Jus Allah - Raps of the Titans lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Strange] Yo Punish the game, I grabbed the mic and shut your label down f** all the fame, I trash your life then come and take the crown Sean might dock, I make your who*e like co*k Because before me, shorty was a poor dyke twat Im not the type to like to keep the sh** fair when I'm fightin' If i don't have a weapon then prepare for the bitin' Im lighting your crib up like a holiday decoration We sick f**s thank god for my medication I bomb on your reservation, Osama is in my basement The problems your probly facing, the obstacles I'm creating Illogical observation make your dream empty I'll leave your style cramped like PMD [Verse 2: PMD] Aiyo I destroy tracks with real MC's sk**s and tacs PMD, Parish Making Dollars, so get the Prozac Dom radio rap, cold plays from the shotgun Lettin' the hands go, airin' it out, the P's hot son Doing shows on rooftops with Nas and Rakim P's on this indie hustle who can stop him Nothing, so what you saying? This is rap of the titans, still poppin' off, still producin', still writin' Using the slack…(?)….that's no cypher Its the grim reaper reaping, time to pay the piper And if you still into P kid, then spark your lighter Im on fire, PMD rocking gods attire [Verse 3: Prevail] From the stronghold of the BAX WARS, elite service brigade A formidable performer with abnormal feats of strength To great lengths, he trained Hot suns and cold rains Young age taught how to crack axe through foes brains Throw spears at long distance, control the chariots reigns Finally if combatted attitude is hand to hand Understands the one who wins will still be standin' in the sand Fills competitors with lead as blood splatters on the fans [Verse 4: Mad Child] Okay, Peter Parker, Norrin Radd Silver Surfer, Spider Man We can light a room up brighter than a million lighters can Ain't nobody tighter than this titan I'm a fighter man Quick, Vitals fans got too excited taking vitamins Iron man on acid Tyranny fantastic Im a ball of fire, I'm for hire if your askin' Calling me a liar, put that ba*tard in a trash can Im a fan of P and never laughing wearing Afghan [Verse 5: Jus Allah] Im cutting my appetite Just till fright night The blood filled me up with white light Gotta strike right when the donor is just right Should of got the name of the owner and blood type Maybe I should go back and roam the abduct site Lookin' for a lady with the path to love bite Gotta use a whole lot of Dove and plus white Hopefully I don't smell of blood and bloodlight [Verse 6: Impakt] This the entourage, a revolution of rhyme Turn that garbage music off, its pollutin' your mind Wake up, we some Reel Wolves amongst a bunch of cloned sheep They wanna bring you down I'm staying up like no sleep I want it all, f** getting a portion I k**ed the f**ing instrumental Gave the beat an abortion Im a titan up right here exciting your life when I'm writin' Ignitin' the mic, I'm fightin' like Tyson strickin' like lightning Impakt, got the strength and i hold the force To keep deliverin' the …(?)… with no remorse Ill take your son, highway to hell yeah I'm trafficking Somebody let me out my cage, I'm a savage beast [Verse 7: ODoub] Don't be a retard I was k**ing it when the beat start Youll see stars, got fans screaming like teens at them parks Spitting mean bars, every line i come to life My musics beautiful You make bu*ter faces with underbites And you the s**a type, homie time to take off I break jaws, tackling f*ggot rappers off skateboards And f** you whack dudes Im bout to puff a fat deuce Then cover my body full of illuminati tattoos [Bridge: Sean Strange] x2 Yo get the f** back, we run rap (Reach in to the toolbox) Cause every one whack, we on maps (Spawned in the Goondox) Die fighting, flesh cracker to lightning Knife in the back from the raps of the titans [Verse 8: Klee Magor] Swing the battle-axe, unleash my Hit Squad The cliques hard, like a pack of Reel Wolf savages in the yard You step on land mines, your man dies Body blown apart Napoleon Bonopart, ….(?) Fighting like David and Goliath Try and face a messiah The fire is higher Never put my faith in …(?) The mind of a writer, the heart of a lion Apart of a dyin', divine breed More to me before I stab your arteries With raps of the titans Strengthened with lines that I'm writin' Hear the blast of the siren …(?)…trapped with the iron Im fighting like on my own verse is an Aztec I blast tech, slash necks Smash you in the face with a bra** knuck [Verse 9: Virtuoso] Yo, Yo Its the spas metropolis With the sky's black apocalypse Your fascist politics of oppression make digestion impossible Need acidophilus Either that or a lot of clips You weak f*ggots soft as sh** Get left in a necropolis Colossal, the Raps of the Titans Im faster than lightning Like a vampire bat I will siphon crimson plasma from your cadaver Through chrome capture this, brimstone vernacular Virtuoso master of the microphone masters [Verse 10: Meth Mouth] Its the meth eugenic lieutenant Anti-federal veteran Since 9/11 I've been hidin' and plottin' my regiment I can't afford not to be independent A definite detention for these rappers is evident I ain't let 'em out, the torcher chamber I am a force of nature The foulest to record a banger Since they put cameras in the court of Bodega This ain't Shawshank Redemption, but I'm sure to shank you You ain't sure to wake up, you swaying thought you'd destroy your maker [Verse 11: Shallow Pockets of Psych Ward] On that medieval sh** If you walking on needle tips Shallow Pockets talk illegal, rob your leadership Up to me to make your heart pump beat skip Plus this speak will … (?) bleed trip Cut deeper than a cleaver with a clean tip Blow a hole through your people like a clean inch Reel Wolf, my squad team flicks Snowgoons, Goondox, thats the streets best [Verse 12: J Nyce of Psych Ward] J Nyce turn the stage to the colosseum Yeah, burn a flag for the non-believers Whats swag, y'all f*gs, whats the meaning? Cut bad, y'all mad, y'all screaming f** rap, stop that y'all dreaming My young bucks got you rug rats fleeting Reel Wolf, show their teeth and you bleedin' Psych Ward thats the team of the season [Verse 13: Jaysaun] Now I don't know nothing but Karate or Kung Fu But I've been here before the Art of War without Sun Tzu So I just let the bullets take flight like a javelin, travellin' I don't deal with the back and forth babblin' of battlin' Nah, beefs unravellin' Blood starts spatterin' So turn the lights on watch the roaches are scatterin' Choke …(?)... your poked in the abdomen Thats pure savagery, grabbin' men, stabbin' them Apocalypto, rockin' a sling Or bong hits with a skitzo while your knockin' the king When they say Jaysaun, ain't nothin you can say to the God But when you see me, the deity, just pray to the God[Prevail]