Dumb High - Apathy, Motive, Esoteric, Open Mic & Celph Titled: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Apathy, Motive, Esoteric, Open Mic & Celph Titled

Dumb High

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Dumb High was released on March 5, 2013 by Demigodz Enterprises as a part of the album Killmatic

Song Details

Release DateMarch 5, 2013

LabelDemigodz Enterprises

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM90

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Apathy

Performer

Motive

Performer

Esoteric

Performer

Open Mic

Performer

Celph Titled

Performer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Apathy

Producer

Lyrics

There'll never be a better cracker rapper for a lack of better words

Batter up, I'm bad as fuck, fuck a battle

Y'all are nerds, Nerf balls in a Super Bowl

Absolutely absurd, serve rappers like soup bowls

With skulls for dessert, search up, you'll certainly get sunk

Drive your whip off a pier with you tied up in the trunk

This is truck music, ask your girlfriend 'cause we fuck to it

Inside a SUV, I set you free

Rip your soul out your body, I'ma let you see

The cosmos, God's close, turn your flesh into compost

I'm confident, dick big as the Washington Monument

I'm grimy as fuck, but still walk amongst the opulent

Abandon ship, rip your spirit out, then I banish it

Then channel it with ancient manuscripts and amulets

Come from Willimantic, keep speaking that Spanish shit

Don't throw me on the beat if you don't want me to damage it

I'm on some other shit now just for the fuck of it

I get down like Chris Brown do, but more cut a bitch

My money grows on trees, a dope farmer

I'm from presidents that represent me, ****, like Shawn Carter

I say my rhymes sort of like a suicide bomber

When marijuana leave your city smoking like Osama

The Demigodfather here to settle problems with beef

All my utensils metal, ****, I'm starving, let's eat

Handled the job for any faggots thinking gauze is sweet

The prodigy to bring havoc when D-R mob's deep

It's hell on Earth if I don't cake up much quicker

The kid can't function with no paper like a printer

Like Ninja Turtles with no Splinter

Strippers with no tippers, hip-hop with no ****

Yeah, right, I got a motherfucking plan to get it cracking, fam

Have you held up and stuck like a traffic jam

Where your bars at? We don't horse around

This ain't Fallout, you can get tortured now

You ain't killing the game, your Escalades are four-cylinder

I'm a supervillain spitting villainous slang

The Dillinger bang, I wasn't my voice, my weapon of choice

Blogs take my links like they stealing my chain

You ain't the master, but I'm willing to train

Fuck a rapper, turn singer, dawg, I'm feeling no pain

Got my body on Earth and my brain on the moon

I'm in two places at once like MF DOOM

I get you lifted like cannabis sativa

Lyrically Footloose like cannabis in Teva's

It's unanimous, the ether like when

QB speak on the Jay Nas beef

You cop hagar briefs at TJ Maxx in chaps

I don't fuck with that, I'm Polo strapped

I don't know you dogs, so no more dap

We the best alive, you couldn't get this fly

With Miyagi chopsticks and pesticide

You tell 'em I'm coming, and Hell's coming with me, you hear?

Hell's coming with me!

Man, listen, I'ma show you what you been missing

I spit with conviction like rap's my religion

Smash up your set, then I'm bailing like I'm Christian

Too late for you to escape, we'll snake Plissken

A man on a mission, man on a wire

I'm Denzel, bringing you Hell, man on fire

This shit is getting old, so I plan to retire

But plans often change, now my name's on your flyer

The innovator, old school Demigod originator

Stay fresh, keep my notebooks in the refrigerator

Dictionary dictator, sort of like a waiter

The way I serve MCs'll make you wanna tip me later

No need for the gratuity, I'm tearing that ass up

I never pass up the opportunity

To take your shit talk and flush it, I'm no joke

Boy, you should've known by now, Eazy-Duz-It

Outside my house is investigators

So I invest in gators to rip the chest of a perpetrator

Plus the K9 squad of German Shepherds and Rotts

And when they catch you, they gon' show you what Heaven is not

I'm a man of mystery, put them grams on the triple beam

Fifty grand when I spit my speech (You ain't shit to me, bitch)

No cereal in my gun, I got tricks up my sleeve

Frosted Flakes on my blow, Lucky Charms in my weed

Ridiculous, but inconspicuous

Crime computers have my name with dangerous in parenthesis

I burst the casket, I'm off the hinges

These are syringes filled with criminal vengeance

I get the dough, I got the props

Sniper on speed dial, I call the shots

Alert the marshals, the feds, yeah, the policemen too

Just know if faggots didn't exist, then neither would you

Implementing scientific principles and technological

Procedures never before tested on a human being

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