Luxor Temple (feat. Blacastan, Vinnie Paz, Apathy, Esoteric, Celph Titled

[Blacastan]
The league of extraordinary gentlemen indeed
And proceed to take the underworld under siege
The most decorated, celebrated soldier on the scene
The most underrated, overhated [bad word] on my team
Black ops, black cops, falling on black tops
And I pursue chasing suspects through back blocks
superhero shooting supernovas through my toaster
Face on a poster, hiding out in Nova Scotia
Break a mic over my knee, like Canseco kid
Still wanted on the run like I'm Pecos Bill
Spit quicker than a six shooter off of the hip
With thicker chicks in Bermuda blowing coke off the [bad word] Living the life of a pharaoh, in this modern day Babel [bad word]  too many [bad word] could leave a [bad word] sterile
My whole battalion, snatchin' olympic gold medallions
Like old italians, season they gravy with the scallions

[Vinnie Paz]
Official Pistol Gang click it and spark
I swear y'all mother [bad word] made [bad word]  an art
Vampire y'all mother [bad word] stick through the heart
I don't rap over beats Vinnie rip em apart
I smell fear y'all was [bad word] from the start
Y'all are sweeter than a fructose kiss in the dark
I was here first I'm an aboriginal's thought
I have poison on the pen like an indigenous dart
My name box cutter I'm about to christen em, lord
Like a jail dude ima stick a shiv in em, lord
Throw a left hook then I take a [bad word] on em, lord
Salt pepper ketchup everything I get in the store
They say the Siciliano was wild nice
I'm keep em feeding every block like I'm fried rice
Stupid rapper you could get punched in the eye twice
You could never walk in my shoes or live my life

[Apathy]
This is tricknology trick trickle triple six
Blood droplets and optics I'm sick I'll slit your wrists
I'm wickeder than wicked witches or the wickedest men
I scribble on period pads get a whiff of this pen
I make pussies pop like ping pongs or [bad word] whores
Muddy floors from the bodies I buried in bloody wars
Blood in, blood out let em bleed out (repeat)
Radar got em, I spotted em, shot at rocket at em
Crushed em and forget em, in bottomless pits
Places where the goblins exist we gotta get chips
So we plot to rob all the rich I'm rotten, you [bad word] How you think I'm rocking these kicks
I'm kickin it with Amon-Ra inside a rocketing ship
This the power of ether, I'm like a towering creature
Who figured out how to feature, by devouring speakers
I'm the pope of the pompous
Smoking dope with the Pontiff
Selling coke to Pocahontas
I poked in the Oval Office

[Esoteric]
I'm a dragon, exhaling the flames
Killing, impaling the lames
Demons are still in my brain
The evilest militant gang
Pharaoh clique,{ NOT talented, } / (Gallant to notorious)
I'll bust your [bad word]  [bad word] Slap boxing with oven mitts, I'm rugged with... words
Cops they don't want me murdering the locals but they (but what?)
Let me do it like Motorhead vocals, listen
Right brain, left handed, I'm a perfect mess
Mic's flames, don't touch it, it could burn your flesh
I'd rather steer my wagon here past the peer
To a certain death than have to hear about your rap career
Got it?
Everything I spit's got a golden seal
Authentic furniture flow, yeah I'm sofa real
Your day job is the only time you load the steel
General Zod [bad word]  make opponents kneel
I try to kill em off and make sure that they die
But they keep coming back and I (Don't know why!)

[Celph Titled]
Flash the hammer at you in front of the nail shop (Is he crazy?)
I want you dead so bad I'll sleep on them jail cots (I'll do it.)
You in the hospital bed, I ain't satisfied
I need you on the coroner table, ribs open wide
Die for my respect til I'm laying on the pavement
Knowing I got a job in Hell narrating for Satan
They say I'm alre