Open Mic - The Godz Must Be Crazy lyrics

[Verse 1: Celph Titled] Straight out the red depths of Hell bringin' them plagues and diseases I walk on water with my own two feet n***a, fu*k JESUS! Celph Titled's a God with many followers Who's sick enough to choke a pitbull with his own dog collar I rep the NYC, f** b**hes and sip Remy Pack more toast than Denny's and conduct symphonies You f**in' with me, you won't live to see tomorrow, f*ggot! I keep it gangsta, storin' bodies in a dusty attic You can't talk 'cause of the duct tape you f** face The Demigodz from Chrome Depot blazin' with .38's My clique is famous for the way we spit and rock flows Leave the spot blown and send b**h-n***as to casa carajo [Verse 2: One Two] Beware! Emcees out there, drop ya mics Your talkin' might result in the loss of life And also might, known to crush blocks of ice The spot it bright, 'til the point you lost ya sight Cause I'm startin fights, like that bully in cla** Sayin, "When the bell rings b**h, I'm kickin your a**!!" I spit at stage shows where herbs and weirdos Screamin "Oh No" like Nate, Mos Def, and Pharoahe It's a rare flow, put your cameras on zoom Cause it's tight like all the Klumps crammed in a small room [Verse 3: L-Fudge] Fudge is the sh**, been busy puttin' cups to my lips Gettin' it outta me, gave the weed a couple of hits Mary Jane lately, grew some succulent tits But everybody's hittin' it, ended up dumpin that b**h Mastered the art of reverse physiology Gimme a minute with a chick and she'll exchange a s** for a lick Broke n***a - give bartenders a buck for a tip Take a sip and give it back say, "spruce it up a tidbit" [Verse 4: Spin 4th] Who in the f**?! Rappers hidin' under they trucks Jumpin' through windows, actin like lightning just struck Holdin' the do', cuttin' they 'fros, wearin disguises Exercising, puttin' on weight, increasing sizes Packin' they tools and rollin' in schools learnin' dialect Ebonics, that ain't workin' no more, we need some bias sh** Yaggfu, Demigodz alliance We colossal like Paul Bunyan and Jolly Green Giant [Verse 5: Metropolis] Yo I'm that fly gringo that chicks love to deep throat With tracks so hot, you'll pa** out from heat strokes I beat foes on both west and east coasts The freak hoes are rhymin' on Luke's Peep Show I'll crush ya ego, embarra** you in ya home town So forget the fame, you won't wanna be known now I throw down with you half-a** rappers And stuff your garbage rhymes inside trash compactors [Verse 6: Louis Logic] I'm a Demigod, what'd you expect? From a man Who met Mother Nature, looked under her dress and wasn't impressed The same stupid son of a b**h who doesn't respect The Angel of d**h's request when he comes to collect Run in and eject my ca**ette - it's a slight chance You might see, demons escaping from in the deck, and now they like... "Sweet Jesus, please see us through this I ain't tryna die over a beef with Lewis!" But when I increase the rudeness of my evil music It leaves the stupid, people skewered and leaks ya fluids Into the streets and sewers, if by chance God sees me do it Should shoot a big hole down to Hell and lead me to it [Verse 7: Open Mic] My microphone of omens dismantles opponents components In moments leaving you and your cipher with my condolence When I'm heated to max, you'll be sufferin' from repeated attacks Defeated you cats with fatter tracks, f*ggots collapse When they be hearin' collabs over the wax Like subway rats we walk on underground tracks I've come to an overstandin' that you lack in what I'm excellin' in Professional at propellin' adrenaline In fact, Open Mic attacks in stereo sound Pull out my dick and I'll piss all on your burial ground You better not clown or ever try to f** with my committee Cause the Demigodz are comin' like a storm to your city [Verse 8: Rise] Yo we could go to war right now, go call ya brethren Man the fight's on, I'll see you in Hell - from Heaven Reppin everything I write tight, said it for a long time I'm great in my eyes, I'm a legend in my own mind Applause after your set? That wasn't respect The crowd ain't happy you wreck, they happy you left They mad upset, pissed that they came for you rhymin They barely survived your set, families huggin and cryin Don't come back, the rap competition's gettin hurt up Beat within an inch of ya life, and then an inch further Been heard of, this crew takin over this art Ahead of you in sk**, flow, and popularity charts [Verse 9: Motive] Mo'; known to flip plus the sk** be sick The type of cat that show his dick before he spit I'll rush ya crew, but n***a f** the rules With trust ya lose, anything I touch I bruise Now with Demigodz, I battle with any squad I spit plenty bars, plus ball like Penny Har' So if you thinkin of stick this man for the dividends Catch a quick two bullet blaze in ya abdomen [Verse 10: Esoteric] Yo, lemme show these cats what rockin a mic's about I'll put ya life in doubt like the biker scout, wipin' out You're a b**h, the reason why your strikin out's Cause, girls who get with you think they're dykin out You backpackers home typin out, a verse for ya title bout While I'm in a Lambroghini with James Gandolfini Rappers try to be me but they can't get my look down My Bumpy Knuckles leave this industry shook down When I rhyme, I'm so ahead of my time That if we battled at 10, get there by 20 at 9 I'm as heavy as Spawn, Esoteric savage B I'll spit bars at rappers like a chocolate factory [Vese 11: Jabber Jaw] Yo whatchu known for? k**in rappers off like a famine The Last Standing, like Bruce Lee's daughter Shannon It took some time plannin but I'm finally here Just droppin knowledge on ya brain, and puttin flavor in ya ear At the start of my career, people said they wasn't feelin me But now everybody think's I'm Keith Murray's 'Mini-Me' A critically acclaimed harsh heartbreaker Got into a slug fest and broke out the salt shaker [Verse 12: Apathy] Can't you see my mental is creating verbal force fields? Elevating spiritual, my physical is more real Reality is 99% perception mostly Mag-NIFICENT, my MISSILES SENT Heat-seeking bombs DETONATING, I'm invading-VADING The space station, face me, A-P A-T H-E-T-I-C (I-C) Now that the light has come to meeee!! I'mmmmm, the tornado, natural disaster, lacerating rappers Known as Apathetic magnetic power attracting ma**es Masked with gastric acids, turning ya flesh to ashes 2002 Demigodz'll crush you wack a**es!