Here We Come

[Hook] {x2} Here we come Walking down the street [Verse 1: 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? [Verse 2: Motive] 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 [Verse 3: MC Esoteric] 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