[Celph Titled] Straight out the red depths of Hell bringin clips and diseases I walk on water with my own two feet nigga, FUCK JESUS! Celph Titled's a God with many followers Who's sick enough to choke a pitbull with his own dog collar I rep the NYC, fuck bitches and sip Remy Pack more notes than Denny's and conduct symphonies You fuckin with me, you won't live to see tomorrow, faggot! I keep it gangsta, storin bodies in a dusty attic You can't talk cuz of the duct tape you fuck face The Demigodz from Chrome Depot blazin with .38's My clique is famous for the way we spit and rock flows Leave the spot blown and send bitch-niggaz to [?]
[One Two] Beware! Emcees out there, drop ya mics Your talkin might result in the loss of life And also might, known to crush blocks of ice The spot it bright, 'til the point you lost ya sight Cuz I'm startin fights, like that bully in class Sayin, "When the bell rings bitch, I'm kickin your ass!!" I spit at stage shows where herbs and weirdos screamin "Oh No" like Nate, Mos Def, and Pharaohe It's a rare flow, put your cameras on zoom Cuz it's tight like all the Klumps crammed in a small room
[L-Fudge] Fudge is the shit, been busy puttin cups to my lips Gettin it outta me, gave the weed a couple of hits Mary Jane lately, grew some succulent tits But everybody's hittin it, ended up dumpin that bitch Mastered the art of reverse physcology Gimme a minute with a chick and she'll exchange a suck for a lick Broke nigga - give bartenders a buck for a tip Take a sip and give it back say, "spruce it up a tidbit"
[Spin 4th] Who in the fuck?! Rappers hidin under they trucks Jumpin through windows, actin like lightning just struck Holdin the do', cuttin they 'fros, wearin disguises Exercising, puttin on weight, increasing sizes Packin they tools and rollin in schools learnin dialect Ebonics, that ain't workin no more, we need some bias shit Yaggfu, Demigodz alliance We colossal like Paul Bunyan and Jolly Green Giant
[Metropolis] Yo I'm that fly gringo that chicks love to deep throat With tracks so hot, you'll pass out from heat strokes I beat foes on both west and east coasts The freak hoes are rhymin on Luke's Peep Show I'll crush ya ego, embarass you in ya home town So forget the fame, you won't wanna be known now I throw down with you half-ass rappers And stuff your garbage rhymes inside trash compactors
[Louis Logic] I'm a Demigod, what'd you expect? From a man who met Mother Nature, looked under her dress and wasn't impressed The same stupid son of a bitch who doesn't respect The Angel of Death's request when he comes to collect Run in and check, my cassette - it's a slight chance you might see, demons escapin from in the deck, and now that I... [Sweet Jesus, please see us through this] [I ain't tryna die over a beef with Lewis!] But when I increase the rudeness of my evil music It leaves the stupid, people skewered and leaks ya fluids into the streets and sewers, if by chance God sees me do it Should shoot a big hole down to Hell and lead me to it
[Open Mic] My microphone of omens dismantles opponents components In moments leaving you and your cipher with my condolence When I'm heated to max, you'll be sufferin' from repeated attacks Defeated you cats with fatter tracks, faggots collapse When they be hearin' collabs over the wax Like subway rats we walk on underground tracks I've come to an overstandin' that you lack in what I'm excellin' in Professional at propellin' adrenaline In fact, Open Mic attacks in stereo sound Pull out my dick and I'll piss all on your burial ground You better not clown or ever try to fuck with my committee Cuz the Demigodz are comin' like a storm to your city
[Rise] Yo we could go to war right now, go call ya brethren Man the fight's on, I'll see you in Hell - from Heaven Reppin everything I write tight, said it for a long time I'm great in my eyes, I'm a legend in my own mind The floor is out for ya set, that ain't respect The crowd ain't happy you wreck, they happy you left They mad upset, pissed that they came for you rhymin They barely survived your set, families huggin and cryin Don't come back, the rap competition's gettin hurt up Be with an inch of ya life, and then an inch further Been heard of, this crew takin over this art Ahead of you in skill, flow, and popularity charts
[Motive] Mo'; known to flip plus the skill be sick The type of cat that show his dick before he spit I'll rush ya crew, but nigga fuck the rules With trust ya lose, anything I touch I bruise Now with Demigodz, I battle with any squad I spit plenty bars, plus ball like Penny Har' So if you thinkin of stick this man for the dividends Catch a quick two bullet blaze in ya abdomen
[Esoteric] Yo, lemme show these cats what rockin a mic's about I'll put ya life in doubt like the biker style, whipin out You're a bitch, the reason why your strikin out's Cuz, girls who get with you think they're dykin out You backpackers home typin out, a verse for ya title bout While I'm in a Lambroghini with James ?Candafini? Rappers try to be me but they can't get my look down My bumpy knuckles leave this industry shook down When I rhyme, I'm so ahead of my time That if we battled at 10, get there by 20 at 9 I'm as heavy as Spawn, Esoteric savage B I'll spit bars at rappers like a chocolate factory
[Jabber Jaw] Yo whatchu known for? Killin rappers off like a famine The Last Standing, like Bruce Lee's daughter Shannon It took some time plannin but I'm finally here Just droppin knowledge on ya brain, and puttin flavor in ya ear At the start of my career, people said they wasn't feelin me But now everybody think's I'm Keith Murray's 'Mini-Me' A critically acclaimed harsh heartbreaker Got into a slugfest and broke out the salt shaker
[Apathy] Can't you see my mental is creating verbal force fields? Elevating spiritual, my physical is more real Reality is 99% perception mostly Mag-NIFICENT, my MISSILES SENT Heat-seeking bombs DETONATING, I'm invading-VADING The space station, face me, A-P A-T H-E-T-I-C (I-C) Now that the light has come to meeee!! Owww, the tornado, natural disaster, lacerating rappers Known as Apathetic magnetic power attracting masses Masked with gastric acids, turnin ya flesh to ashes 2002 Demigodz'll crush you wack asses!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
