Conjure The Legions
(专辑: Heavy Lies The Crown - 2014)
[Esoteric:] In '95 this rap style was impressive By 2005 most rappers lost the
message 2014, rappers wearing dresses Shit is tough to look at like airplane wreckage Check it I'ma waste you, the
chemicals will lace you My rep keeps growing like Emma Stone's face do You recently decent, I've been a
beast every season My pen and speech is the
reason I'm pulling wenches with ease And I'll take that Benz that you're leasing And put a
dent and a
crease In the
driver side, leave you leaking A
homicide, call a
deacon I'll have you wheezing in deep Breathing, the
beat I'm just meat Cleaving, I'm coming to meet Steven King, I'm a
demon ayo [Planetary:] Keep me out of reach of your children's ears This the
surgeon general warning You rap moguls I'm the
shit to hear Crystal clear, missiles tear through the
fiscal year Bombs over Baghdad, official pistol issued fear Fear not, the
air is hot, your atmosphere popped Every bar souvenir, nigga, keep your ears locked Dog, you must got me chopped Everything about me rugged Low rugby ruckus: my middle name and I'm soul crushing (It's nothing) Wiping the
dust off the
Paper Mate I'll leave a
paper trail for my niggas like it's The
Great Escape Save the
date, the
birthday of the
Bathing Ape No holds barred, bar none, I'mma raise the
stakes [Apathy:] I
was raised by a
pack of werewolves in the
woods Grew up studying Mobb Deep, 'Give Up The
Goods' Now I'm walking down the
block, half human half monster Stronger, full moon's rise I
go bonkers I'm popular in Hell like The
Lox in Yonkers Glocks and bombers, box full of rocket launchers Optic lasers, 2Pac tapes and box cutters I
ain't playing with none of you cocksuckers Make whores stop at the
store first to cop rubbers Got lawyers on retainer if one of these cops touch us I
ain't feeling what they did to Kelly Thomas Keep guns on us so they'll never beat me unconscious, listen [Vinnie Paz:] Listen up motherfucker, I'm sick and tired of playing with y'all My gun told me I'm a
sucker for aiming at y'all I
am from a
different cloth, no relation to y'all And when it come to me and you, it's no patience involved The
Luciferian conspiracy of Forward Pass Allah seeking while y'all are speaking the
balderdash Cipher protocol, indecipherable ocean mask The
Code of Baphomet, I
will worship the
goat and laugh Follow what you have found, I
will lead you to us Every single record sold is a
beacon to us He a
greaseball but he like a
Rican to us It's like a
carnivore eating a
vegan to us [Crypt The
Warchild:] You can't tame a
villain that's trained for the
killing Insane in the
brain off of the
pain that he's feeling I
don't tear it down, I
cave and break through the
ceiling I
don't spare these clowns I
continue to drill 'em I
bury them alive to stop the
pussy from squealing Your music's all fool's gold, that's not for appealing Listen, I
don't rhyme without a
reason Money makes me metamorphosize to a
demon Bitches lined up screaming murder for the
semen Two for every one, so I
had to bring the
team in AOTP, niggas best to pledge allegiance So cats are universal with your head right to the
cement [Celph Titled:] Look behind door number one, and it might be a
rifle How dare you think you could read the
psyche of a
psycho I
got a
demon as a
house pet Arsenal equipped with alien technology (what?) that ain't out yet My CD ain't biodegradable So they gon' find it centuries ahead but won't have nothing that can play it though (whatever) Oh the
irony, your flesh needs ironing We buried you in a
mountain cape but that was just a
minor thing They say you can hear the
beach inside a
seashell But all I
hear is "murder" when I
load the
pump with these shells Competition might be good but they ain't half as nice I
set the
bar so high it interfere with space satellites [Reef The
Lost Cauze:] Your shit is trash homie, please don't hype it Whatever we spit, these dweebs gon' bite it Your girl fucked all of us, please don't wife it These rappers is selling lies but we don't buy it I
live off of three words: release and fire Y'all described in three words: weak and tired When I
go to war, I
don't mean I
beat this guy up I
mean I
went in his mouth removed his teeth with pliers I
mean... he no longer sleeps at night 'cause I
pulled him out his car and made him eat the
tires This is Hell on Earth, may you all sleep in fire You'll be the
dopest alive the
day Reef retires [King Syze:] They know my rhyming scheme is a
pattern of dying dreams I'm glad it's over, a
disease to a
dying breed A
pitbull lion who screams, who's surrounded by bees A
pack of wolves, your career will be over with ease "Nigga please" is a
new motto I
live by On records I'm still fly, y'all rappers will still die We all monstrous, Godzilla spitter honors Spit on the
ground, pollute the
soil man and kill the
farmers Y'all all goners I'm still rocking that dope shit Y'all progress is hopeless, I'm a
product of dopeness I
learned from the
best, can't you smell the
uniqueness? Animal instinct, I
can smell your fucking weakness [Lawrence Arnell:] The
enforcer, change your whole life course The
mic cords be recharging my life force The
nice bul from north, I
get the
point across You on our balls, I
ain't even on the
forth bar I
pack a
powerful punch, I
make a
horse fall Your shorty wetting her drawers, I
make a
house call You get your mouth off, I'm not even here for y'all I'm here for reasons that have clearly been stated before The
greatest of all, equated to the
falling gods The
homie never been accused of ever falling off Supported by the
most offensive rappers breathing air You wanna keep it fair, get your fucking people here