Lap of the Godz - RYU, Ryu Feat. Tak (SOB) & Celph Titled

Celph motherfuckin' Titled

Demigodz

Uh

I am my own hell, I am my heaven

I am my triple-six, I am my seven

Ain’t no need to call the reverend, I’mma bless 'em

Get the message?

You at ten, my shit goes to eleven (Spinal Tap)

My ascension from a slob to a rap god, heroin

Black tar, we smack y’all heretics

See I’m a seraphim, save yourself the embarrassment

The highest rankin' angel of God talkin' to cherubims

Great can’t take a break, bars never take a day off

I’m here for a purpose, The Lord don’t make mistakes

S.O.B.

in the place, you know the drilly pal

Ryu, Tak, Skully, Divine, Cheap, what up Bilal?

So come and get it, we huntin' without a license

A terrorist on this mic, call me Vanilla Isis

Takin' out you suckers and you don’t know how I did it

But you do, you know its true, but you’re too proud to admit it

I’m a… god

Curse my name, stab me in the back

But that could never change the undeniable fact

That I’m a… god

Uh, curse my name, stab me in the back (ugh)

But that could never change the undeniable fact

That…

I’m a bad man, but you can tell I’m blessed

Still feeling guilty for the things I did on Megadef

My reputation must have rung a bell and made 'em mad

Guess I’m still stackin' skeletons underground from Razor Tag

My sincerest apologies, sorry, probably bottled your spirit

And pour it out in the lobby and cop a squat in your lyrics

I’m sick and tired of comical Richard Pryor degenerates

Better get back, your neck’ll get slashed like The Revenant

Ticky Tak, turn up the temp a mil-li-on degrees

They askin' where I’ve been, well I’ve been chillin' overseas

to Royal City Avenue

Now I’m back with the firin' squad and a whole new attitude

With a violent facade, quiet, you trying too hard

with Styles of Beyond stylin', 'cause I am a god

So my method to go and get 'em is writin' the song

Spot 'em, and once I got 'em I’m swattin' the fly on the wall

I’m gone

Run, run, run from the ghetto bird

But don’t fret, I’ll even the bet with top secret jets

So when my crew lands… (what?)

Air traffic controller lookin' like the wacky wavin' inflatable tube man (damn)

If a bullet could talk… mine would say, «Fuck off, Celph Titled’s a boss!

«(aw)

I’m larger than life, use a mountain for a back rub

I just found a Malaysian airplane in my bath tub (huh?)

Royal flush holder, you wanna feed your kids granola

But I gave 'em all ice cream double dipped in ebola (aah)

I’m the reason for the Richter scale, I was sent from hell

With weapons like Christian Bale, the axe I wield’ll have your bitch impaled

(fucker)

Catch you shoppin', get on the Walmart intercom

And let the whole store know I put this dick in your mom (bitch)

Yeah I slayed and tapped it

Her face look like she was layin' next to firecrackers taped to eight

mayonnaise packets (ya heard)

Curse my name, stab me in the back

But that could never change the undeniable fact

That I’m a… god

Uh, curse my name, stab me in the back

But that could never change the undeniable fact

That I’m a GOD!