Apathy - Devastating MC's lyrics

[Intro/Verse 1: Esoteric] Yo, yo, it's the E.S Brought a couple cats with me sh**'s about to get sticky Yo, yo I used to think drinking was a real disgrace Now I drink till' I can't feel my face Drink till' I can't feel the ba** up in Magic Mike's truck Till' I'm like "what?" with my eyes shut See me in the S-Cla** with the fly s*ut While I see your a** with the messenger bag lockin' your bike up I strike up a conversation with the h**ne Then shoot myself in the foot like using h**n f**in' with the three of us, you can never win Cause that was back then, now I stack yens Date Asian chicks only to attract dem' Cause every white chick I date likes my black friends When I'm 65 I might have a black benz Bark with the monocle, with the black lens Buy mad art and take part in wack trends In my midlife crisis with cash to spend [Hook] Cats don't even want it with my crew Don't want this to escalate to somethin' deadly Because there's just no one f**ing with these devastating mc's (We devastating) And since you don't seem to understand You can ask your man He can tell you all about the mics that we rip When we're living as these devastating mc's (We devastating) [Verse Two - Celph Titled] I spark fights with the mic and leave the pops screaming shambles f** your mother doggystyle while I be grippin' on her love handles I use a sample and make it unrecognizable My squad should fire you with a Mac-11 ignitable Piss on a bible while you pray to your god I do a torn shalathon, get infinite head nods My insignia resembles that of rocket's being launched Record the sound of your head exploding and put it in a song Dead you on the remix, making beats in the graveyard We off the hook, the mat, the meat rack, and the f**in' radar Stuck up hoes, how many times I gotta tell you right I'd rather f** a fat b**h with big titties and cellulite n***as are shook coming at me trying to act hard When I know you watch Star Trek in a Captain Picard leotard Numb you quick, smash your head into a jukebox Which in effect will put you in a studio with Big and Pac I'm no joke like Arsenio Hall's stand-up In a title bout I'd still knock you out even in handcuffs This is the lingo for the next level n***as Who put hand grenades in teddy bears and give ‘em out at Christmas With precise accuracy destroy anatomies I'm the n***a that gave that motherf**in' apple to Adam and Eve Y'all ain't ready for the return of the hard sh** Esoteric, Apathy, and Celph Titled with the rawness [Hook] [Verse Three - Apathy] Now that the gods are older, we roll with whole squads of soldiers And an entourage of broads to ma**age our shoulders I only keep hoes to fold clothes and laundry Feed me and fan me with leaves from a palm tree Sitting on the throne like I'm Caesar from Rome They put my joints in their whips ‘til their speakers are blown When I speak, better let it seep deep in your dome I'm like God, turnin' blasphemous people to stone Since the first chromosomes were created in sea foam I drag my human bones to a plush beach home When the serpent tried to trick me into copping his fruit I slipped that sh** in Eve's drink and started knockin' her boots I'm like God, f** mother Earth, started breakin' atoms Sexually your weak, you're freaks fakin' orgasms I'm electromagnetically charged A bolt of lightning explodes through the tip of my Bic pen when I'm writing The fire-starter, my esophagus burns your phosphorous Soft carca**, and causes your sarcophagus to burst in flames Thugs gotta reverse their range Cause when my verse is in range, the words hurt their brains Experts convertin' verses into virtual shots You feel the force like paratroopers in vertical drops The Demigodz like a firing squad, with tech's shootin' With three clips to remix this public execution [Hook]