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celph titled - way of the gun lyrics

[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
-n-lysts, 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 sh-t
while your crib is candle lit
but still the candidate
quick to dismantle your m-n-script
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 t-tled:]
celph t-tled’s on some real insane sick sh-t
cut the presidents face off
and rob a mother f-cking bank with it
i sleep with a machete motherf-cker 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 f-cked up sh-t to say
when i question you, i won’t speak proper i’ll ask/axe you
f-ck 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 -ss
send in recruits and i’m turning special forces
into nothing but skeletons rocking berets and burnt musket blades
in h-lls kitchen we keep the sh-lls 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 d-ck scott heron
or heroine
the dope crews veteran
y’all think that your better than…
y’all n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s can’t scare me
rap with no legs, so n-gg-s can’t stand me
i got more jewels then stanley
your peppermint patty flows
nothing but candy
y’all sweet and weak
and your f-ckin up my teeth, cause your all i eat
reverend run with guns, but i don’t preach
bust techs get wet like, s-x 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 n-gg- apathy runnin’ up in your baby mothers
i’m f-ckin 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’ b-tches if they steppin
i’m rippin’ tissue to the bl–dy mess
i’m missin’ some vital pieces inside of my cerebellum
building adrenaline til i’m tremblin’
and tripling my physical m-ss
to clash with crews
i blast fast and smash f-gs 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 d-mn it
god please forgive me
god bless, but god forbid kids try to spit for me
i f-ck you up spiritually, mentally and physically
father please forgive wack mc’s tryna rap with me

- celph titled lyrics

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