Apathy - Heat Speakers lyrics

[Celph Titled] 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 Shower their names from Hell's breath, with speech made of fire Be those who shall strike their wrath [Verse 1:Celph Titled] Motherf**ers better shut they mouth when the Godz spit rapid fire wisdom Guns and grenades, my brigade consists of k**in' henchmen There ain't a n***a that's liver I'm a Gun & Ammo subscriber That's quick to burn numerous holes through your Averex fibers I'm on some rob sh**, Cuban mafia conglomerates Tommy nozzle spittin' hollows tips, lauchin' like rocket ships I got Glocks and clips and they're damn near ready to chase you A bullet with your name on it, eager to k** 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 crews f*g I saw 'em on the corner, rockin' rainbow colored doo 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 n***a my Glock is holy We fry your a** 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?" n***as think I'm a vampire I ain't seen the sun since it was set on fire I'm the f**in' second comin' of Messiah My promo manager didn't know what he was in for Come to your town, rob the cash register at my in-store I know m**ms that would rather piss on the Koran in front of Farrakan Then try to f** with me when I get my battle on [Verse 2:Esoteric] This is mic mastery I ma**acre men automatically Rapidly bringin' tragedy to shatter Gray's Anatomy Rhymin' like it's '89 I'm slashin' through your cavalry With or without Apathy, I got the Demigodz in back of me So cross me You're get stabbed like Jesus's wrists Cease and desist Even sober cats be pleadin' the 5th You b**hes know who it is I'm back from the dead Your facts be off base like recovery crack heads The heat speaker With Celph Titled the beat freaker My [freak ??] defy Silver Bullets like Bob Seger To all God seekers It's the end of the road My sentence is gold The venom in my pen will explode Penance is old I'll rhyme till 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 sh** Responsible for more head bustin'/bussin' then public transit [Verse 3:Louis Logic] Have you ever had a nightmare? And you were at an open mic where Your friends and family were watchin' through the bright lights glare And I dare 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 d**h while you're 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 then fat thighs I slipped a disc in my back while I 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 man 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 Till mom's so sick of seeing me she don't even want me [Verse 4:Apathy] You wanna battle for money Well, I can spit it accapella And probably make you drop Amil/a million like Rocafella Cause tryin' to take away a mic 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 Till wack rap acts wax stars spin it backwards I-am-the-illest-rap-cat-out Now play the record forward and try to figure it out Yo, I'll snatch profits and chips until my pocket rips While y'all race in space in fake rocket ships If I stay on my computer then I'll start up the apocalypse Simulating a nuclear war like Matthew Broderick Ap Used to be known for complex rap Now I diss chicken heads like I'm Project Pat Ladies I hypnotize till they let me lick their thighs You can see those little heart shapes in those b**hes eyes I'm Don Juan, Es Caliente, Rico Suave The Lone Ranger Y'all are like Tonto, Kimosabe Tryin' to diss the champ but you missed your chance You got so shook on stage that you pissed your pants My hand grips till my fists gets pistol cramps You couldn't relax if your raps were mystic chants Like "Oooommmm" Tryin' to meditate or levitate But make sure you standin' 50 feet back to detonate