Celph Titled - Warlords lyrics

[Celph Titled] Yeah, Celph Titled The motherf**ing doctor of destruction Back with the Eso-Ptero-Smack-Y'all It does what it does cos we do what we do, let's go [Verse 1: Celph Titled] Finesser, keep a TEC-9 in my dresser Lyrical professor, keep you under pressure Mind like a thousand computers, you better re-route your maneuvers Cause my soldier recruiters murder producers Who'll blast holes through your promo-poster With black bazookas We not playin' dice, but we some certified crap shooters Rap barracudas, k**a better pa** the Buddha We put a stop to your weight watching - yet you're still a fat loser It's disappointing, but I got bigger fish to fry Super-size a Great White - that's the type of fish I fry You didn't listen guy? I done told you Got you stuck off the realness and that's what dunn told you (Can you stop rhyming the same phrases?) No - My brain's been misplaced in a vacant space basement that the cavemen made I drank some razor blades right before I ate grenades Then I swam with crocodiles in a pool of Gatorade And this just might be, Murder-d**h-k** part 3 But since then me and ES grew sharp shark teeth Carve apart our beefs into aardvark meat A Steak Tartar treat in a charred car seat [Hook: Esoteric with Vinnie Paz] You can get it however you want it, little crumb I can leave the microphone bloody, crippled drums I'mma f**ing warlord, blood-stained floors I'm the opposite of pure - d**, pain, war [Verse 2: Trademarc] You want the god of war? Man I'ma connoisseur A piece of love in my life is more foreign than your corner store Lump you, dump you, straight to the water's floor Pump you, slash you, knife you Mask and glove, midnight you Or just out-write you Cause I ain't like you, you're just a f*g Your double-time raps? Just twice as bad than anything you ever had sh** talk and you're zip locked Bagging you up, and I don't mean Glad Stacking you up and I don't hear your mans laughing it up no more Running his mouth, or backing it up no more Leaving battle fields scattered with shields Shatter bodies and tattered rags Smoking guns in my saddle bag Cracking tags and the badge off of those that remain So I remember the names Of those slain - on this rugged terrain, f**er! [Hook] [Verse 3: Karma] Ayo I rhyme like Forest Whitaker acts I rhyme like we under attack I rhyme like Rakim is sitting on my back Critiquing every rhyme, he's weakening my spine but strengthens every line To the dismantling of a great mind Can Chris Hansen save our kids on Dateline? I'm drinking rich wine with a bit of strychnine Knowing in my mind I'm never gonna see my prime I'm getting mine's, by, any, means, necessary Calmer than my adversaries Is it imaginary or just as scary That oils worth more than blood on my capillaries? I'm not playin kid, I'll never take a (loss) In this cold world, I just chill with frost I'm hardcore, much more than a beast who creeps across floorboards On all fours - The Art of Warlord [Hook] [Verse 4: Esoteric] Ayo we 'fraid of nothing You ain't built for this, you a plush toy - you made of stuffing You ain't k** for this, you a slug boy, I'm hater snuffing I'ma soldier raised on pain and suffering You a p**y that be softer than a plate of muffins I'm the type to transform a sandstorm into man form like Flint Marko A premonition like the jet engine in Donnie Darko These DJs have been in vinyl Now they frontin' with disc breaks like Monte Carlos My sound wave will ravage and rumble Watch you rappers just stumble over your words, you actually tumble I'm back in a bundle, I came first like the Gobots My sight k** you lost boys, eat maggots like mic k**s Street magic, I write ill You sleep past the Nyquil I smash thugs with frosty mugs, there's your ice grill Your rhyme book accounts for more white trash than Nascar While I'ma party animal, I rep to the last bar "At least we know this much Perry (Eso) will stop at nothing in his pursuit to rule Therefore, he must be stopped" "He's a very clever arch criminal who must be put away" "I have escaped from Arkam Asylum and revenge will be sweet" "Oooo that is bad news, Commissioner" ---] Batman