Attack of the Titans

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AC, Pap, and Ish... connoisseurs

Slapping nerds, Christ convert

Rappers who act disturbed

Pap smash the production, that's confirmed

Ish flirt rhyming like the Firm

Infectious gems spit with germs

Permed up, girls squirm up... strung out

In love with my pervert, squirt out... the preferred style

Call me the anamoly, the GOD that had Pharoahs studying stars

Astronomy, obliterate ya colony

Hysterically, Dave Chappelle comedy

Grandiosity discharged dishonorable

Smart money on me I'm a pimp honestly

Guarantee my dick size incomparable

Breaking and entering, this a bar fight and I'm bartendering

Ya'll gettin disbarred pretending to be barbarians

I'm spittin bully bars beautiful bombard your barracks

Sharp lines barberred barraging bottles like "Refrigerator" Perry

Precise cut of the finest drunk off rhyming, it's the Attack of the Titans

 

1:40

The titans attack- Ish, Christ and Pap- us giants stomp fast

Entire empires might just fall flat, you can’t run or hide from all that

No survivors no prisoners, one bite is all it takes because you miniature

I call you MCs McDonald’s how the dinners served

The portions get smaller and then they tell us less is more for a dollar

So of course we rise onward to see for sure whose taller

Who’s honor acts as armor to defend the families of the farmers

See... come... slaughter, we don’t come for your gold, no... we come for your daughters

I was in your village killing it when you was still just a little kid

The battlefield still exists, I am still in it just to see who the last victim is

Happy militant and magnificent whenever I grab the pistol grip

You call it madness sickening I call it Cronus, the elder god, back to sit as king

To human sacrifice I am smiling like the Roman that killed the Christ king

Above gods in the stars teeth gnashing and biting god of war get the pacifists fighting

Old fashion with the bolt action, I’m sniping battle axe swing with the last of the Vikings

Smoke you, smite you, like the flash of the lightning... this the Attack of the Titans!

 

3:05

Ayo... box cutter blade, rusty 8, crusty corner jack

Till I get my hands on it all, I'm never falling back

Keep my raffee bucket on tilt, Crystal spilt

Feel no guilt for the opps that got killed, only built

For the cuban link, moving coke distinct for the dead face

Piping dimes till the bed break, we dread the fed case

Living rapidly my life is moving at a jet pace

Cop the work from the Columbians 'round where the Nets play

We connect shit, G.O.D is my reflection, in the beemer flexing

Sliding trough Medina bumping Smith & Wesson, this perfection

What we striving for, reside in fly decor

Seeing shit with my 2 eyes I wish I never saw

But that's the lifestyle of the nightchild

Used to roll the the haze up in the White Owl

But it's kush and rolls right now

Safe connection denim over gucci aces, busting on groupie faces

Son, I swear to god I knew we make it

Shit is lit like roman candles, Hoe... you know the handle

Known to only roll with bitches moving contraband and vandals