Demigodz Clap - Celph Titled

There’s a whole lot of rappers

That claim they so street

But all sound the same like reggaeton beats

I’ll swing on your jaw

And leave your dome piece broken

And spin your face quicker than a sidekick open

If my label doesn’t get my album off of the ground

I’m going to rally my fans and burn your offices down

Radio for back up, another officer down

Connecticut’s king, that gets back to polish my crown

I’m from the era when the mixtapes were standard cassettes

Lamped in a Lex with Nike airs and Champion sweats

Now a days we them psychos higher with the right flows

Kill ghostwriters and give your wigi board typos

(Verse 2: Ryu)

Say yes, say when, we don’t pack pads and pens

Act bad, get the crap slapped out of your friends

I turn rap to crack rock and sell it at base price

If only you could fit bass pipes in a laptop

It’s not a problem, I take it back to the blacktop

The Demigod, King Kong, killer Godzilla

Raw spit spiller, cap peeler don with the gat cocked

Style of Beyond and on and on

Yeah we chill with Jay-Z but I call him Shawn

It ain’t nothing, I crush him until they chest is flat

So clap for the rap fucking phenomenon

(Make 'em clap to this)

(Verse 3: Motive)

Yo, I’m here now

So don’t worry where I came from

If you trying to find this nigga weakness

It ain’t none

See I could spit some shit

That can leave your brain numb

My aim is to bring the game back

To what it changed from

Niggas is fake though

Garbage and I see through it

Hate mo is marketing yayo like G-Unit

The Godz a squad and yes, we rap cousin

And now we back like we mother fucking left something

And I ain’t with none of that backpack rap shit

But I do keep a mac in my bag if you act slick

And when it get pulled, it disperse with a clip full

With a bite that’s worse than a pit bull

(Verse 4: Tak)

We close to the top, if not, it ain’t far

My choice, it must be the voice, the next Gang Starr

So taste the brand of amphetamines for your whole squad

You sniffing this, you’ll swear to God

You saw me landing a spaceship

Robotic hands with legs and animal faces

Chopping the grains of sand to side of bacon

An exact spiting image of animal Satan

Carrying Los Angeles on his back for ages

Whoa, crush the razors, sip the wine

The Demigodz invasion cripple your mind

I’m a tell 'em again, ripped cat, dude from S. O

Stand up for the jam, heat clap, now let’s go

(Verse 5: Celph Titled)

Reporting live from the planet of the disturbed

You’ll think we smoke a massive amount of weed

Cause of the way we hit herbs

Now which word got you offended

I give a fuck and since an infant, I’ve been a misfit

You see the way the kid spit

I’ve got Raven Symone craving my bone

Cat fighting with Hillary Duff putting artillery up

(And they don’t know)

The Demigodz a force to be reckoned with

(So play your part)

Or get a tek to your neck and shit

Yes, I’m with a naked bitch all night

All night with a blow job, she careful around my waist

Because a gun might go off

Hip hop to you is probably Color Me Bad

But it’s a fact I’ve been down

Since Michael Jackson was black

(Verse 6: Esoteric)

E.S.

like a slasher flick, master sick

Waste to leave cats hacked to bits

At the same time relax with the Maxium chicks

Snatching flicks because you know I won’t remember that shit

Pass the fifth, Demigodz a squad, we’re ruthless

You’re useless like blind men with pool sticks

Exclusive Nike’s ain’t exclusive

When they’re found on the feet of every doofus

Your man’s a goner, that thug persona

Makes me laugh like Jon Voight in Anaconda

The pterodactyl is back, I’m landing on ya

86 Rocket, Ralph Sampson on ya

Larry Legend leaving the gym at 2 a.

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Carrying weapons