like..  "Shoot me motherfucker! Shoot me! Pull the trigger on me motherfucker!"  Hahah, y'all some bitches... bring it!