[Intro]
It is said that once an entire army marched against him...a real army
[Verse 1: Planetary]
One-two, one-two
Pharaoh sh**, n***a!
Yo, I live life according to the Low End Theory
A champion, the trophy goes to me clearly
Most of these n***as fear me seriously
I'm a step above God, my apostles cheer me
Tap if you hear the Desert Eagle spittin'
With a Buhloone Mindstate I start Ego Trippin'
Back in the lab I'm the mad scientist
Keep ya eye on this, when I roar I'm lionesque, yes!
Untamed, my style is mundane, consumed from the moon
Until the sun done changed
Done done, I done came, conquered my insanity
The man in me evolves to my vanity
All black tee, Philly fitted with a black P
n***as ain't ready for war to blast me, B
Ask me if I give two sh**s, if you ain't Pharaohs, QD
My kids or my b**h
[Verse 2: Esoteric]
E.S. I made the track rap your dome
We uncanny like David and Manny
You chasin' balls, out in left, while I'm circlin' third and being waved home
Murderin' herbs, reveal words to your nose bone
I'm Larry Holmes with a left and a right
I'm Roy Jones winning fights on consecutive nights
I'm Luke Sky with the blast shield down, cats kneel down
This is boom-bap, real rap, steel sounds
I watch NESN at seven
I watch the news at eleven to look for MC's
I lyrically murdered and the bodies that I deserted
They probably didn't deserve it, but I had to do it to them, I gotta pride of lions
That love whack rapper meat, so I throw it to 'em
The Mighty Thor with the mind of Michael Moore
This type of war ends games like the final score
[Verse 3: Celph Titled]
Yeah! Celph Titled!
I can't see y'all from where I'm at
I like the smell of napalm in the morning while I'm eating my Apple Jacks
My battle axe acts as a last resort d**h k**
Quarantine your city, it's about to be a lead spill
f*ggots better (Fall back!) Said I ain't got (Raw raps!)
f** made you (Doubt that!) f** boy (I'm all that!)
Arrows with explosive tips
I'm about to get real ill on some Ill Bill on Coka Nostra sh**
That's gritty and gangsta, Vinnie, pa** me a banger
I'll abort you little sports with a rusty hanger
Parker Brothers say my name, y'all start to stutter
Slicin' pussies, I'm a certified carpet cutter
Handgun: Automatic! Shotgun: Pump-action!
Me with your wife, that's automatic pump-action!
Laundromat thug pa**ion, we wash bundles there
Keep a gun tucked in a motherf**in' Snuggles bear