Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revaporate, artist - Celph Titled. Album song The Gatalog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.10.2002
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
Revaporate |
| Yeeaahhh yo the Evaporate Remix |
| You gotta love it my man Dutchmassive |
| Me, Majik Most |
| And Celph Titled |
| We hadda come back and evaporate your face with the remix |
| Ayo Majik says that I can say anything I want |
| So I crush this verse right under my writers block |
| Build a pyramid of punch lines and hover right above it |
| Pull out the red carpet, cause Dutch can’t think of nothin' |
| And he’s such a fuckin' star; |
| can’t you hear all the trumpets? |
| Trample on your drum roll, I brought my own percussion |
| Fuckin up the industry, re-build as it was meant to be |
| A swift response for the gods who have sent for me |
| A centipede named crazy legs couldn’t out-do |
| The B-Boy super-human, watch he’s performin' his music |
| Star struck rappers screw face like John Gruden |
| Too serious about they little underground movement |
| Press up some vinyl, hurry to do exclusives |
| Now your closet full of Puma’s is filled with dusty units |
| (Just sittin there) next to the mic and a broomstick |
| Some people are just so so stupid |
| So moooove bitch get out the way |
| Equilibrium is drunk and gettin' wilin' on stage |
| Fuckin' up a verse and holdin' down the tropic states |
| And we make MC’s worldwide evaporate |
| Ayo I’m off the meter |
| Like Mr. Wizard launching 2 liters |
| The new and improved Majik Most, with new features |
| Gnawing on your girls little breast like a beaver |
| So pack it up bitch cause I’m coming through raw |
| Kid you know I’ll smack you with a rusted hacksaw |
| Like, oh shit! |
| Is that a piece of his jaw?! |
| Brawling 24/7 to sever your brethren |
| Got you beggin' for heaven, sendin' you straight to hell |
| And I’ll be right here |
| While you chillin' in a morgue |
| I’m online sellin' your liver on organ.org |
| Get your face floored while your family applauds |
| For all of ya’ll, grab the mic and never fail |
| While you go in gay bars and order a cocktail |
| Frontin' in the restaurant like you was the man |
| I bought your plants; |
| send you a batch of bad clams |
| With more botchulism than a box of canned hams, bitch! |
| Ayo the words out, me and my team came to shut this down |
| And my guns came too, they wanna bust some rounds |
| Cold chillin on the block like I’m sellin' cane |
| Choppin' bodies up, wrappin' remains in cellophane |
| Don’t mean to frighten kids |
| I’m just a star rockin' coats lookin like they’re made from Mary J Blige’s wigs |
| You should let your man speak on your behalf |
| Cause when I let the blade slice, you’ll just be half |
| And I got a dungeon in my bathroom |
| Plus the way I torture motherfuckers it’s like I’m Vidal Sassoon |
| Turn a blonde nigga to a redhead |
| Futon to a deathbed |
| Bullets keep you breastfed |
| When I’m aiming for the chest |
| Oh, now the games over |
| At the Up In Smoke Tour with a flame thrower |
| Lookin' for a dumb girl that’s slower than a screw tape |
| With a fat ass, never tell that bitch to lose weight |
| From (?) Park to Waters Avenue |
| One of the only rappers who takes a trip to hell every afternoon |
| And still here to tell about it |
| It’s Equilibrium 'till the death, motherfuckers get devoured |