Captivate / Deactivate (feat. Esoteric, Celph Titled, Open Mic & Apathy)

歌詞

[Esoteric] My blows landed, those they froze stranded Most by most branded, for life I'm precise These so-called perfectionists must have no standards Thinkin they're the don when they shit comes on They got it all wrong, tryna step into E's world They fakin jacks like the bootleg cheese curls Please girls - stop eating up rice cakes Have a nice steak for Christ sakes My mic takes many lives, like 20 knives to the uterus A pugilist, whipin out cities like Mt. Vesuvius You jealous jerks - I'll rip you out your Perry Ellis shirts Write a rap on the map and show you Hell on Earth I pop fly shit, you catch it like Dennis Burkes They only way you'd be well at work is sellin Certz [Yo Esoteric, when you bringin the pain son?] It's probably gettin done as we speak like Jenna Jame-son [Chorus: samples cut up] "Captivate 'em before the raps deactivate 'em" "I smile with a sinister grin and finish him" "Crews I run through it, drama I'm in to it" "Right stupid" <-- Raekwon "What! Bring it I'll blow ya whole spot" <-- Punisher [Celph Titled] Yo, fuck what you heard these are words from now Testament Bring ya squadron and face the Demigodz regiment I breathe fire, guns are a part of me Fuck preservin hip-hop artistry, I'll propel bullets through ya arteries! Come through my hood and get smacked with the four You look like a FAGGOT! Just like Eve looks like a crack-whore Straight up and down deadly, that's how my clique spit I'm dope, you're just a barbituate kickin bitch shit I choke MC's 'til they turn green, I'm a sick man If a Martian fucks with me I'll choke him 'til he turns tan Now that's some stupid shit and niggaz ain't havin that Celph Titled's known to rip apart all you average cats You might find me on a raft floatin from Cuba With heavy ammunition, assault rifles and bazookas And while your out claimin sets doin drive-bys I'm in a stealth bomber, breakin sound, doin fly-bys [Chorus: samples cut up] [Open Mic] I move the crowd like a riot squad or national guard And pull cards like blackjack dealers at the Mirage Reflect life like light off the predator's camoflauge Competitors find it hard to battle against the odds They gaze into the oracle to see the euphorical rays That it displays for every metaphorical phrase Audio visuals like a spiritual ritual Individuals need to uprise against the citadel Stray from the typical, originality's at a minimal My soundwaves blaze with every syllable I'll give a lesson on emceein as a professional To teach you herbs steppin' that my words are a weapon You got gassed, like you put the pedal to the floor I'll put the metal in your jaw so you know that I'm raw I do damage and represent the whole damn planet So no matter where I'm at I got the homefield advantage [Chorus: samples cut up] [Apathy] I make it hot like Heather Hunter's pussy in the summer Then I fuck her hard enough to make Chloe Jones shudder [Fuck buyin Prada!] I'll make her call me the Don Da-Da I'm a computer with a super medulla oblongata [You don't know Ap!] Save ya homo rap [We rock Polo] You cop Chaps at TJMaxx Think that you could battle me and win? Next plan There's a better chance of Eminem joinin X-Clan 'cause we [crush] mother [fuckers] when we [spit it] we're the [illest] crew [Demi] Godz [bring it] with the [deadly] style [killin] you And y'all ain't basement, y'all are locked in the cellar Ain't sayin shit like a Helen Keller acapella And we originated "Root Beers" for ya frigid air [So emcees had to get day-jobs with Medicare] You cats run around sweatin Demigodz CD Motherfucker calm down, this is only the EP...