Demigodz, Louis Logic, Esoteric - Heat Speakers lyrics

"The time has now come
When the Godz from all four corners of
The Earth have combined to form an
Entity unparalleled under gray skies
Where the Sun is ashamed
To shine shoutin' their names
From Hell's breath
With speech made of fire be those
Who shall strike their wrath"

Motherfuckers better shut they mouth when the
Godz spit rapid fire wisdom
Guns and grenades
My brigade consists of killer henchmen
There ain't a nigga that's liver
I'm a Gun & Ammo subscriber
That's quick to burn numerous holes
Through your Avirex fibers
I'm on some mob shit
Cuban mafia conglomerate
Tommy Gun nozzle spittin' hollows tips


Lauchin' like rocket ships
I got Glocks and clips that are
Damn near ready to chase you
A bullet with your name on it
Eager to kill and erase you
My Demigodz swordsmen are trained
To slice precisely
You should question wifey
Why your children look just like me
Come out the closet 'cause I
Know your whole crew's fag
I saw 'em on the corner
Rockin' rainbow-colored do rags
I rhyme fast and you just
A bunch of slow herbs
You gettin' cuts and bruises trippin'
Over your own words
You better worship the barrel nigga
My Glock is holy
Re-fry your ass and serve you
On a plate with guacamole
The MAC Don, my teeth cut through Teflon
I was raised draggin' bodies
Through the door sayin', "What's up mom?"
Niggas think I'm a vampire
I ain't seen the sun since it was set on fire
I'm the fuckin' second comin' of Messiah
My promo manager didn't know what
He was in for i'll come to your town
Rob the cash register at my in-store
I know Muslims that rather piss on
The Koran in front of Farrakhan
Then try to fuck with me when
I get my battle on

This is mic mastery
I massacre men automatically
Rapidly bringin' tragedy that
Shatter Grey's Anatomy
Rhymin' like it's '89
I'm slashin' through your cavalry
With Lou and Apathy
I got the Demigodz in back of me
So cross me
You'll get stabbed like Jesus's wrists
Cease and desist
Even sober cats be pleadin' the 5th
Y'all bitches know who it is
I'm back from the dead
Your facts be off base
Like recoverin' crack heads
The heat speaker with Celph
Titled the beat freaker
My fleets eager to fire Silver
Bullets like Bob Sieger
To all God seekers, it's the end of the road
My sentence is gold
The venom in my pen'll explode
Penance is old
I'll rhyme 'til I'm sick and disgusted
You'll go out with a bang like
A chick in a snuff flick
I flow with the slang, Esoteric commands shit
Responsible for more head bus'in'
Then public transit

You ever had a nightmare? Yea you
Were at an open mic where
Your friends and family were watchin'
Through the bright lights glare
And I dared you to flow but
You woke up screamin' in pain
And quite scared
Only to find me standin' right there
A demon over your head, leanin' over your bed
To lead you closer to death
While you dreamin' you overslept
I leisurely stole your breath like
That kitten in Cat's Eye i'm that sly
The Klan will start wishin'
They're black guys
Tell your girl she should be
Slimmer her fat thighs
I slipped a disc in my back
When was hittin' it last night
And last I checked
The main theme of livin' the rap life
Is to snatch mics like I don't have mine yet
I want 1 for my hand, 2 Live on the stage
3 in the lab, 4 is a surplus
And 5 on the page i want my face on the TV
In every home in the country
'Til Mom's so sick of seeing me
She don't even want me

You wanna battle for money
Well I can spit it acapella
And probably make you drop
A mil-li-on like Rocafella
'Cause tryin' to take the mic away
From Ap when I'm spittin'
Is like Mya tryin' to wrestle Missy
For a piece of chicken
My verses reverse Earth spinnin' on it's axis
'Til wack rap acts wax
Starts spinin' backwards
Iam-the-illest rap-cat-out
Now play the record forward and
Try to figure it out
Yo, I snatch profit's and chips
Until my pocket rips
While y'all race through space
In fake rocket ships
If I stay on my computer then
I'll start up the apocalypse
Simulating' nuclear war like
Matthew Broderick's
Ap used to be known for complex rap
Now I diss chicken heads like I'm Project Pat
Ladies I hypnotize 'til they let
Me lick their thighs
You can see those little heart
Shapes in your bitches eyes
I'm Don Juan, Es Caliente, Rico Suave
The Lone Ranger
Y'all are like Tonto kimosabe
Tryin' to diss the champs but
You missed your chance
You got so shook on stage
That you pissed your pants
My hand grips 'til my fists get pistol cramps
You couldn't relax if your raps
Were mystic chants like
(Ooommm) Tryin' to meditate or levitate
But make sure you standin' 50
Feet back to detonate