Esoteric - Public Execution lyrics

[Verse 1 - Celph Titled] I'm an accident just waitin' to happen Plus I'm an insane muthaf**a with a hunger pain To be the first blastin And my gun's a Gatling, forcin' crews to break up And stickin' up rappers when they walkin' outta Jacobs I'm on the block with my dogs, walkin you cats To the depths of Hell, I could have you offed in a snap Lookin awkward at ya rear view See my scope peer though? And hope ya still here to, see your career through Shoulda seen the bullets racin' in Now homicide don't know where the shell casings went Even the finest forensic scientist can't f** with me Gettin super ugly with a Ruger right in front of me Aimin' it at ya mothers tummy You claim ya carryin' heat? please... Go finance ya hooptie and you'll find that... That's the only time you RE-lease Cuz you ain't never bust a gat, b**h you're bout as ill as a cure Get my finger near a trigger, I'mma spill it for sure Fire repetitive shots, leave you beheaded for not... Respectin' Celph Titled, is you stupid or not? I came thru wildin' on a murder all mission And left you f**in' dead, like a perverted mortician [Scratch Hook] "Hit y'all [Verse 2 - Esoteric] Cats I've a**aulted, call me the high exhaulted Esoterrorist, their cleverest nemesis I'll forever diss these cats, it's effortless Sever their wrist, with this disc on the premises Muthaf**as Journalists said there's none better You weak creeps read it and weep like love letters I bring malice We smash ya palace Weave past cats like Steve Nash in Dallas I did ya man a favor by writin' his words When he didn't have the money that my writin' is worth When you f** with Esoteric, you go right in a hearse When you mention dope cats, Seamus Ryan is first Cuz I keep spittin' heat, till I'm dyin' of thirst While you try rehearse, you better tighten your verse Demigodz... labels try to sign us at birth Just knowin' we could be the finest rhymers on Earth [Verse 3 - Apathy] I'll rip a whole in the ozone And leave you s**as spinnin' in space I'll spit in ya face To show you how a cli*oris taste At this pace, you b**hes'll never finish the race I'll play the sh** from your tapes and make you admit it's a waste You're always after the cash and after the a** But you'll only be ashes and gas after the blast It doesn't matter if ya made of matter or ma** I'm releasin raps so powerful they're shatterin' gla** Put a rapper in a cast from his neck to his toes Dissectin' my foes... peel away the flesh from the bone Testin' ya dome, to see if it can take the pressure from blows That are thrown like small stones in a cyclone I'm terrible, beatin you f*ggots And tearin the beat into fragments Then eatin rappers... Like Tarrantulas feedin' habbits You drop lines, that you f** hot dimes But ya co*k size will make her eyes roll counter clockwise I'll crush rhymes with a singular line If you can't take the weight, it'll injure ya spine I'm not ill like walkin in the projects with a nine I'm ill like movin' solid objects with the mind I was designed by a scientific staff That studied metaphysics and math Tryna' develop the perfect paragraph I'm spittin raps that'll make ya mother laugh Then travel over water and land, like a hover craft I raise my staff like Moses And open up the oceans Till transparent walls of waves are exposin'... Whales in motion, floatin'... While deadly tiger sharks are approachin' Ready to rip 'em open