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~~~~ESOTERIC~~~~~ |
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Abandon *************p, esoterics at the landing strip, |
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Plan to rip your clan to bits, |
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You standing stiff like you inadimate, |
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The jam i spit ??? |
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They try to cancel it and sample it, |
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Til this theres a better way of understanding it, |
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I know u cannot handle it, |
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Im on some fancy *************t, while your crib is candle lit, |
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But still the candidate,quick to dismantle your mauscript, |
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You think you scare me with banana clips, |
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Well theres no chance of it, |
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My no control vocals, roll over ya patrol, |
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Im pokin holes in heads like im makin totem poles, |
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Whether chokin souls (Demigodz rep to the death), |
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So sucka step to the left, im eatin all my older goals, |
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Reading holy scrolls, like im reading yesterdays news, |
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On the funny strip, come n rip, test shay n lose, |
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Yo im rippin ???, ayo you best stay in 2's, |
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Cuzz' my split personality is splittin ya'll crews. |
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~~~~Celph Titled~~~~~ |
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Celph Titled's on some real insane sick *************t, |
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Cut the presidents face off, |
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And rob a mother ******g bank with it, |
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I sleep with a machete mother******* i got guns too, |
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That'll put holes in your torso big enough to jump through, |
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We dont recite rap verses, instead we spit grenades, |
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You cant write a rhyme without some ****** up *************t to say, |
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When i question you, i wont speak proper ill ask you, |
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************* a meat cleaver, we got heaters n mac millys, |
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Act silly and wittness the flame of the cannonblast, |
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Recycle your calcium and use your scar tissue to wipe my ass, |
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Send in recruits and im turning special forces, |
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Into nothing but skeletons rocking berets and burnt musket blades, |
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In hells kitchen we keep the shells spittin, |
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Dont thing its strange we use our block as a shootin range, |
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Highway to heaven or the devils course, |
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I got explosives thatll make your body land in like ??? coffin. |
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~~~~Lord Digga~~~~ |
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Call me ************* scott heron, or heroin, |
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The **** crews veteran, yall think that your better than? |
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Ya'll *************z better lay low, |
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I flip mc's, like brick of yayo, |
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Ya'll from montreal you get your brain exposed, |
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Brook non time bomb, watch me explode, |
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Extra magazines, watch me reload, |
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I gotta spit barcode, but *************z cant scare me, |
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Rap with no legs, so *************z cant stand me, |
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I got more jewels then Stanley, your peppermint patty flows, |
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Nothing but candy, ya'll sweet and weak, |
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And your ****** up my teeth, cuzz' your all i eat, |
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Reverend run with guns, but i dont preach, |
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Bust techs get wet like, sex on a beach, |
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Call me a robbin leech, i wanna blood money, |
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I smoke mc's like the gummys, yall aint gully, |
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My ************* apathy runnin up in your baby mothers, |
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Im ****** your sisters, duck tapin your brothers, |
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Cuzz' them fools didnt believe, that we brothaz we other, |
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Got styles for life, yall lifestyle rubbers |
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~~~~~Apathy~~~~~ |
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I got metal magnum like im megatron, |
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Metamorph to a weapon, whippin ******* if they steppin, |
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Im rippin tissue, the bloody mess, |
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Im missin some vital pieces inside of my cerebellum, |
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Building adrenaline til im tremblin, |
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And tripling my physical mass, to clash with crews, |
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I blast fast and smash fags im bad news, |
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Ill bruise brains and rapidly, rip apart your anatomy, |
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Cuz apathy is fatter then a phat farm faculty, |
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Ap's known for spittin, plus shots im lickin, |
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Got more biscuits then kentucky fried chicken, |
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************* chillen with thugs, thatll fill you with slugs, |
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Since you was pu*************n hot wheels across your livingroom rug, |
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Ima demigod, god dammit, god please forgive me, |
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God bless, but god forbid kids try to spit for me, |
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I ************* you up spiritually, mentally and physically, |
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Father please forgive wack mc's tryna rap with me |
