Revaporate

[Intro] Yeeaahhh yo the Evaporate Remix You gotta love it my man Dutchmassive Me, Majik Most And Celph Titled We hadda come back and evaporate your face with the remix [Verse 1: Dutchmassive] Ayo Majik says that I can say anything I want So I crush this verse right under my writers block Build a pyramid of punch lines and hover right above it Pull out the red carpet, cause Dutch can't think of nothin' And he's such a fuckin' star; can't you hear all the trumpets? Trample on your drum roll, I brought my own percussion Fuckin up the industry, re-build as it was meant to be A swift response for the gods who have sent for me A centipede named crazy legs couldn't out-do The B-Boy super-human, watch he's performin' his music Star struck rappers screw face like John Gruden Too serious about they little underground movement Press up some vinyl, hurry to do exclusives Now your closet full of Puma's is filled with dusty units (Just sittin there) next to the mic and a broomstick Some people are just so so stupid So moooove bitch get out the way Equilibrium is drunk and gettin' wilin' on stage Fuckin' up a verse and holdin' down the tropic states And we make MC's worldwide evaporate [Hook: 2X] {"I grab the mic and make MC's evaporate"} {"All MC's lets make one thing clear"} {"The madness is on motherfuckers you've been warned"} {"Lethal rhyme styles considered unbelievable"} [Verse 2: Majik Most] Ayo I'm off the meter Like Mr. Wizard launching 2 liters The new and improved Majik Most, with new features Gnawing on your girls little breast like a beaver So pack it up bitch cause I'm coming through raw Kid you know I'll smack you with a rusted hacksaw Like, oh shit! Is that a piece of his jaw?! Brawling 24/7 to sever your brethren Got you beggin' for heaven, sendin' you straight to hell And I'll be right here While you chillin' in a morgue I'm online sellin' your liver on organ.org Get your face floored while your family applauds For all of ya'll, grab the mic and never fail While you go in gay bars and order a cocktail Frontin' in the restaurant like you was the man I bought your plants; send you a batch of bad clams With more botchulism than a box of canned hams, bitch! [Hook: 2X] [Verse 3: Celph Titled] Ayo the words out, me and my team came to shut this down And my guns came too, they wanna bust some rounds Cold chillin on the block like I'm sellin' cane Choppin' bodies up, wrappin' remains in cellophane Don't mean to frighten kids I'm just a star rockin' coats lookin like they're made from Mary J Blige's wigs You should let your man speak on your behalf Cause when I let the blade slice, you'll just be half And I got a dungeon in my bathroom Plus the way I torture motherfuckers it's like I'm Vidal Sassoon Turn a blonde nigga to a redhead Futon to a deathbed Bullets keep you breastfed When I'm aiming for the chest Oh, now the games over At the Up In Smoke Tour with a flame thrower Lookin' for a dumb girl that's slower than a screw tape With a fat ass, never tell that bitch to lose weight From (?) Park to Waters Avenue One of the only rappers who takes a trip to hell every afternoon And still here to tell about it It's Equilibrium 'till the death, motherfuckers get devoured [Hook: 2X]