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    [Celph Titled:]
    Yeah, Celph Titled
    The motherfucking doctor of destruction
    Back with the Esoterrorsmit yo
    It does what it does cause we do what we do, let's go

    [Verse 1: Celph Titled]
    Smash ya, keep a tech 9 in my dresser
    Lyrical professor, keep you under pressure
    Mind like a thousand computers, you better re-rout your manouvers
    Cause my soldier recruiters murder producers
    Who'll blast holes through your promo-poster
    With black bazookers, we now playin dice
    But we some certified crab shooters
    Rap barracoutas, Kill it better, pass the Buddah/Buddha
    We put a stop to your weight watching - yet you're still a fat loser
    It's dissapointing but I got bigger fish to fry
    Super-size a Great White - that's the type of fish I fry!
    You didn't listen guy, I done told you
    Got you stuck off the realness and that's what done told you
    (Can you stop rhyming the same phrases?)
    No. My brain's been misplaced in a vacant space basement that the cavemen made
    I drank some razor blades right before I ate grenades
    Then I swam with Crocodiles in a pool of Gatorade
    And this might be, Murder-Death-Kill part 3
    But since then me and ES grew sharp shark teeth
    Carve apart our beefs into [? ] barf meet
    I stay tar tar treat in a charred car seat

    [Chorus: Esoteric with Vinnie Paz]
    You can get it however you want it, little crumb
    I can leave the microphone bloody, crippled drums
    I'm a fucking warlord, blood-stained floors
    I'm the opposite of pure drugs [? ] war

    [Verse 2: Trademarc]
    You want the god of war? Man I'm a connoisseur
    A piece of love in my life is more foreign than your corner store
    Lump you, dump you, straight to the waters floor
    Pump you, slash you, knife you, mask and glove, midnight you
    But just not write you, cause I ain't like you
    You're just a fad, your double-time raps?
    Just twice as bad than anything you ever had
    Shit talk and you're zip locked
    Bagging you up, and I don't mean Glad
    Stacking you up and I don't hear your mans laughing it up no more
    Running his mouth, or backing it up no more
    Leaving battle fields scattering shields
    Shatter bodies in tattered rags
    Smoking guns in my saddle bag
    Cracking tags in the badge off of those that remain
    So I remember the names
    Of those slain - on this rugged terrain, fucker!

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    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3: Karma]
    In war I run at foes with a cut axe
    I rhyme like we under attack
    I rhyme like Rakim is sitting on my back
    Critiquing every rhyme, he's weakening my spine but strengthens every line
    To the dismantling of a great mind
    Can Chris Hansen save our kids on Datline?
    I drink a rich swine with a bit of strick nine
    (Ain't) No one in my mind, I'm never gonna see my prime
    I'm getting mine's, by, any, means, necessary
    Karma, they're my adversaries
    Is it imaginary or just as scary
    That wars worth more than blood on my capillaries
    I'm not playin kid, I'll never take up (arms)
    In this cold world, I just chill with frost
    I'm hardcore, worse more than
    A beast who creeps across floorboards - on all fours
    The Art of Warlord.

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 4: Esoteric]
    Yeah we afraid of nothing
    You ain't built for this, you a plush to you made a stuffing[? ]
    You ain't kill for this, You a slug boy, I'm here to snuff it
    I'm a soldier raised on pain and suffering
    You a wussy that be softer than a plate of muffins
    I'm the type to transform a sand storm into man form
    Like Flint Marco
    A premonition like I jetted in on Donnie Darko
    These DJs have been in vinyl
    Now they frontin with disc breaks like Monte Carlos
    My sound wave will ravage and rumble
    What you rappers just stumble over your words, you actually tumble
    I'm back in a bundle, I came first like the go-bots(?)
    My sight kill you lost boys, eat maggots like mic kills
    Dream majic, I write I'll
    You sleep past the night thrill
    I smash thugs with frosty mugs, there's your rice grill
    Your mind has more poker dots than a white dress at Nascar
    While I'm a party animal, I rep to the last bar

    "At least we know this much Perry
    Eso will stop at nothing to pursuit to rule
    Therefore, he must be stopped"
    "He's a very clever arch criminal who must be put away"
    "I have escaped from Arkam Asylum and revenge will be sweet"
    [Batman:] "Oooo that is bad news commisioner"

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