Heat Speakers

Lyrics

[Intro: Celph Titled narrating] "The time has now come, when the Godz from all four corners of the Earth have combined to form an entity unparalleled. Under gray skies, where the Sun is ashamed to shine. Shoutin' their names from Hell's breath, with speech made of fire. Be those who shall strike their wrath." [Verse 1: Celph Titled] Motherfuckers better shut they mouth when the Godz spit rapid fire wisdom Guns and grenades, my brigade consists of killer henchmen There ain't a nigga that's liver, I'm a Gun & Ammo subscriber That's quick to burn numerous holes through your Avirex fibers I'm on some mob shit, Cuban mafia conglomerate Tommy Gun nozzle spittin' hollows tips, lauchin' like rocket ships I got Glocks and clips that are damn near ready to chase you A bullet with your name on it, eager to kill and erase you My Demigodz swordsmen are trained to slice precisely You should question wifey, why your children look just like me Come out the closet 'cause I know your whole crew's fag I saw 'em on the corner, rockin' rainbow-colored do-rags I rhyme fast and you just a bunch of slow herbs You gettin' cuts and bruises trippin' over your own words You better worship the barrel nigga, my Glock is holy Re-fry your ass and serve you on a plate with guacamole The MAC Don, my teeth cut through Teflon I was raised draggin' bodies through the door sayin', "What's up mom?" Niggas think I'm a vampire, I ain't seen the sun since it was set on fire I'm the fuckin' second comin' of Messiah My promo manager didn't know what he was in for I'll come to your town, rob the cash register at my in-store I know Muslims that rather piss on the Koran in front of Farrakhan Then try to fuck with me when I get my battle on [Verse 2: Esoteric] This is mic mastery, I massacre men automatically Rapidly bringin' tragedy that shatter Grey's Anatomy Rhymin' like it's '89, I'm slashin' through your cavalry With Lou and Apathy, I got the Demigodz in back of me So cross me, you'll get stabbed like Jesus's wrists Cease and desist, even sober cats be pleadin' the 5th Y'all bitches know who it is, I'm back from the dead Your facts be off base like recoverin' crack heads The heat speaker with Celph Titled the beat freaker My fleets eager to fire Silver Bullets like Bob Sieger To all God seekers, it's the end of the road My sentence is gold, the venom in my pen'll explode Penance is old, I'll rhyme 'til I'm sick and disgusted You'll go out with a bang like a chick in a snuff flick I flow with the slang, Esoteric commands shit Responsible for more head bus'in' then public transit [Verse 3: Louis Logic] You ever had a nightmare? Yea you were at an open mic where Your friends and family were watchin' through the bright lights glare And I dared you to flow but you woke up screamin' in pain And quite scared, only to find me standin' right there A demon over your head, leanin' over your bed To lead you closer to death while you dreamin' you overslept I leisurely stole your breath like that kitten in Cat's Eye I'm that sly, the Klan will start wishin' they're black guys Tell your girl she should be slimmer her fat thighs I slipped a disc in my back when was hittin' it last night And last I checked, the main theme of livin' the rap life Is to snatch mics like I don't have mine yet I want 1 for my hand, 2 Live on the stage 3 in the lab, 4 is a surplus, and 5 on the page I want my face on the TV in every home in the country 'Til Mom's so sick of seeing me she don't even want me [Verse 4: Apathy] You wanna battle for money, well I can spit it acapella And probably make you drop a mil-li-on like Rocafella 'Cause tryin' to take the mic away from Ap when I'm spittin' Is like Mya tryin' to wrestle Missy for a piece of chicken My verses reverse Earth spinnin' on it's axis 'Til wack rap acts wax starts spinin' backwards I-am-the-illest-rap-cat-out Now play the record forward and try to figure it out Yo, I snatch profits and chips until my pocket rips While y'all race through space in fake rocket ships If I stay on my computer then I'll start up the apocalypse Simulating' nuclear war like Matthew Broderick's Ap used to be known for complex rap Now I diss chicken heads like I'm Project Pat Ladies I hypnotize 'til they let me lick their thighs You can see those little heart shapes in your bitches eyes I'm Don Juan, Es Caliente, Rico Suave The Lone Ranger, y'all are like Tonto... Kimosabe Tryin' to diss the champs but you missed your chance You got so shook on stage that you pissed your pants My hand grips 'til my fists get pistol cramps You couldn't relax if your raps were mystic chants like (Ooommm) Tryin' to meditate or levitate But make sure you standin' 50 feet back to detonate