Well, Well, Well - Demigodz

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Yeah, yeah, yeeaah-he

You better know now or know how

We so foul and profound

Blowouts, CDs sold out, the illest no doubt

When Celph Titled rolls out, immaculate respect

Uzis and TECs, protect your neck with a teflon turtleneck

Bitch there ain’t a diesel cat that could face me

You don’t really want to run your mouth and have to make me

Summon the gods with my mystery chant

And perform the running-man for my victory dance

Murder motherfuckers mostly over money with guns to they tummy

Hollow-tips that leave you stiffer than a mannequin, dummy

Record a demo while the Demigodz make new songs

Your better off running the triathalon with parachutes on

A real bug-nigga, and that’s how I’m better known

You make beats, I’d rather rhyme to a metronome

Other crews got egos but can’t floss right

I’ll run them over, have 'em smoking the exhaust pipe

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Yeah, yeah, yeeaah-he

Already proved that all my rhymes are wicked enough

They sleep when you on the mic, you’re fucking Jigglypuff

A big kid, yeah, fuck, I don’t wanna grow up

And I don’t care what he says, yo he can suck a… know what

I’m bigger than that, smile when you kicking my raps

Have converstions with your girl while she sits on my lap

Yo, stop talking about they girls man, it’s starting to get old

Well, umm, no tell they girls to stop leaving they clothes

The reason I flow is not to just get us indoors

Pops in barber shops like my son is better than yours

Cause and effect, Rise is the effect and the cause

All those who came before I just perfected their flaws

Perfect because I have to be, look at my town

Neglecting the laws of gravity, I’m not coming down

There’s cops on the ground that look like dots on a map

From the level of where I’m at when I’m dropping, you wack

Bounce

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Yeah, yeah, yeeaah-he

I rock rhymes that blow ends, drop lines like gold friends

Pull dimes that start trends, while your trying to make amends

Your girls be like your wallet, all fives and no tens

Actually they’re all ones, you bust with small guns

I look like an MC who murders the spot

Like Derek Jeter looks, like a smaller version of The Rock

Bitch please, I never ever met a dick-tease

I’m so cool that when I spit frees my spit freeze

Old Yeller, I’m known to leave a fella

With more cuts and scratches than the Shook Ones acapella

You want to fuck around with Esoteric

And blown on some bullshit like working-dice-credit

When rappers try they usually step and die

Then MCs get the message like a number I don’t recognize

Your call her back, pop minds they hear me freestyle

And spend the next seven days hittin' redial

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Yeah, yeah, yeeaah-he

I keep the planet under my spell, under my reign

I stay on tracks, while throwing rappers under the train

I’m numbing your brain, stunning you while tonguing your dame

I appreciate her, everything that’s under her brain

When reciting it’s lighting with thunder and rain

A Demigod that’s beyond your small blundering brains

Fortune and fame, really it’s just one and the same

That I obtain while you’re still a bum begging for change

Tryna front like you’re new and really nothing has changed

You ain’t underground, you’re locked in a dungeon with chains

You’re not a thug 'cause you rock your little Lugz and a chain

I’m a slug, nah fuck that, I’m double the pain

Your hussling game is lame, couple bucks and a name

Maybe some buckets of champagne with sluts in the range

I’ll fuck with your brain and flex so your muscles are strained

Until your nothing but a punk clutching crutches and canes

Muthafucka

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Yeah, yeah, yeeaah-he

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