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Demigodz – The Godz Must Be Crazy

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исполнитель Demigodz

жанр Рэп

длительность 05:38

размер 6.86 MB

битрейт 170 kbps

загружено Alexey_95

The Godz Must Be Crazy
Straight out the red depths of Hell bringin' the plagues 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 toast 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 'cause of the duct tape, you fuck face The Demigodz from the 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-niggas to casa carajo 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 is bright 'til the point you lost ya sight 'Cause 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 Pharoahe It’s a rare flow, put your cameras on zoom 'Cause it’s tight like all the Klumps crammed in a small room 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 psychology 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» Who in the fuck?! Rappers hidin' under their trucks Jumpin' through windows, actin' like lightning just struck Holdin' the do', cuttin' they 'fros, wearin' disguises Exercising, puttin' on weight, increasing sizes Packin' their tools and rollin' in schools, learnin' dialects Ebonics, that ain’t workin' no more, we need some vile shit Yaggfu, Demigodz alliance We colossal like Paul Bunyan and Jolly Green Giant Well, 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, embarrass 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 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 and eject my cassette, it’s a slight chance You might see demons escaping from in the deck And now they like… «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 (biatch) My microphone of rawness 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 Defeatin' you cats with fatter tracks, faggots collapse When they be hearin' collabs over the wax Like with 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 'Cause the Demigodz are comin' like a storm to your city 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 Applause after your set? That wasn’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 Beat within 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 Mo'; known to flip plus the flow 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' to stick this man for them dividends Catch a quick two bullet blaze in ya abdomen Yo, lemme show these cats what rockin' a mic’s about I’ll put ya life in doubt like the biker scout, wipin' out You’re a bitch, the reason why your strikin' out’s 'Cause 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 Lamborghini with James Gandolfini 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 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 slug fest and broke out the salt shaker 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! Space-space station, face me, A-P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C I see now that the light has come to me! I’m the tornado, natural disaster, lacerating rappers Known as Apathetic magnetic power attracting masses Masked with gastric acids, turning ya flesh to ashes Two thousand and two Demigodz’ll crush you wack asses
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