Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Demigodz Clap, artist - Celph Titled. Album song The Gatalog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2002
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
Demigodz Clap |
There’s a whole lot of rappers |
That claim they so street |
But all sound the same like reggaeton beats |
I’ll swing on your jaw |
And leave your dome piece broken |
And spin your face quicker than a sidekick open |
If my label doesn’t get my album off of the ground |
I’m going to rally my fans and burn your offices down |
Radio for back up, another officer down |
Connecticut’s king, that gets back to polish my crown |
I’m from the era when the mixtapes were standard cassettes |
Lamped in a Lex with Nike airs and Champion sweats |
Now a days we them psychos higher with the right flows |
Kill ghostwriters and give your wigi board typos |
(Verse 2: Ryu) |
Say yes, say when, we don’t pack pads and pens |
Act bad, get the crap slapped out of your friends |
I turn rap to crack rock and sell it at base price |
If only you could fit bass pipes in a laptop |
It’s not a problem, I take it back to the blacktop |
The Demigod, King Kong, killer Godzilla |
Raw spit spiller, cap peeler don with the gat cocked |
Style of Beyond and on and on |
Yeah we chill with Jay-Z but I call him Shawn |
It ain’t nothing, I crush him until they chest is flat |
So clap for the rap fucking phenomenon |
(Make 'em clap to this) |
(Verse 3: Motive) |
Yo, I’m here now |
So don’t worry where I came from |
If you trying to find this nigga weakness |
It ain’t none |
See I could spit some shit |
That can leave your brain numb |
My aim is to bring the game back |
To what it changed from |
Niggas is fake though |
Garbage and I see through it |
Hate mo is marketing yayo like G-Unit |
The Godz a squad and yes, we rap cousin |
And now we back like we mother fucking left something |
And I ain’t with none of that backpack rap shit |
But I do keep a mac in my bag if you act slick |
And when it get pulled, it disperse with a clip full |
With a bite that’s worse than a pit bull |
(Verse 4: Tak) |
We close to the top, if not, it ain’t far |
My choice, it must be the voice, the next Gang Starr |
So taste the brand of amphetamines for your whole squad |
You sniffing this, you’ll swear to God |
You saw me landing a spaceship |
Robotic hands with legs and animal faces |
Chopping the grains of sand to side of bacon |
An exact spiting image of animal Satan |
Carrying Los Angeles on his back for ages |
Whoa, crush the razors, sip the wine |
The Demigodz invasion cripple your mind |
I’m a tell 'em again, ripped cat, dude from S. O |
Stand up for the jam, heat clap, now let’s go |
(Verse 5: Celph Titled) |
Reporting live from the planet of the disturbed |
You’ll think we smoke a massive amount of weed |
Cause of the way we hit herbs |
Now which word got you offended |
I give a fuck and since an infant, I’ve been a misfit |
You see the way the kid spit |
I’ve got Raven Symone craving my bone |
Cat fighting with Hillary Duff putting artillery up |
(And they don’t know) |
The Demigodz a force to be reckoned with |
(So play your part) |
Or get a tek to your neck and shit |
Yes, I’m with a naked bitch all night |
All night with a blow job, she careful around my waist |
Because a gun might go off |
Hip hop to you is probably Color Me Bad |
But it’s a fact I’ve been down |
Since Michael Jackson was black |
(Verse 6: Esoteric) |
E.S. |
like a slasher flick, master sick |
Waste to leave cats hacked to bits |
At the same time relax with the Maxium chicks |
Snatching flicks because you know I won’t remember that shit |
Pass the fifth, Demigodz a squad, we’re ruthless |
You’re useless like blind men with pool sticks |
Exclusive Nike’s ain’t exclusive |
When they’re found on the feet of every doofus |
Your man’s a goner, that thug persona |
Makes me laugh like Jon Voight in Anaconda |
The pterodactyl is back, I’m landing on ya |
86 Rocket, Ralph Sampson on ya |
Larry Legend leaving the gym at 2 a. |
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Carrying weapons |