Fed to the Lions (feat. Vinnie Paz, Reef the Lost Cauze, Planetary, Apathy, Esoteric & Celph Titled)

Yeah! This Spartan music man! This Sparta! I'm a fucking Spartan man! Listen! Yeah!
 Boxcutter Pazzy alias Lucifer's friend
 Yahweh Ben Yahweh loosen the pen
 I shoot it before I'm not against shooting again
 I'm through with you buls, you not ever moving again
 Y'all are bus riders, hoppin' the deuce to the ten
 Vinnie a carnivore y'all is arugula fem
 Mecca Medina followed by Jerusalem then
 I'm a gorilla from the Biblical zoo with the pen
 Kool G, Moe Dee, I'm a fusion of them
 The physical manifestation of music from them
 Pill bottles, Grey Goose and hallucinogens
 The MC decapitated no uses for them
 Round the clock shots I bang all year
 Raise your guns and salute cause the gang's all here
 Niggas had minor setbacks but that's all clear
 It's the Army Of The Pharaohs the sum of all fears
 Ah yeah, I'm so focused I'm damn near laser like
 Sharp as a razor, you's small fries like tater bites
 McNugget MC's, popcorn chickens
 The nine has arisen and I'm not gon' miss
 I'm not gon' listen to anything rational
 I'm hardheaded and indifferent
 So I'm all in your kitchen
 Looking through the silverware
 The gaze of a killer's stare, gorilla's back with silver hairs
 Keep the metal grungy like Silverchair
 Drinking so much Vodka that I'm 'bout to have a liver scare
 Low Life like the Skillionaire
 And I bet it be a fucking riot whenever my niggas there
 My code name is Cocaine
 I'm propane with no flame
 I make green like David Banner or a fake gold chain
 I'm Cobain with no brain
 It's no pain, it's no gain
 I'm Conan, I'm Chopin, the dope man, I'm profane
 I'm Xanax, I'm Prozac, I'm rap when it was pro black
 I'm so crack, I go back to parties playing Soul Clap
 The old head Jamaicans with machine guns on mopeds
 The "Oooh you in trouble when dad get's home, you're so dead"
 I'm more Timbs than Pro Keds
 I'm Rakim, I Know The Ledge
 I know the Feds photo len's follow me it's code red
 If hoes claim it's "code red", it's all good, it's all head
 Don't want a problem with me, no sweat
 I'll body you, I'm Boba Fett
 Yo
 The raps are murderous and lethal
 Flow, never ending like Fast And Furious sequels
 Oh
 Now you's a gangsta, what's that sounding like?
 My speeds the Batmobile, your speeds a mountain bike
 Yeah
 I write an album in a day
 It takes you a week to come up with one clever thing to say
 Too busy hashtagging
 Too busy humble bragging
 Too busy saying that you working when your feet dragging
 We in Barcelona
 You in bars alone, uh, plus your car's a loaner
 I'm back into focus
 You jabroni's splashing on cologne the hopeless
 You don't know what women like, you know aromas
 Your team's a carcinoma
 My team's the Army soldiers
 We all contribute to the game, I'm just the largest donor
 The spit is sick dog, yeah I bark at owners
 The Man Of Steel, Superman without the Clark persona
 Let's take a trip inside the mind of a mobster
 Let's see a rare kind of monster (uurh)
 Iron I'm palmin', I am Brian De Palma (aww)
 If Bush hired Osama then fire the Llama (pow)
 Light the ganja scoma and spit shine my armor (yea)
 Want weed see the rasta man
 Wanna get killed, come see the "put your noodles in your pasta man"
 (And that's me)
 Backyard got snow in the summer
 I mean I got ski slopes, I am in beast mode
 Silly puddy my C-4 (uh-huh)
 No dot com's or dot nets
 When I rock different links so stop and kiss the pinky ring (the boss)
 Act tough and I might laugh
 I'm a giant
 Sit up out my chair and block your motherfuckin' flight path