Dump the Clip - Planetary, Esoteric, Celph Titled

One-two, one-two

Pharaoh shit, nigga!

Yo, I live life according to The Low End Theory

A champion, the trophy goes to me, clearly

Most of these niggas fear me, seriously

I’m a step above God, my apostles cheer me

Tap if you hear the Desert Eagle spittin'

With a Buhloone Mindstate I start Ego Trippin'

Back in the lab, I’m the mad scientist

Keep your eye on this, when I roar I’m lion-esque (yes!)

Untamed, my style is mundane, consumed from the moon

Until the sun done changed

Done done, I done came, conquered my insanity

The man in me evolves through my vanity

All black tee, Philly fitted with a black P

Niggas ain’t ready for war to blast me (B!)

Ask me if I give two shits

If you ain’t Pharaohs, QD, my kids, or my bitch

E.S.

I made the track rap your dome

We uncanny like David and Manny, you chasin' balls

Out in left, while I’m circlin' third and being waved home

Murderin' herbs, reveal words to your nose bone

I’m Larry Holmes with a left and a right

I’m Roy Jones winnin' fights on consecutive nights

I’m Luke Sky with the blast shield down, cats kneel down

This is boom-bap, real rap, steel sounds

I watch NESN at seven, I watch the news at eleven

To look for MC’s I lyrically murdered

And the bodies that I deserted, they probably didn’t deserve it

But I had to do it to them, I gotta pride of lions

That love wack rapper meat, so I throw it to 'em

The Mighty Thor with the mind of Michael Moore

This type of war ends games like the final score

«It's as if the Pharaohs have returned.»

Yeah!

Celph Titled!

I can’t see y’all from where I’m at

I like the smell of napalm in the mornin', while I’m eatin' my Apple Jacks

My battle axe acts as a last resort death kill

Quarantine your city, it’s about to be a lead spill

Faggots better (Fall back!) Said I ain’t got (Raw raps!)

Fuck made you (Doubt that!) Fuck boy (I'm all that!)

Arrows with explosive tips

I’m about to get real ill on some ill, good old Coka Nostra shit

That’s gritty and gangster, Vinnie, pass me a banger

I’ll abort you little sports with a rusty hanger

Parker Brothers say my name, y’all start to stutter

Slicin' pussies, I’m a certified carpet cutter

Handgun (automatic!) Shotgun (pump-action!)

Me with your wife, that’s (automatic pump-action!)

Laundromat thug passion, we wash bundles there

Keep a gun tucked in the motherfuckin' Snuggles bear