Epicopolis (Es-K Mix)
This is The End of The World As You Vocally Know It!
lyrics
EAST COAST
I attract money blow stacks and act funny/
I just wanna make hood rat raps wit my buddies/ (Yeah)
Send em back bloody nothin that you ever seen/ (Nah)
Fuckin G tuck a piece in my dungarees/ (Click Black)
The sket packer the chest cracker the best rapper/
No defense break a leg off ya best tackler/ (Bitch)
Not a giver of fucks Philly is nuts/
Killin these schmucks/
Untill I got a billion buck/ What?!
I got a drug habbit/
Thats above average/
Hold ya seed hostage pull em out ya cunts carriage/
I want ransom/
I demand some/
They describe him/
He's tall fat and handsome/
Who wanna box with the big bully/
Spit fullies/
Nicer wit the hands but I land em when the blick pullyed/
I don't think twice I'm the sick type/
I know a fucker wont like me much but his bitch might/
FORMALDAHYDE DANKENSTEIN
DONE ONE
You're telling fairy tales of Common Wealth/
Contraband/
Rubber band flipping Stacks/
Major Weight/
Wait your times Up/
Hit the Scale/
Yes I'm the best in the League/
Music motivation over Money Making/
Committed to making Dreams a Reality/
I run with the Sickest Team/
No we cant be seen/
Raw like uncut Coke/
Dope track track runner/
Say what?/
I'm not buying what you're selling/
I'm what your trying to be/
At the top/
Certified/
Certainly/
Searching for a piece of mind/
What'cha talking about/
This is my 9 to 5/
Arizona's my home/
Maryvale's the block that raised me/
Affiliated since i was knee high/
Repping TSOI/
Paid dues, theres no need to lie/
Tour dates/
Tour bus/
Toured up from state to state/
My crew cant be denied/
INVISIBLES till the day that i DIE!!!!!!/
12 GAUGE PHAZE
We don't cause trouble we don't bother nobody
I'm lying get them hands up pussy this a robbery
claiming u a big dog but u don't look that vicious
beef I slow marinate and cook that brisket
my first girlfriend called giving head takin pictures
keep wildin ill start my own photo album where ur bitch live
Mary Jane's the cheba cheba and cocaina I like to call that bitch Lolita
clean and serene couple drinks c da outcome
bump or blunt
I'm caught up in the middle like malcom
birds from Atlanta like to call them falcons
gotta love a g that keep a couple p's wen the drought come
12 gauge phaze know I'm packing the gun
so I can c Wats in ur wallet like capital one
fuck folgers
best part a waking up a vanilla dutch
so wen I c my p.o. I burn a hole in the cup...what's up?
SKREWTAPE
Blow the horse radish in a 4matic/
3rd eye panoramic off the organic/
Aw damn it, yall landed on the wrong planet/
North Camden, to Bronx, Philly, we authentic/
All IN it... OUT shining with no ice/
Cold nights, stole bikes, Named my own price/
No dice, I'm so nice, they throw rice/
The game? My ho wife... Fucking up my whole life/
Right.../
I kept the Cider in the cup/
Felt Spiders in my Blood so I Light another Blunt like/
I give a Fuck if your Rifle in the Truck/
You a lover not a Fighter, I'mma fight for what I love/
That's Life, in the Tuck... wit a Dutch and a Lighter/
You the type to get a buzz, and go cipher with the Fuzz/
They like it when I bug like a slug on Bathsalts/
To bash yall mics and get right before I blast off!/
MERC VERSUS
360 Sun Cycle is the light source/
I rip the fabric of the universe and time warps/
My divine force is Sirius B, white dwarf/
Like the death of stars and the arrest of Malachi York/
You on lovers' lane, I'm on the motherplane/
Rockin' a mohawk like I'm the son of James Clubber Lang/
Now you trapped in the Mouth of Madness, Sutter Cane/
Where bloodsuckers' fangs draw innocent blood from veins/
You all believe in false teachings, ain't it crazy?/
Like nurses stickin' pins in the head of the Angel Baby/
Or a Ritalin prescription ADHD/
Psychiatrist incinerated in the flames of Hades/
C-RAYZ WALZ
SPIT RAW
My flow is on point / Like directions from a deaf dude/
Shadow box with devils/ I'm a rebel with an attitude/
Meltin microphones/ Right down to the wire/
Bout to change my fuckin name/ From SpitRaw to spit FIREEEE/
Mean mug ya Grandma/ Slap ya fuckin Grandpa/
Crippler cross face bars/ I'm the rap Chris Benoit!/
Blackin out on instrumentals/ Have u shakin in ya britches/
Descendant of a penman/ You are witnessing ascension/
If I write it then I spoke it/ If I speak it then I lived it/
When I spit it in the booth/ Guarantee u see the vision/
Cuz the point of my pen/ Is the eye and the witness/
When you hear it/ You will feel it Have you chattering ya Dentures/
Pensive wit a pencil/ Wicked with The Mentals/
I handcraft bars/ While y'all tracing with a stencil/
I'm a quintessential vandal/ Wit unlimited potential/
Johnny 5 ass niggas/ Fuck around get disassembled/