Agony Fires (Feat. Vinnie Paz, Planetary, Celph Titled & Apathy)

[Intro]

“Monsieur le juge, ce cahier contient des notes rédigées… J’attire votre attention sur les changements spectaculaires de style d’écriture, de ton et de point de vue. Ce que vous avez sous les yeux, ce sont les pensées intimes de plusieurs personnalités différentes. Si vous me permettez, quelques explications … merci”

Your honour, this notebook contains written notes… Notice the spectacular changes of writing style, of tone, and of opinions. What you have in front of your eyes are intimate thoughts of many different personalities. If you’ll allow me to explain, thank you.

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

I’ll lick a shot in the sky, a war dawn, y’all gone, cousin Optimus Prime
You a [bad word]  one of seven hundred Solomon’s wives
I was in Constantinople during Ottoman’s shine
My Glock is a nine, my .38 Wesson a beautiful [bad word] You rhyme like a ho find a more suitable pitch
You about to find out why German Lugers exist
Dig a hole, bury yourself, beautiful ditch
It ain’t a single man living can [bad word] with the beast [bad word] rapper altar boy, you [bad word] the priest [bad word] a cop dirty pig, we bucking police
Dirtbag can’t make money, he’s stuck in the streets

[Verse 2: Planetary]

What you think? I’m sitting in this cage for nothing
If they release me it’s curtains, that’s why I live in the dungeon
All black, nothing lit up, I set up walls
And hang bodies that I hit up, can’t fit us all
Warchild got machetes with old blood on the tip
Paz sitting with artillery to blow you to bits [bad word]  King Syze with the get-away
All-black Yukon, shoes on everything
Gunplay nowadays more frequent
More real niggas mad falling off the deep end
And your life depends on me
I ice out the whole joint and put your men on freeze

[Chorus: Planetary]

Start a riot in here, now who with me?
Who the [bad word] gonna ride when the [bad word] gets shifty?
Where my niggas at? I know who ride with me
This Pharaoh [bad word] for life, they gonna die right with me

Start a riot in here, now who with me?
Who the [bad word] gonna ride when the [bad word] gets shifty?
Where my niggas at? I know who ride with me
This Pharaoh [bad word] for life, they gonna die right with me

[Verse 3: Celph Titled]

Spur of the moment I could strike with a strategic blow
I hold the heaters low and ground you up inside a pita roll
Explosive botanist, obvious that I plant bombs
I stand out in crowds like I got fluorescent pants on
Satanic candles lit in my recording room
I’m making hits singing songs on death in autotune
Put a bear trap on your ankle, drop you off at Footlocker
Mug the manager like what the [bad word] s popping?
Punks dropping while I stand tall
You see me, you’ve seen the greatest rapper, modern man’s fall
Electric meat shaver, that’s a modern man’s saw
Precision chop limbs after I bodyslam y’all

[Verse 4: Apathy]

Hands off, body chopper, bloody opera singer
Satan’s trigger finger, rock the bells in Hell, call me a dead ringer
Freddy Kruger sweater rocker, Beretta [bad word] I dead a copper, head to Czechoslovakia before they spot me on security cams
My maturity shows when I take these young rappers and I murder their flows
Including Weezys and Jeezys, if I had a genie
I’d make major label rappers Ice Cubes and Eazys
Monster with the freeze when I’m conquering MCs
I be airing rappers out like I’m sponsored by Febreeze
If you stop to get some Zs I just haunt you in your dreams
Smuggle yey from Medellín and vacation in Belize

[Chorus]