Public Execution

Lyrics

[Scratch Hook: Sample (Celph Titled)] Hit ya (uh), switched ya (uh), right out the frame Hit ya (uh), switched ya (uh), right out the frame Right out the frame, right out the frame Right out the frame (Yea, yo, yo, yo) [Verse 1: Celph Titled] I'm an accident just waitin' to happen, plus I'm an insane Motherfucker with a hunger pain to be the first blastin' And my gun's a Gatlin', forcin' crews to break up And stickin' up rappers when they walkin' outta Jacobs I'm on the block with my dogs, walkin' you cats To the depths of Hell, I could have you offed in a snap Lookin' awkward at ya rear view, see my scope, peer though And hope ya still here to, see your career through Shoulda seen them bullets racin' in, now homicide Don't know where the shell casings went, even the finest Forensic scientists can't fuck with me, gettin' super ugly With a Ruger right in front of me aimin' it at ya mothers tummy You claim ya carryin' heat, please... go and finance our hooptie And you'll find that that's the only time you re-lease 'Cause you ain't never busted gats, bitch you bout as ill as a cure Get my finger near a trigger, I'mma spill it for sure Fire repetitive shots, leave you beheaded for not Respectin' Celph Titled, Is you stupid or not? I came through whylin' on a murder all mission And left you fuckin' dead like a perverted mortician [Scratch Hook: Sample (Celph Titled)] Hit ya (uh), switched ya (uh), right out the frame Hit ya (uh), switched ya (uh), right out the frame Right out the frame, right out the frame Right out the frame [Verse 2: Esoteric] Cats I've assaulted, call me the high exalted Eso-terrorist, their cleverest nemesis I'll forever diss these cats, it's effortless Sever their wrist, with this disc on the premises (motherfuckers) Journalists said there's none better You weak creeps read it and weep like love letters I bring malice, we smash ya palace Weave past cats like Steve Nash in Dallas I did your man a favor by writin' his words When he didn't have the money that my writin' is worth When you fuck with Esoteric you go right in the hearse When you mention dope cats, Seamus Ryan is first 'Cause I keep spittin' heat 'til I'm dyin' of thirst While you try to rehearse, you better tighten your verse Demigodz... labels try to sign us at birth Just knowin' we could be the finest rhymers on Earth [Scratch Hook: Sample (Celph Titled)] Hit ya (uh), switched ya (uh), right out the frame Hit ya (uh), switched ya (uh), right out the frame Right out the frame, right out the frame Right out the frame [Verse 3: Apathy] I'll rip a whole in the ozone and leave you suckas spinnin' in space I'll spit in ya face to show you how a clitoris taste At this pace you bitches'll never finish the race I'll play the shit from your tapes and make you admit it's a waste You're always after the cash or after the ass But you'll only be ashes and gas after the blast It doesn't matter if your made of matter or mass I'm releasin' raps so powerful they're shatterin' glass Put a rapper in a cast from his neck to his toes Dissectin' my foes, peel away the flesh from the bone Testin' ya dome, to see if it can take the pressure from blows That are thrown like small stones in a cyclone I'm terrible, beatin' you faggots and tearin' the beat into fragments Then eatin' rappers like Tarrantula's feedin' habbits You drop lines that you fuck hot dimes But ya cock size will make her eyes roll counterclockwise I'll crush rhymes with a singular line If you can't hold the weight, it'll injure ya spine I'm not ill like walkin' in the projects with a nine I'm ill like movin' solid objects with the mind I was designed by a scientific staff that studied metaphysics of math Tryna' develop the perfect paragraph I'm spittin' raps that'll make your mother laugh Then travel over water and land like a hovercraft I raise my staff like Moses and open up the oceans 'Til transparent walls of waves are exposin' Whales in motion, floatin' While deadly tiger sharks are approachin' ready to rip 'em open