7L, Esoteric, Apathy, Celph Titled - Public Execution lyrics

Hit ya
(uh) , switched ya (uh) , right out the frame
Hit ya
(uh) , switched ya (uh) , right out the frame
Right out the frame, right out the frame
Right out the frame (Yea, yo, yo, yo)

I'm an accident just waitin' to happen
Plus I'm an insane
Motherfucker with a hunger pain to
Be the first blastin'
And my gun's a Gatlin'
Forcin' crews to break up
And stickin' up rappers when
They walkin' outta Jacobs
I'm on the block with my dogs
Walkin' you cats to the depths of Hell
I could have you offed in a snap
Lookin' awkward at ya rear
View, see my scope, peer though
And hope ya still here to
See your career through
Shoulda seen them bullets racin' in
Now homicide
Don't know where the shell casings went
Even the finest
Forensic scientists can't fuck with me
Gettin' super ugly
With a Ruger right in front of me
Aimin' it at ya mothers tummy
You claim ya carryin' heat, please
Go and finance our hooptie
And you'll find that that's the
Only time you re lease
'Cause you ain't never busted gats
Bitch you bout as ill as a cure
Get my finger near a trigger
I'mma spill it for sure
Fire repetitive shots
Leave you beheaded for not
Respectin' Celph Titled
Is you stupid or not?
I came through whylin' on
A murder all mission
And left you fuckin' dead
Like a perverted mortician

Hit ya
(uh) , switched ya (uh) , right out the frame
Hit ya
(uh) , switched ya (uh) , right out the frame
Right out the frame, right out the frame
Right out the frame

Cats I've assaulted, call me the high exalted
Eso-terrorist, their cleverest nemesis
I'll forever diss these cats, it's effortless
Sever their wrist
With this disc on the premises
(motherfuckers)
Journalists said there's none better
You weak creeps read it and
Weep like love letters
I bring malice, we smash ya palace
Weave past cats like Steve Nash in Dallas
I did your man a favor by writin' his words
When he didn't have the money
That my writin' is worth
When you fuck with Esoteric you
Go right in the hearse
When you mention dope cats
Seamus Ryan is first
'Cause, I keep spittin' heat 'til
I'm dyin' of thirst
While you try to rehearse
You better tighten your verse
Demigodz labels try to sign us at birth
Just knowin' we could be the
Finest rhymers on Earth

Hit ya
(uh) , switched ya (uh) , right out the frame
Hit ya
(uh) , switched ya (uh) , right out the frame
Right out the frame, right out the frame
Right out the frame

I'll rip a whole in the ozone and
Leave you suckas spinnin' in space
I'll spit in ya face to show
You how a clitoris taste
At this pace you bitches'll
Never finish the race
I'll play the shit from your tapes and
Make you admit it's a waste
You're always after the cash or after the ass
But, you'll only be ashes and
Gas after the blast
It doesn't matter if your made
Of matter or mass
I'm releasin' raps so powerful
They're shatterin' glass
Put a rapper in a cast from
His neck to his toes dissectin' my foes
Peel away the flesh from the bone
Testin' ya dome
To see if it can take the pressure from blows
That are thrown like small
Stones in a cyclone i'm terrible
Beatin' you faggots and tearin'
The beat into fragments
Then eatin' rappers like
Tarrantula's feedin' habbit's
You drop lines that you fuck hot dimes
But ya cock size will make
Her eyes roll counterclockwise
I'll crush rhymes with a singular line
If you can't hold the weight
It'll injure ya spine
I'm not ill like walkin' in
The projects with a nine
I'm ill like movin' solid
Objects with the mind
I was designed by a scientific staff
That studied metaphysics of math
Tryna' develop the perfect paragraph
I'm spittin' raps that'll make
Your mother laugh then travel over water and
Land like a hovercraft
I raise my staff like Moses
And open up the oceans
'Til transparent walls of waves are exposin'
Whales in motion, floatin'
While deadly tiger sharks are approachin'
Ready to rip 'em open