7L, Esoteric, Celph Titled, Apathy, Lord Digga - Way Of The Gun lyrics

''And this is the way'' ''We rock that''

Abandon ship, Esoteric's at the landing strip
Plan to rip your clan to bit's
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 poking holes in heads like
I'm making totem poles
We're the chosen souls
(Demigodz rep to the death)
So sucker step to the left


I'm eating all my older goals
Reading holy scrolls like I'm
Reading yesterday's news
On the funny strip, come and rip
Test Shay and lose
Yo I'm ripping cats total son
You best stay in 2s
Cause my split personality is
Slaying y'all crews

Celph Titled's on some real insane sick shit
Cut the president's face off and rob
A motherfucking 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
Can't write a rhyme without some
Fucked up shit to say when I question you
I won't speak proper I'll ask 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 recruit's and I'm
Turning special forces
Into nothing but skeletons rocking berets
And burnt musket blades
In Hell's Kitchen we keep the shells spitting
Don't think it's strange
We use our block as a shooting range
Highway to Heaven or the Devil's crossing
I got explosives that'll make your body
Land in Michael Landon's coffin

''And this is the way''

Call me Dick-Scott Heron, or heroine
The dope crew veteran
Y'all think that you're better than
Y'all niggas better lay low
I flip MCs 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 scan me
Rap with no legs, so niggas can't stand me
I got more tools than Stanley
Your Peppermint Patty flows
Nothing but candy, y'all sweet
And weak and your fucking up my
Teeth 'cause you're all I eat
Reverend Run with guns, but I don't preach
Bust TECs get wet like sex on a beach
Call me a Robin Leach, I want blood money
I smoke MCs like the gummies
Y'all ain't gully my nigga Apathy running up
In your baby's mothers
I'm fucking your sisters
Duck taping your brothers
Cause them fools didn't believe
We wasn't brother we other
Got styles for life, y'all Lifestyle rubbers

I got a metal magnum like I'm Megatron
Metamorph to a weapon
Whipping bitches if they stepping
I'm ripping tissue to bloody messes
I'm missing some vital pieces
Inside of my cerebellum
Building adrenaline 'til I'm trembling
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 than
A Phat Farm faculty ap's known for spitting
Plus shots I'm licking
Got more biscuit's then
Kentucky Fried Chicken
Been chilling with thugs
That'll fill you with slugs
Since you was pushing Hot Wheels
Across your living room rugs
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 MCs tryna rap with me