Here We Come - motive, Esoteric, Apathy

From the Juice era, triple-fat Goose wearer

EPMD fisherman, Champion hoodie, Timberland

The Demigod squad dressed like Rambo in camo

You can’t though, with clothes tight as J-Lo and Camp Lo

You local, I’m global, I’m loco and postal

I love bad girls, what the fuck happened to Total?

The lowest on the totem pole, you still on my scrotum, though

Downloading Ap, I’m the reason why your modem slow

Kill you on your couch like Tom Cruise on Oprah show

Where they hide the body?

Please, only me and Motive know

Better leave your girl at home, cause if I think the ho is dope?

I put my face right between her tits and do the motorboat

Super-scientifical, you’d swear I was a scientist

Experimenting on chickens with kitchen appliances

Stupid as a motherfucker, ignorant and love to fight

I consider rap beef bitch shit for sucker types

Jealous you ain’t bad as Ap, so you wrote a battle rap

Only way to get attention, how fucking sad is that?

I gotta be the sickest hittin' the airwaves

Y’all want none of me like you entering a bear cave

Or get pissed on like a building staircase

Or have my gun split your scalp like a hair braid

Let’s get it cracking, the Demigodz up in here

Fuck rapping, niggas better get a job this year

I talk about what you don’t do, but just might

I flip 'caine for cake, nigga that’s real life

A big boy game, like mixtapes by Big Mike

The Godz too hard to run with, so step light

Niggas get heaters, go off the meter, start actin' cute

'Til you meet it, find out you’re sweeter than apple juice

The yay’s where you rubble in, that’s the gear I shovel in

Hustlin', Icy Hot flow — let me rub it in

Savage and savvy, you carry baggage like caddies

I’m action-packed like I’m Jackie, double the sin like a Natty

I’m always mad, never happy

I’m blasting off cause I’m psycho

Kalashnikov is a rifle and I can rap homicidal

And pass it off as a typo

While you reelin' off Oxy

And claiming that you’re Luca Brasi

I’m, technologically advanced like Spock at the Roxie

Y’all can stand there and watch me

Cause your rap career is Bill Conti, starting off Rocky

The beat, we shot it up, yup, we Demigod it up

Chopped it up, took the game and then we locked it up

So you can talk it up online while we slashing necks

And shooting ice-grills cold stares/stairs like Alaskan steps