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[Verse 1:Doap Nixon]
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 ainât 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
Apâs up top, me Iâm right in the middle
And I got these rappers trying to bite my flow
Lying to their fans like theyâre really getting dough
Iâm Richard Pryor in his first movie
Iâm 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:Apathy]
Bionic demonic evolution pollution of the soul gold-plated
Nickel-plated pistol thatâs located
Sedated, straitjacket, I traffic narcotics
Iâm cosmic, cookie-cutter pussy up or cut her Iâm robotic
Magical when Iâm pouring all these potions in the pot
Fucked up from all those years pops smoked pot, coke, and microdots
My sniper on the roof donât 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
Iâm 80âs, kinda like Charles In Charge
New Edition and DeBarge and DeLorean cars
We harvest human bodies like alien farms
Iâll leave cuts on guts but not caesarian scars
[Verse 3:Celph Titled]
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 beatâs erratic like jungle music
I put a hole in your dome, donât need a gun to do it
Yeah Iâm fucking stupid
The Army of the Gods is certified, I cosign everyone Iâm in a group with
I get it popping in here, yes Redenbacher is here
Robocop, Clarence Boddickerâs here
Seems like everybodyâs 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 donât spectate opening acts cause they probably suck
We slice through your crew, show you how to make a posse cut