[Ryu]
Yeah
Ryu and Tak
Celph motherf**ing Titled
Demigodz
[Verse 1: Ryu]
I am my own hell, I am my heaven
I am my triple-six, I am my seven
Ain't no need to call a reverend
I'mma bless 'em, get the message
You at ten, my sh** goes to eleven (Spinal Tap)
My ascension from a slob to a rap god
Heroin black tar
We smack y'all heretics
See I'm a seraphim
Save yourself the embarra**ment
The highest ranking angel of God
Talking to cherubims
Great can't take a break
Boss never take a day off
I'm here for a purpose
The Lord don't make mistakes
S.O.B in the place, you know the drilly pal
Ryu, Tak, Skully, Divine, Cheap, what up Bilal?
So come and get it
We hunting without a license
A terrorist on this mic
Call me Vanilla Isis
Taking out you s**ers and you don't know how I did it
But you do, you know its true
But you're to proud to admit it
I'm a god
[Chorus]
Curse my name
Stab me in the back
But that could never change the undeniable fact
That I'm a god
Curse my name
Stab me in the back
But that could never change the undeniable fact
[Verse 2: Tak]
I'm a bad man
But you can tell I'm blessed
Still feeling guilty for the things I did on Megadef
My reputation must have rung a bell and made them mad
Cos I'm still stacking skeletons underground from Razor Tag
My sincerest apologies
Sorry, probably bottled your spirit
And pour it out in the lobby
And copped a [?] in your lyrics
I'm sick and tired of comical, Richard Pryor degenerates
Better get back, your neck'll get slashed like The Revenant
Ticky Tak, turn up the temp a million degrees
They ask me where I've been
Well I've been chilling overseas
[?] to [?] City Avenue
Now I'm back with the firing squad and a whole new attitude
With a violent facade right
You trying too hard, quiet
With Styles of Beyond silent cos I am a god
So my method to go and get 'em is writing the song
Spot 'em and once I've got 'em I'll swat 'em the fly on the wall
I'm gone
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
Run, run, run from the ghetto bird
But don't fret, I'll even the bet with top secret jets
Two of my crew lands
Air traffic controller looking like the wacky waving inflatable tube man
If a bullet could talk, mine would say "f** off, Celph Titled's a boss"
I'm larger than life, use a mountain for a back rub
I just found a Malaysian airplane in my bath tub
Royal flush holder
You wanna feed your kids granola
But I gave 'em all ice cream double dipped in ebola
I'm the reason for the Richter scale
I was sent from hell
With weapons like Christian Bale
The axe I wield will have your b**h impaled
Catch you shopping, get on the Walmart intercom
And let the whole store know I put this dick in your mom
Yeah I slayed and tapped it
Her face look like she was laying next to firecrackers taped to eight mayonnaise packets
[Chorus]
Curse my name
Stab me in the back
But that could never change the undeniable fact
That I'm a god
Curse my name
Stab me in the back
But that could never change the undeniable fact
That I'm a god