| My blows landed, those they froze stranded
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| Most by most branded, for life I’m precise
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| These so-called perfectionists must have no standards
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| Thinkin they’re the don when they shit comes on
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| They got it all wrong, tryna step into E’s world
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| They fakin jacks like the bootleg cheese curls
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| Please girls — stop eating up rice cakes
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| Have a nice steak for Christ sakes
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| My mic takes many lives, like 20 knives to the uterus
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| A pugilist, whipin out cities like Mt. Vesuvius
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| You jealous jerks — I’ll rip you out your Perry Ellis shirts
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| Write a rap on the map and show you Hell on Earth
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| I pop fly shit, you catch it like Ellis Burks
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| They only way you’d be well at work is sellin Certz
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| It’s probably gettin done as we speak like Jenna Jame-son
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| «Captivate 'em before the raps deactivate 'em»
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| «I smile with a sinister grin and finish him»
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| «Crews I run through it, drama I’m in to it»
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| «Right stupid» [-- Raekwon
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| «What! |
| Bring it I’ll blow ya whole spot» [-- Punisher
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| Yo, fuck what you heard these are words from now Testament
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| Bring ya squadron and face the Demigodz regiment
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| I breathe fire, guns are a part of me
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| Fuck preservin hip-hop artistry, I’ll propel bullets through ya arteries!
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| Come through my hood and get smacked with the four
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| You look like a FAGGOT! |
| Just like Eve looks like a crack-whore
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| Straight up and down deadly, that’s how my clique spit
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| I’m dope, you’re just a barbituate kickin bitch shit
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| I choke MC’s 'til they turn green, I’m a sick man
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| If a Martian fucks with me I’ll choke him 'til he turns tan
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| Now that’s some stupid shit and niggas ain’t havin that
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| Celph Titled’s known to rip apart all you average cats
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| You might find me on a raft floatin from Cuba
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| With heavy ammunition, assault rifles and bazookas
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| And while your out claimin sets doin drive-bys
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| I’m in a stealth bomber, breakin sound, doin fly-bys
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| I move the crowd like a riot squad or national guard
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| And pull cards like blackjack dealers at the Mirage
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| Reflect life like light off the predator’s camoflauge
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| Competitors find it hard to battle against the odds
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| They gaze into the oracle to see the euphorical rays
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| That it displays for every metaphorical phrase
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| Audio visuals like a spiritual ritual
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| Individuals need to uprise against the citadel
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| Stray from the typical, originality’s at a minimal
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| My soundwaves blaze with every syllable
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| I’ll give a lesson on emceein as a professional
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| To teach you herbs steppin' that my words are a weapon
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| You got gassed, like you put the pedal to the floor
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| I’ll put the metal in your jaw so you know that I’m raw
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| I do damage and represent the whole damn planet
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| So no matter where I’m at I got the homefield advantage
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| I make it hot like Heather Hunter’s pussy in the summer
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| Then I fuck her hard enough to make Chloe Jones shudder
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| I’ll make her call me the Don Da-Da
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| I’m a computer with a super medulla oblongata
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| Save ya homo rap
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| You cop Chaps at TJMaxx
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| Think that you could battle me and win? |
| Next plan
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| There’s a better chance of Eminem joinin X-Clan
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| Cuz we mother when we we’re the crew
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| Godz with the style you
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| And y’all ain’t basement, y’all are locked in the cellar
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| Ain’t sayin shit like a Helen Keller acapella
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| And we originated «Root Beers» for ya frigid air
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| You cats run around sweatin Demigodz CD
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| Motherfucker calm down, this is only the EP… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Captivate / Deactivate , by - Demigodz. Song from the album Deluxe Edition: The Godz Must Be Crazier, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп