Revaporate (Instrumental)

歌詞

(Intro: Majik Most) Yeah, yo the evaporate remix You got to love it My man Dutchmassive Me, Majik Most and Celph Titled We had to come back and evaporate your face With the remix (Verse 1: Dutchmassive) Ah, yo Majik said that I can say anything that I want So I crushed this verse right under my writers block Build a pyramid of punch lines and hover right above it Roll out the red carpet because Dutch can't think of nothing And he's such a fucking star kid, you hear all the trumpets Trample on your drum while I brought my own procession Fucking up the industry, rebuild as it was meant to be A swift response for the God to have sent for me A centipede named crazy legs couldn't out do The B-boy superhuman while he's performing this music Star struck rappers screw face like Jon Gruden Too serious about their little underground movement Press up some vinyl, hurry to do exclusives Now your closet full of Pumas is filled with dusty units (Just sitting there) next to the mic and the broomstick Some people are just so, so stupid So move bitch, get out the way Equilibrium is drunk again, wiling on stage Fucking up a verse, holding down the Tropic States And we make emcees worldwide evaporate (Chorus) (Verse 2: Majik Most) Ay, yo, I'm off the meter, like Mr. Wizard launching two liters The new and improved Majik Most with new features Gnawing on your girls little breast like a beaver So pack it up bitch, because I'm coming through raw Kids you know I smack you with a rusted hacksaw Like oh shit, is that a piece of his jaw Brawling 24-7 to sever your brethren Got you begging for heaven, sending you straight to hell And I'll be right here, while you chilling in the morgue I'm online, selling your liver on organ.org Get your face thawed while your family applaud For all of y'all grab the mic and never fail While you go in gay bars and order a cocktail Fronting in the restaurant like you was the man I botch your plans, send you a batch of bad clams With more botchulism than a box of canned hams, bitch! (Chorus) (Verse 3: Celph Titled) Ay yo, the words out, me and my team came to shut this down And my guns came too, they want to bust some rounds Cold chilling on the block like I'm selling Kane Chopping bodies up, wrapping up remains in cellophane Don't mean to frighten kids, I'm just a star rocking coats Looking like they've made from Mary J. Blige's wigs You should let your man speak on your behalf Because when I let the blade slice, you'll just be half And I got a dungeon in my bathroom Plus the way I torture mother fuckers It's like I'm Vidal Sassoon Turn a blond nigga to redhead Futon to a death bed, bullets keep you breast fed When I'm aiming for the chest, oh now the game's over At the Up in Smoke tour with a flamethrower Looking for a dumb girl that's slower than a Screw tape With a fat ass, never tell that bitch to lose weight From Robles Park to Waters Avenue One of the only rappers who Takes a trip to hell every afternoon And still here to tell about it It's Equilibrium to the death Mother fuckers get devoured