Way of the Gun (feat. Esoteric, Lord Digga & Apathy) - Celph Titled

''And this is the way''

''We rock that''

Abandon ship, Esoteric’s at the landing strip

Plan to rip your clan to bits, you standing stiff like you inanimate

The jam I spit, analysts in such a panic with

They try to cancel it and sample it till this there’s a better way of

understanding it

I know you cannot handle it

I’m on some fancy shit while your crib is candle lit

But still the candidate, quick to dismantle your manuscript

You think you scare me with banana clips?

Well there’s no chance of it

My no control vocals, roll over your patrol

I’m poking holes in heads like I’m making totem poles

We’re the chosen souls (Demigodz rep to the death)

So sucker step to the left, I’m eating all my older goals

Reading holy scrolls like I’m reading yesterday’s news

On the funny strip, come and rip, test Shay and lose

Yo I’m ripping cats total son, you best stay in 2s

Cause my split personality is slaying y’all crews

Celph Titled’s on some real insane sick shit

Cut the president’s face off and rob a motherfucking bank with it

I sleep with a machete motherfucker I got guns too

That’ll put holes in your torso big enough to jump through

We don’t recite rap verses, instead we spit grenades

Can’t write a rhyme without some fucked up shit to say

When I question you, I won’t speak proper I’ll ask you

Fuck a meat cleaver, we got heaters and mac millies, act silly?

And witness the flame of the cannon blast

Recycle your calcium and use your scar tissue to wipe my ass

Send in recruits and I’m turning special forces

Into nothing but skeletons rocking berets and burnt musket blades

In Hell’s Kitchen we keep the shells spitting

Don’t think its strange, we use our block as a shooting range

Highway to Heaven or the Devil’s crossing

I got explosives that’ll make your body land in Michael Landon’s coffin

''And this is the way''

Call me Dick-Scott Heron, or heroine

The dope crew veteran, y’all think that you’re better than

Y’all niggas better lay low

I flip MCs like bricks of yayo

Y’all from Montreal you get your brain exposed

Brook-nam time bomb, watch me explode

Extra magazines, watch me reload

I gotta spit bar code, but niggas can’t scan me

Rap with no legs, so niggas can’t stand me

I got more tools than Stanley

Your Peppermint Patty flows, nothing but candy, y’all sweet

And weak and your fucking up my teeth 'cause you’re all I eat

Reverend Run with guns, but I don’t preach

Bust TECs get wet like sex on a beach

Call me a Robin Leach, I want blood money

I smoke MCs like the gummies, y’all ain’t gully

My nigga Apathy running up in your baby’s mothers

I’m fucking your sisters, duck taping your brothers

Cause them fools didn’t believe, we wasn’t brother we other

Got styles for life, y’all Lifestyle rubbers

I got a metal magnum like I’m Megatron, metamorph to a weapon

Whipping bitches if they stepping, I’m ripping tissue to bloody messes

I’m missing some vital pieces inside of my cerebellum

Building adrenaline 'til I’m trembling

And tripling my physical mass to clash with crews

I blast fast and smash fags, I’m bad news

I’ll bruise brains and rapidly rip apart your anatomy

'Cause Apathy is fatter than a Phat Farm faculty

Ap’s known for spitting, plus shots I’m licking

Got more biscuits then Kentucky Fried Chicken

Been chilling with thugs, that’ll fill you with slugs

Since you was pushing Hot Wheels across your living room rugs

I’m a Demigod, God damn it, God please forgive me

God bless, but God forbid kids try to spit for me

I fuck you up spiritually, mentally and physically

Father please forgive wack MCs tryna rap with me