Reef The Lost Cauze - Conjure The Legions lyrics

[Verse 1: Esoteric] In '95 this rap style was impressive By 2005 most rappers lost the message 2014, rappers wearing dresses sh** is tough to look at like airplane wreckage Check it I'ma waste you, the chemicals will lace you My rep keeps growing like Emma Stone's face do You recently decent, I've been a beast every season My pen and speech is the reason I'm pulling wenches with ease And I'll take that Benz that you're leasing And put a dent and a crease In the driver side, leave you leaking A homicide, call a deacon I'll have you wheezing in deep Breathing, the beat I'm just meat Cleaving, I'm coming to meet Steven King, I'm a demon ayo [Verse 2: Planetary] Keep me out of reach of your children's ears This the surgeon general warning You rap moguls I'm the sh** to hear Crystal clear, missiles tear through the fiscal year Bombs over Baghdad, official pistol issued fear Fear not, the air is hot, your atmosphere popped Every bar souvenir, n***a, keep your ears locked Dog, you must got me chopped Everything about me rugged Low rugby ruckus, my middle name and I'm soul crushing (It's nothing) Wiping the dust off the Paper Mate I'll leave a paper trail for my n***as like it's The Great Escape Save the date, the birthday of the Bathing Ape No holds barred, bar none, I'ma raise the stakes [Verse 3: Apathy] I was raised by a pack of werewolves in the woods Grew up studying Mobb Deep, 'Give Up The Goods' Now I'm walking down the block, half human half monster Stronger, full moon's rise I go bonkers I'm popular in Hell like The Lox in Yonkers Glocks and bombers, box full of rocket launchers Optic lasers, 2Pac tapes and box cutters I ain't playing with none of you co*ks**ers Make who*es stop at the store first to cop rubbers Got lawyers on retainer if one of these cops touch us I ain't feeling what they did to Kelly Thomas Keep guns on us so they'll never beat me unconscious, listen [Verse 4: Vinnie Paz] Listen up motherf**er, I'm sick and tired of playing with y'all My gun told me I'm a s**er for aiming at y'all I am from a different cloth, no relation to y'all And when it come to me and you, it's no patience involved The Luciferian conspiracy of Forward Pa** Allah seeking while y'all are speaking the balderdash Cipher protocol, indecipherable ocean mask The Code of Baphomet, I will worship the goat and laugh Follow what you have found, I will lead you to us Every single record sold is a beacon to us He a greaseball but he like a Rican to us It's like a carnivore eating a vegan to us [Verse 5: Crypt The Warchild] You can't tame a villain that's trained for the k**ing Insane in the brain off of the pain that he's feeling I don't tear it down, I cave and break through the ceiling I don't spare these clowns I continue to drill 'em I bury them alive to stop the p**y from squealing Your music's all fool's gold, that's not for appealing Listen, I don't rhyme without a reason Money makes me metamorphosize to a demon b**hes lined up screaming murder for the semen Two for every one, so I had to bring the team in AOTP, n***as best to pledge allegiance So cats are universal with your head right to the cement [Verse 6: Celph Titled] Look behind door number one, and it might be a rifle How dare you think you could read the psyche of a psycho I got a demon as a house pet Arsenal equipped with alien technology (what?) that ain't out yet My CD ain't biodegradable So they gon' find it centuries ahead but won't have nothing that can play it though (whatever) Oh the irony, your flesh needs ironing We buried you in a mountain cape but that was just a minor thing They say you can hear the beach inside a seashell But all I hear is "murder" when I load the pump with these shells Competition might be good but they ain't half as nice I set the bar so high it interfere with space satellites [Verse 7: Reef The Lost Cauze] Your sh** is trash homie, please don't hype it Whatever we spit, these dweebs gon' bite it Your girl f**ed all of us, please don't wife it These rappers is selling lies but we don't buy it I live off of three words: release and fire Y'all described in three words: weak and tired When I go to war, I don't mean I beat this guy up I mean I went in his mouth removed his teeth with pliers I mean...he no longer sleeps at night cause I pulled him out his car and made him eat the tires This is Hell on Earth, may you all sleep in fire You'll be the dopest alive the day Reef retires [Verse 8: King Syze] They know my rhyming scheme is a pattern of dying dreams I'm glad it's over, a disease to a dying breed A pitbull lion who screams, who's surrounded by bees A pack of wolves, your career will be over with ease "n***a please" is a new motto I live by On records I'm still fly, y'all rappers will still die We all monstrous, Godzilla spitter honors Spit on the ground, pollute the soil man and k** the farmers Y'all all goners I'm still rocking that dope sh** Y'all progress is hopeless, I'm a product of dopeness I learned from the best, can't you smell the uniqueness? Animal instinct, I can smell your f**ing weakness [Verse 9: Lawrence Arnell] The enforcer, change your whole life course The mic cords be recharging my life force The nice bul from north, I get the point across You on our balls, I ain't even on the forth bar I pack a powerful punch, I make a horse fall Your shorty wetting her drawers, I make a house call You get your mouth off, I'm not even here for y'all I'm here for reasons that have clearly been stated before The greatest of all, equated to the falling gods The homie never been accused of ever falling off Supported by the most offensive rappers breathing air You wanna keep it fair, get your f**ing people here