The Demon’s Blade

"The king of the ring, undisputed There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide" Yeah, one-two, one-two It's like one-o-o-one one-two, one-two Listen pharoah clique, man stop playing Cartier weaponry, chain gang recipe Punch you in your face After we exchange pleasantries I always understood that the Pain was a necessity put the pressure on you Until we exchange densities Stupid motherfucker thinking he Can change destiny It's a different game, man Need the same referee Me and Marciano, different people Same legacy brought a motherfucker back Still the same treachery How could you ever be a leader And bring less than me? That's the type shit that make A motherfucker dead to me Nineteen eighty-eight Back when death made leprosy Life is hard money And the pain – the accessory You catch a heart attack, coming fatter Gravy spinach Carjack your whip, put your baby in it I rock a navy fitted, AV leather Custom stitchwork My constituent more accurate Aim training in the Navy given Early with the Dirty Harry pistol Rarely my words miss you 'Til your area's crippled And buried where the worms'll get you (fucker) When I click mine, your whole clique dying Flick a slam Ricochet through hips and it's blam (blam) Bulldozer through your house (Celph pave the way) He the hardest non-graffiti artist (that sprays a K) Titanium pop screen, my voice be ice cold 'Cause just a slight tone'll burn A hole through the mic-phone Chemicals in the lab, mixed up Cause explosions Wizards in cloaks breathe smoke And sip potions FBI profilers going through the motions Psycho-analyze my behavior and emotions Alien from the abyss coming out the ocean Cops lick shots Bullets travel in slow motion Bare flesh exposed to state cause corrosion Frostbitten, frozen, bodies get ripped open The pack of wolves close in, claws Exposed skin the crows sing for the Leftovers the bones bring Scavengers with bags full of Jewelry and old rings Wash the blood off of the Gold in a cold spring This ain't nothing new, it's an ancient Old thing when man chases money But only the ghosts win Don't say that it don't sting When walking in cold winds Just fade into the forest homie Tighten your coat strings I design profound takes Over rugged soundscapes Niggas buggin', go apes When they open the drapes we kill niggas And leave bodies soaking in lakes I compose another opus as the locus await's 'Til I exist above the clouds With the past time greats I'm in a booth pounding my Chest like wild primates A black Ayatollah Khomeini Don't ever think you can play me I kidnap rappers and tell they Broke families to pay me With EBT, warehouses full of CDs So I can package sixteens Like I'm packagin' keys you need practice Your raps ain't fuckin' with these So in a words of Johnny Blaze, nigga You know my steez This is what it means to be illegally I'm lashin' out These lyrics so liesurely at least you See the beast in me So melodic, yet malicious when it manifest A manifold of manpower Quick to put your man to rest The melancholy after the mention Of severed bodies Settles in the devil's skin so Who's next to stop me? I couldn't imagine a loss I'm back with an immaculate force Ratchet with the action - a torch Actually the baddest of all Superhero, zero loss, Planetary presidential Actually a killer priest who walks With a heavy mental A cut above what you love Yeah I know I said it What you rappin' 'bout? I'm cashin' out Without a line of credit I slaughter rappers and autograph All their coffins after demonic master Your raps are good for yawns and laughter Find me standin' on your Lawn with two machetes Seven Pharaohs, fifty tanks, eighty guns You piss your pants, your lady comes this way The capital E, capital S, happy to be At the Capital Grille with your girl She wants to pay the bill Be my guest, you regress It drives me crazy like dJ Khaled sayin' "We The Best" when A-O T-P spit that nastiness My rap attack lives in a habitat that Shatters kids that work at Lids Embroiderin' hats for pussy gangs That did no bids And pay no dues, guts and glory Spit your sob story Esoteric's bars are Cannibal Holocaust level gory "Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide" We blackin' out We mobbin' on you motherfuckers Four in the morning out here We drunk out here We acting a fool, you know what I mean? Yeah, Philly in the motherfucking building Yo Stallone, how you livin' papa? A-O T-P