7L & Esoteric - Way Of The Gun lyrics

[Intro: scratching] *And this is the way* *We rock that* [Verse 1: Esoteric] 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 an*lysts, 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 sh** While your crib is candle lit But still the candidate Quick to dismantle your man*script 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 d**h) So s**er 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 [Verse 2: Celph Titled] Celph Titled's on some real insane sick sh** Cut the president's face off And rob a motherf**ing bank with it I sleep with a machete motherf**er 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 f**ed up sh** to say When I question you, I won't speak proper I'll ask/axe you f** 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 a** 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 [Hook: scratching] *And this is the way* [Verse 2: Lord Digga] Call me Dick-Scott Heron, or h**ne The dope crew veteran Y'all think that you're better than Y'all n***as 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 n***as can't scan me Rap with no legs, so n***as can't stand me I got more tools than Stanley Your Peppermint Patty flows Nothing but candy Y'all sweet and weak And your f**ing up my teeth, cause you're all I eat Reverend Run with guns, but I don't preach Bust techs get wet like, s** on a beach Call me a robbing leech/Robin Leach I want blood money I smoke MCs like the gummies, y'all ain't gully My n***a Apathy running up in your baby's mothers I'm f**ing 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 [Verse 4: Apathy] I got a metal magnum like I'm Megatron Metamorph to a weapon, whipping b**hes 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 ma** To clash with crews I blast fast and smash f*gs 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 f** you up spiritually, mentally and physically Father please forgive wack MCs tryna rap with me