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[feat. Apathy and Celph Titled] [Verse 1:] Left check, right check, brass knuckles, knife check Nine double-m, black talons that [?] check Sour diesel, purple haze [?] cloned Two albums, both classics, my fans is grown City life ain't nothing like the south dude How this nigga run his mouth with a missing tooth? Three masters, we all got padawans Dudes trying to bust heat, we got bag of bombs You got word that Celph got the south hitting Ap's up top, me I'm right in the middle And I got these rappers trying to bite my flow Lying to their fans like they're really getting dough I'm Richard Pryor in his first movie I'm a vet, salute me, rap raw like sushi We the three hottest niggas in the game now Cock it back bang let it bang now [Verse 2:] Bionic demonic evolution pollution of the soul gold-plated Nickel-plated pistol that's located Sedated, straitjacket, I traffic narcotics I'm cosmic, cookie-cutter pussy up or cut her I'm robotic Magical when I'm pouring all these potions in the pot Letras de cancionesFucked up from all those years pops smoked pot, coke, and microdots My sniper on the roof don't blink from rifle shots Ninja Gaiden moves when I scale up walls Throw Chinese stars when I rhyme these bars Spit-shine these scars, AP stand large Leave your head covered red like Van Halen guitars I'm 80's, kinda like Charles In Charge New Edition and DeBarge and DeLorean cars We harvest human bodies like alien farms I'll leave cuts on guts but not caesarian scars [Verse 3:] I stay cap-peeling em, rap villain with a cape and cane Passenger 57 bringing snakes on a plane Sit you in the motherfucking exit row seat, blow the door off Watch you soar, off the Testarossa speed The metronome to my beat's erratic like jungle music I put a hole in your dome, don't need a gun to do it Yeah I'm fucking stupid The army of the gods is certified, I cosign everyone I'm in a group with I get it popping in here, yes Redenbacher is here Robocop, Clarence Boddicker's here Seems like everybody's scared whenever flying iron disperse Pints will squirt, now your polo rugby is a Hawaiian shirt And I insert sharp knives to your chestplate You will shit without Kaopectate We don't spectate opening acts cause they probably suck We slice through your crew, show you how to make a posse cut From Letras Mania