CELPH TITLED - Way Of The Gun lyrics

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[Scratched:]

[Run D.M.C. 'King Of Rock':] "And this is the way"

[Run D.M.C. 'King Of Rock':] "We rock the... "

[Verse 1:

[Esoteric:]

Abandon ship, Esoteric's at the landing strip

Plan to rip your clan to bits

You standing stiff like you inanimate

The jam I spit

Analysts, in such a panic with

They try to cancel it and sample it

Till this there's a better way of understanding it

I know you cannot handle it

I'm on some fancy shit

While your crib is candle lit

But still the candidate

Quick to dismantle your manuscript

You think you scare me with banana clips?

Well there's no chance of it

My no control vocals, roll over your patrol

I'm pokin holes in heads like I'm makin' totem poles

We're the chosen souls

(Demigodz rep to the death)

So sucker step to the left, I'm eatin all my older goals

Reading holy scrolls, like I'm reading yesterdays news

On the funny strip, come and rip

Test Shay and lose

Yo I'm rippin' cats total son, ayo you best stay in 2's

Cause my split personality is slayin' y'all crews

[Celph Titled:]

Celph Titled's on some real insane sick shit

Cut the presidents face off

And rob a mother fucking bank with it

I sleep with a machete motherfucker I got guns too

That'll put holes in your torso big enough to jump through

We don't recite rap verses, instead we spit grenades

You can't write a rhyme without some fucked up shit to say

When I question you, I won't speak proper I'll ask/axe you

Fuck a meat cleaver, we got heaters and mac millies

Act silly?

And witness the flame of the cannon blast

Recycle your calcium and use your scar tissue to wipe my ass

Send in recruits and I'm turning special forces

Into nothing but skeletons rocking berets and burnt musket blades

In Hells Kitchen we keep the shells spittin'

Don't thing it's strange

We use our block as a shootin' range

Highway to heaven or the devil's cross

And I got explosives that'll make your body land in like? coffin

[Chorus: Scratches]

"And this is the way"

[Verse 2:]

[Lord Digga:]

Call me Dick Scott Heron

Or heroine

The dope crews veteran

Y'all think that your better than...

Y'all niggas better lay low

I flip MC's, like bricks of yayo

Y'all from Montreal you get your brain exposed

Brook-nam time bomb, watch me explode

Extra magazines, watch me reload

I gotta spit bar code, but niggas can't scare me

Rap with no legs, so niggas can't stand me

I got more jewels then Stanley

Your peppermint patty flows

Nothing but candy

Y'all sweet and weak

And your fuckin up my teeth, cause your all I eat

Reverend Run with guns, but I don't preach

Bust techs get wet like, sex on a beach

Call me a robbin' leech/Robin Leach

I wanna blood money

I smoke MC's like the gummys, y'all ain't gully

My nigga Apathy runnin' up in your baby mothers

I'm fuckin your sisters

Duck tapin' your brothers

Cause them fools didn't believe...

We wasn't brothers we other

Got styles for life, y'all Lifestyle rubbers

[Apathy:]

I got metal magnum like I'm Megatron

Metamorph to a weapon, whippin' bitches if they steppin

I'm rippin' tissue to the bloody mess

I'm missin' some vital pieces inside of my cerebellum

Building adrenaline til I'm tremblin'

And tripling my physical mass

To clash with crews

I blast fast and smash fags I'm bad news

I'll bruise brains and rapidly rip apart your anatomy

Cause Apathy is fatter then a Phat Farm faculty

Ap's known for spittin', plus shots I'm lickin'

Got more biscuits then Kentucky Fried chicken

Been chillin' with thugs, that'll fill you with slugs

Since you was pushin hot wheels across your living room rug

I'm a Demigod, God damn it

God please forgive me

God bless, but God forbid kids try to spit for me

I fuck you up spiritually, mentally and physically

Father please forgive wack MC's tryna rap with me