Demigodz, Planetary - The Gospel According To... lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen brothers
And sisters people
All around the world you're now
In the presence of greatness 'Cause
You're now rockin' with the
Demigodz i be your host tonight i
Go by the name of
Blacastan and we gon' listen to
The gospel oh yeah, the gospel according to
Celph motherfuckin' Titled

The microphone mutilator with
Bazookas and grenades in excess and surplus
How effortless words come
Y'all played out like Charlie Sheen
T-shirts and coffee mugs
I'm lookin' for Ben Frank so
Somebody best cough him up
Or I'mma lunch and murder
Cookin' ribs on bunsen burners
Lucky I ain't Kentucky Fried
So motherfuck the Colonel
Barrel to your sternum
Cylinder to your medulla
Canister to your keister
For five stacks I'm willin' to shoot ya
Hit me out of fear and the silhouette appears
The drum magazines that resemble
Mickey Mouse ears
Get slapped in the face by the book of God
And tag you on Facebook as
A faggot tryna look hard
All you see is the Sig
You ain't seein' the kid
I'll rob a bank with earrings and a Madea wig
Flee to the crib, put the dope in the pot
My gun like my bathroom sink
Keep the Scope on the top

You see? You see? Many have come
And many have tried for glory
But none have achieved it except the chosen
And that's the Demigodz you got slaves
And martyrs and then you got the
Pharaohs the gospel according to Planetary

Back when they had Rollie Massimino
I pollied passin' C notes
Rockin' Michael Jack and Tito
Psychopathic evil with a rifle and a needle
And started hatin' people
I don't trust niggas neither
So believe us when we say
The heater's tucked away
Tomorrow, that's tomorrow
I don't give a fuck today
I don't wanna fuck with Dre
I'd rather run with my alliance
If Dre want a verse the
Motherfucker gotta buy it
I'm better than whoever
Put your money where your mouth at
Write the type of panic that could
Push the whole crowd back
Loud clap, bounce back, I announce that
Man and Demigodz, count that
Pharaoh niggas out back 20 deep, plenty heat
Not too many beef them niggas know how it go
When the Henny creep
There's plenty seats you can
Sit through the horror
Verbal murderer from the criminal authors

I'm the sickest author, slicker talker
Raid your liquor locker
Lick a shot for all the shitty
Authors I turn into chicken fodder
Prime and proper
Bitches grip the cock and it's a shocker
'Cause it's bigger than Chewbacca
Mount Olympus, it's a monster fam
No atoms, I go at 'em, I can conquer land
Stomp your man
Have him Mario Batali on the lamb
I can contraband without
Protesting 80s arcade
Games that made these grenades bang
Fuck your lame gang
I got 11 Pit's in Hicksville
Five will cuddle, six kill
I'mma Six Million Dollar Man
I got a sick skill so sit still
I know it's tough for you
I'm number one you're number two
Yet I'm still the shit
So what you got a gun or two?
You wouldn't use 'em if a
Criminal kicked in your door
Raping your wife on the kitchen floor
Like "Bitch give me more"
Plus your little diss is Swiss
You got no interest in war
You don't click a 44, you say
"click on my store" haha

I just don't want you to go out and
Commit murder! Please we'll go
Some place else
Some place where it doesn't have
To be like this oh really? Tell me
Where is that place? Where is
It? In what remote corner of this country
No the entire goddamn planet? Now you tell me
Where such a place is and I promise
You that I'll never hurt
Another human being as
Long as I live just one place!

Them subliminal rhymes can earn you
A little casket nap
Put your life on the line I bet I answer that
A broke nigga who rap
I'm flippin' birds on a block
You joke nigga
You the type to spit a verse to a cop
You a dead man walkin'
Similar to the Crypt-Keeper
Got niggas worked up for nothin'
Like a dick teaser
Who got you fooled with that high octane?
Now I'm on some bullshit like Luol Deng
My speech is precise so weapons
That is lethal are mics
A rebel will make the Devil say
"I need Christ in my life" you a pretender
Cross that line, fuck tryin' to injure
Man I end ya you a fag showin' your gender
It's funny how cats act goon
Believin' they rap tunes
But they speakin' 'til they
Leakin' from stab wounds

Now consider yourself blessed
Motherfuckers bass drop!