DJ Cheapshot - Demigodz Freestyle (A Long Rhyme Coming: The 1999 to 2002 Sessions Pt. 1) lyrics

[Intro: Celph Titled] Ayyo, we on the Eddie Ill side of things right about now. This is a Demigodz special presentation. Starring yours truly: Celph Titled the Rubix Cuban, Apathetic, and Louis Logic the Drunken Dragon. And we about to show y'all motherf**ers how the root beers are catapulted all up into your f**ing grill [Verse 1: Celph Titled] I'm so unbelievably fresh, even God Has to be convinced I'm in the form of human flesh I roll with the lions and tigers in camouflage attire Celph Titled is synonymous with vampires I scare police like black men in black Timbs In a black Benz with fat rims holding up MAC-10s n***as be like, "Ask him. He know the deal Supreme intellect. On top of that, his flow is real" When we ride by, we let the bullets go and hit your place You'll need as much surgery as Joan River's face Ask no questions and roll with the punches Demigodz techniques lethal when the tongues spit I'll brew up nightcaps to give emcees, serving Molotov co*ktails and plenty bottles of D.O.M. kerosene Your style is a joke—correct me if I'm wrong I'm waiting for the Energizer bunny to walk through your song [Verse 2: Apathy] I'll f** a big, brolic b**h ‘til her nostrils twitch Have her burying her face like an ostrich Apathetic always raps on some hostile sh** And if I started doing crimes, all the cops would quit I could burn your face off with my toxic spit When I travel, I'll be walking on gravel and rocks will split My ox will slit your voice box and sh** ‘Til your windpipe is leaking all its oxygen Try to threaten with a weapon and we'll box you in And, in a second or less, is when the shots begin co*k the pen. I'm bringing apocalypse with the pen And the world recreated, then I'll do it again What I spit make your frame swell, melting your brain cell Repel gel rappers with the gats I aim well Repping where I dwell is like stepping in Hell I'm as hip hop as 7L rocking Gazelles Competition is dying. My depth, d**h-defying Flow got my chest left with breaths supplying A backup for rhyming. Not happy ‘til I'm flying In a fly Lex, driving like my man Seamus Ryan And I'm out [Verse 3: Louis Logic] You better watch The Puerto Rican being chased by four policemen On any given weekend with a forty leaking Corner store Koreans and cops follow the trail From a stolen bottle of ale ‘cause they want me in jail I'm part klepto, part barrio, and part ghetto My highness disguised by my camouflage Ecko My agenda's to discover adventures and Crush in cuarentas ‘cause I'm such an inventor Disgusting avenger with a sewer mouth and a taste For chewing out n***as—there ain't sh** that you can do about So I say, “Lightweights should clear on out ‘Cause it's Friday and I'm filling up my beer bong now” We're on-route for success with a pit stop At the cluckfest to pluck fresh pollo ‘cause I love breasts And chicks that undress get a round of applause For stripping out of your drawers and getting down on all fours I'm a pervert for what the word's worth It's Louis f**ing Logic looking in a word search To find sick sh**, to use f**ing biscuits And hit you over the head if you talking sh**, kid [Outro: Louis Logic] Yeah, yeah, get on down. Better, uh, uh, better get on down. Come on, come on, come on, come on!