Текст песни Conjure the Legions (Celph Titled) с переводом

In '95 this rap style was impressive

By 2005 most rappers lost the message

2014, rappers wearing dresses

Shit is tough to look at like airplane wreckage

Check it

I’ma waste you, the chemicals will lace you

My rep keeps growing like Emma Stone’s face do

You recently decent, I’ve been a beast every season

My pen and speech is the reason I’m pulling wenches with ease

And I’ll take that Benz that you’re leasing

And put a dent and a crease

In the driver side, leave you leaking

A homicide, call a deacon

I’ll have you wheezing in deep

Breathing, the beat I’m just meat

Cleaving, I’m coming to meet

Steven King, I’m a demon ayo

Keep me out of reach of your children’s ears

This the surgeon general warning

You rap moguls I’m the shit to hear

Crystal clear, missiles tear through the fiscal year

Bombs over Baghdad, official pistol issued fear

Fear not, the air is hot, your atmosphere popped

Every bar souvenir, nigga, keep your ears locked

Dog, you must got me chopped

Everything about me rugged

Low rugby ruckus: my middle name and I’m soul crushing

(It's nothing)

Wiping the dust off the Paper Mate

I’ll leave a paper trail for my niggas like it’s The Great Escape

Save the date, the birthday of the Bathing Ape

No holds barred, bar none, I’mma raise the stakes

I was raised by a pack of werewolves in the woods

Grew up studying Mobb Deep, 'Give Up The Goods'

Now I’m walking down the block, half human half monster

Stronger, full moon’s rise I go bonkers

I’m popular in Hell like The Lox in Yonkers

Glocks and bombers, box full of rocket launchers

Optic lasers, 2Pac tapes and box cutters

I ain’t playing with none of you cocksuckers

Make whores stop at the store first to cop rubbers

Got lawyers on retainer if one of these cops touch us

I ain’t feeling what they did to Kelly Thomas

Keep guns on us so they’ll never beat me unconscious, listen

Listen up motherfucker, I’m sick and tired of playing with y’all

My gun told me I’m a sucker for aiming at y’all

I am from a different cloth, no relation to y’all

And when it come to me and you, it’s no patience involved

The Luciferian conspiracy of Forward Pass

Allah seeking while y’all are speaking the balderdash

Cipher protocol, indecipherable ocean mask

The Code of Baphomet, I will worship the goat and laugh

Follow what you have found, I will lead you to us

Every single record sold is a beacon to us

He a greaseball but he like a Rican to us

It’s like a carnivore eating a vegan to us

You can’t tame a villain that’s trained for the killing

Insane in the brain off of the pain that he’s feeling

I don’t tear it down, I cave and break through the ceiling

I don’t spare these clowns I continue to drill 'em

I bury them alive to stop the pussy from squealing

Your music’s all fool’s gold, that’s not for appealing

Listen, I don’t rhyme without a reason

Money makes me metamorphosize to a demon

Bitches lined up screaming murder for the semen

Two for every one, so I had to bring the team in

AOTP, niggas best to pledge allegiance

So cats are universal with your head right to the cement

Look behind door number one, and it might be a rifle

How dare you think you could read the psyche of a psycho

I got a demon as a house pet

Arsenal equipped with alien technology (what?) that ain’t out yet

My CD ain’t biodegradable

So they gon' find it centuries ahead but won’t have nothing that can play it

though (whatever)

Oh the irony, your flesh needs ironing

We buried you in a mountain cape but that was just a minor thing

They say you can hear the beach inside a seashell

But all I hear is «murder» when I load the pump with these shells

Competition might be good but they ain’t half as nice

I set the bar so high it interfere with space satellites

Your shit is trash homie, please don’t hype it

Whatever we spit, these dweebs gon' bite it

Your girl fucked all of us, please don’t wife it

These rappers is selling lies but we don’t buy it

I live off of three words: release and fire

Y’all described in three words: weak and tired

When I go to war, I don’t mean I beat this guy up

I mean I went in his mouth removed his teeth with pliers

I mean… he no longer sleeps at night 'cause

I pulled him out his car and made him eat the tires

This is Hell on Earth, may you all sleep in fire

You’ll be the dopest alive the day Reef retires

They know my rhyming scheme is a pattern of dying dreams

I’m glad it’s over, a disease to a dying breed

A pitbull lion who screams, who’s surrounded by bees

A pack of wolves, your career will be over with ease

«Nigga please» is a new motto I live by

On records I’m still fly, y’all rappers will still die

We all monstrous, Godzilla spitter honors

Spit on the ground, pollute the soil man and kill the farmers

Y’all all goners I’m still rocking that dope shit

Y’all progress is hopeless, I’m a product of dopeness

I learned from the best, can’t you smell the uniqueness?

Animal instinct, I can smell your fucking weakness

The enforcer, change your whole life course

The mic cords be recharging my life force

The nice bul from north, I get the point across

You on our balls, I ain’t even on the forth bar

I pack a powerful punch, I make a horse fall

Your shorty wetting her drawers, I make a house call

You get your mouth off, I’m not even here for y’all

I’m here for reasons that have clearly been stated before

The greatest of all, equated to the falling gods

The homie never been accused of ever falling off

Supported by the most offensive rappers breathing air

You wanna keep it fair, get your fucking people here