Rap Titans ft. Ruste Juxx, Psycho Les, ILL Bill & Big Stretch The Demon Slayer Lyrics

Gyeah what up, Crown Heights to Canada

Yo, my heart pump like a killer shrew, I gotta eat em

My dominions know that I am a beast, they gotta feed em

Claws rip through flesh, mangle and maul, death bite to the juggler and all

I run with a pride, or should I say a pack, you run for your life when the wolves on your back

Wild African dogs, teeth that crush through bones

Taking over kingdoms when I rush through zones

Mic gripped and my fist spit lava, it's Vic Flair, New York Street Survivor

Based on a true story, you know what crime it is

When niggas get shot down, you know to mind your biz

Guns up aimed at your cranium, I'm indestructible, harder than titanium

With bare hands I will choke your life out

Heart stop beating then it's lights out, fuck nigga

It's the rap titans, I see you sucker MC's hiding

Got the crowd mosh pit wilding

We burning trees down like lightning

It's the rap titans, we pack guns with a license

Yo street maverick, grab the tool, hit the avenue

Yabba dabba doo, caveman attitude

Causing damage with language like heavy anguish of a magnitude

Pumping food, pushing work, paying dues, the player rules

Grindin' harder than ever, holding the metal, getting ready for warfare

They all scared if we go there

Keep it movin', we provin' the movement like Peruvian coca producing

We shooting for the moon, looney tunes

Bang bang boogie, back to chopping, cookie chopping nookie

Sleazy mack up on the track ya fuckin' rookies

Schooled in the ways of street livin, heat driven

Big brother watching every move, ain't tryna see prison

Weak visions, got these politicians on a bleak mission

Countdown to Armageddon, better get your seat tickets

Cheap bitches, the hood is full of slimy sneak snitches

Could be your neighbor on the phone telling the dees info, eh yo

It's the rap titans, I see you sucker emcees hiding

Got the crowd mosh pit and wildin', we burning trees down like lightning

It's the rap titans, we pack guns with a license

I'm the high priest of crime scenes

Cut off your finger for a diamond ring

Your hand for a Rolex, I apply heat

Pack a firestorm, my firearms sing your final song

Slugs whistle by your dome singing hi I'm home

Acting like a maniac, no remorse, broken whores, broken laws

Broken bottles, broken jaws, soak up the sauce, let it marinate, it's Coka of course

Here come the cult leaders and coke dealers, open the door

Draw quite the crowds so always keep the nine around

Fuck Frank, fuck Seidlebaum, I'ma take the title now

Quinn Harley, gun stash, Steve Harvey mustache

Mind ya fucking business where we keep the shwammy tucked at

Us versus the globe, verse in the chrome, she twerking it ho

Pink pussy and the purplish dro, tuck the gat under conducter hat, the fuck are you at

Get the strap, illest Bill with the funkiest raps

It's the rap titans, it's the rap titans

Defeating emcees in rhyming

It's the rap, rap titans, defeating emcees in rhyming

It's the rap titans, defeating emcees in rhyming, I see you sucker emcees hiding

Big whips, big clips, big everything

28 inch rims, watch the metal spin

Yo we better win, never settling

When we enter the room, salute these veterans

We keep it hype and excite, like ephedrine

I grab the mic that was passed off by my bredrens

Any pussy want test we straight dead them

Blaze an L stay high like Redman

Prendelo

It's the rap titans, I see you sucker emcees hiding

I got the crowd mosh pit wildin'

We burning trees down like lightning, prendelo

It's the rap titans, shotgun with a license, Toma

Pack guns with a license, don't worry I got a license

We burning trees down like lightning