[Intro: Esoteric]

Yo, yo, it's the E.S

Brought a couple cats with me

Shit's about to get sticky

Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Esoteric]

I used to think drinking was a real disgrace

Now I drink 'til I can't feel my face

Drink 'til I can't feel the bass up in Magic Mike's truck

'Til I'm like "What?", with my eyes shut

See me in the S-Class with the fly slut

While I see your ass with the messenger bag lockin' your bike up

I strike up a conversation with the heroine

Then shoot myself in the foot like using heroin

Fuckin' with the three of us, you can never win

'Cause that was back then, now I stack yens

Date Asian chicks only to attract ends

'Cause every white chick I date likes my black friends

When I'm sixty-five, I might have a black Benz

Bark with the monocle, with the black lens

Buy mad art and take a part in wack trends

In a midlife crisis with cash to spend

[Chorus]

Cats don't even want it with my crew

Don't want this to escalate to somethin' deadly

'Cause there's just no one fucking with these devastating MC's

(We devastating)

And since you don't seem to understand

You can ask your man

He can tell you all about the mics that we rip

When we're living as these devastating MC's

(We devastating)

[Verse 2: Celph Titled]

I spark fights with the mic and leave the pops screaming shambles

Fuck your mother doggystyle while I be grippin' on her love handles

I use a sample and make it unrecognizable

My squad should fire you with a MAC-11 ignitable

Piss on a Bible while you pray to your god

I do a torn shalathon, get infinite head nods

My insignia resembles that of rocket’s being launched

Record the sound of your head exploding and put it in a song

Dead you on the remix, making beats in the graveyard

We off the hook, the mat, the meat rack and the fuckin' radar

Stuck up hoes, how many times I gotta tell you right

I'd rather fuck a fat bitch with big titties and cellulite

Niggas are shook coming at me tryin' to act hard

When I know you watch Star Trek in a Captain Picard leotard

Numb you quick, smash your head into a jukebox

Which in effect will put you in a studio with Big and Pac

I'm no joke like Arsenio Hall's stand-up

In a title 'bout I'd still knock you out even in handcuffs

This is the lingo for the next level niggas

Who put hand grenades in teddy bears and give 'em out at Christmas

With precise accuracy, destroy anatomies

I'm the nigga that gave that motherfuckin' apple to Adam and Eve

Y'all ain't ready for the return of the hard shit

Esoteric, Apathy and Celph Titled with the rawness

[Chorus]

Cats don't even want it with my crew

Don't want this to escalate to somethin' deadly

'Cause there's just no one fucking with these devastating MC's

(We devastating)

And since you don't seem to understand

You can ask your man

He can tell you all about the mics that we rip

When we're living as these devastating MC's

[Verse 3: Apathy]

Now that the gods are older, we roll with whole squads of soldiers

And an entourage of broads to massage our shoulders

I only keep hoes to fold clothes and laundry

Feed me and fan me with leaves from a palm tree

Sitting on the throne like I’m Caesar from Rome

They put my joints in their whips ‘til their speakers are blown

When I speak, better let it seep deep in your dome

I'm like God, turnin' blasphemous people to stone

Since the first chromosomes were created in sea foam

I drag my human bones to a plush beach home

When the serpent tried to trick me into copping his fruit

I slipped that shit in Eve’s drink and started knockin' her boots

I'm like God, fuck mother Earth, started breakin' atoms

Sexually your weak, you're freaks fakin' orgasms

I'm electromagnetically charged

A bolt of lightning explodes through the tip of my Bic pen when I'm writing

The fire-starter, my esophagus burns your phosphorous

Soft carcass, and causes your sarcophagus to burst in flames

Thugs gotta reverse their range

Cause when my verse is in range, the words hurt their brains

Experts convertin' verses into virtual shots

You feel the force like paratroopers in vertical drops

The Demigodz like a firing squad, with tech's shootin'

With three clips to remix this public execution

[Chorus]

Cats don't even want it with my crew

Don't want this to escalate to somethin' deadly

'Cause there's just no one fucking with these devastating MC's

(We devastating)

And since you don't seem to understand

You can ask your man

He can tell you all about the mics that we rip

When we're living as these devastating MC's

(We devastating)