[Intro: scratching]
*And this is the way*
*We rock that*
[Verse 1: Esoteric]
Abandon ship, Esoteric's at the landing strip
Plan to rip your clan to bits
You standing stiff like you inanimate
The jam I spit
an*lysts, 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 sh**
While your crib is candle lit
But still the candidate
Quick to dismantle your man*script
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 d**h)
So s**er 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
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
Celph Titled's on some real insane sick sh**
Cut the president's face off
And rob a motherf**ing bank with it
I sleep with a machete motherf**er 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 f**ed up sh** to say
When I question you, I won't speak proper I'll ask/axe you
f** 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 a**
Send in recruits 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 its 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
[Hook: scratching]
*And this is the way*
[Verse 2: Lord Digga]
Call me Dick-Scott Heron, or h**ne
The dope crew veteran
Y'all think that you're better than
Y'all n***as 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 n***as can't scan me
Rap with no legs, so n***as can't stand me
I got more tools than Stanley
Your Peppermint Patty flows
Nothing but candy
Y'all sweet and weak
And your f**ing up my teeth, cause you're all I eat
Reverend Run with guns, but I don't preach
Bust techs get wet like, s** on a beach
Call me a robbing leech/Robin Leach
I want blood money
I smoke MCs like the gummies, y'all ain't gully
My n***a Apathy running up in your baby's mothers
I'm f**ing 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
[Verse 4: Apathy]
I got a metal magnum like I'm Megatron
Metamorph to a weapon, whipping b**hes 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 ma**
To clash with crews
I blast fast and smash f*gs 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 biscuits 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 f** you up spiritually, mentally and physically
Father please forgive wack MCs tryna rap with me