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Yo you ready for real ************t? Pull your guns off the shelf |
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******* ******* rubbing your ******* and finger yourself |
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The uncanny Don Juan DeMarco Ricky Ricardo |
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Strapped with extra arsenals, you know the motto |
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I put the metal right in front of your face |
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And let that mother******* loose until the ************t disintegrates |
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Ain't never seen a ******* who can rhyme like me |
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Grip the nine like me and split your spine like me |
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Certified expertise with these rhyming degrees |
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I got a violent disease that make me eager to squeeze |
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My applause is a gun clap (whatt?) shouldn't have done that |
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Celph Titled hold back? Nah son ******* that |
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I'm the top of New York the God spectacle |
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Highly respectable, your ************t is unacceptable |
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Go back to the lab and try to prevail |
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You couldn't be on point if you slept on nails |
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And that's my word duke you can take it for granted |
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I own the whole universe and that includes this planet |
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Go against me you might as well be battling God |
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You get treated like Christ up in a Pagan synagogue |
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[Chorus:] |
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Yo it ain't a crime if you don't get caught (say what?) |
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It ain't a rhyme if you don't use thought (and uh) |
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It ain't my joint if this ************t is not hot (hey yo) |
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It ain't your block if you catch a speed knock (a'ight) |
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It ain't your business if you not in command (true that) |
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It ain't your ************ if she with another man (okay) |
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It ain't real if you can't find the truth (no doubt) |
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It ain't it ain't a thing I can't do |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Who the ******* said Celph Titled couldn't even rhyme right? |
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My repertoire ************ne bright, show you with a nine light |
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Let the bullets rip you up, choke a ******* spitting up |
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You never getting up, all your vitals organs splitted up |
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I'm on some gun ************t, crazy dumb ************t |
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Got sixteen round clips for all them *******s that you run with |
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A lot of cats think I'm soft in this game |
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I got the force and the fame, I put the boss in my name |
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You'll get lost in the flames trying to ******* with my clique |
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I put a gun in your lip, I just got tons of this ************t |
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Even the Devil would be cringing at the ************t I'm endorsing |
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Disrespect me and get your life expectancy shortened |
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Give a ******* about advance rapping trying to be innovative |
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I'd rather rhyme about the different guns that I can spray you with |
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I'm narrow-minded and I got a cannon with a kick behind it |
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And when it let's loose it'll leave you open-minded |
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Probably take a microscope to count your loot |
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I stack chips more than Intel could possibly compute |
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Weighed myself on a triple-beam cause I'm so **** |
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Pick up your wifie on the low and stick my ************ down her throat |
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[Chorus:] |
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Yo it ain't a crime if you don't get caught (say what?) |
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It ain't a rhyme if you don't use thought (and uh) |
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It ain't my joint if this ************t is not hot (hey yo) |
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It ain't your block if you catch a speed knock (a'ight) |
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It ain't your business if you not in command (true that) |
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It ain't your ************ if she with another man (okay) |
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It ain't real if you can't find the truth (no doubt) |
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It ain't it ain't a thing I can't do |
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[Verse 3:] |
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Yo my crew is full of I'll cats, real kids who peel caps |
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Put a machete to your nuts, ******* you feel that? |
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I'm raw to the core and stay Vietnam-like |
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I'll be fifty and ******g ******* on Prom Night |
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Underground cat you probably heard me on some twelve inches |
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Broadcasting live via satellite from Hell's trenches |
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Nice on the tracks and I'm nice with the rhymes |
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You know the Celph Titled legacy be top of the line |
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In my promo there's more play than porno flicks in slo-mo |
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Superstar status whether collabo or solo |
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I do an encore and just be spitting some more |
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I'm the type of cat to ******* a ************ and call her a whore |
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I'm on some real trife ************t, you know you heard me on the Smackdown |
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Knocking *******s out, they never made it to the last round |
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My man [?] rock well released the Glock shells |
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Pull out the heat and put it in your mouth like [?] |
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I only ******* up when your ************ is on top of me |
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I hold monopolies and kill rappers for hobbies |
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Yo I ain't a thug but I could kill one |
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And I can rhyme until the dusk or dawn or wait until the reel's done |
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[Chorus:] |
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Yo it ain't a crime if you don't get caught (say what?) |
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It ain't a rhyme if you don't use thought (and uh) |
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It ain't my joint if this ************t is not hot (hey yo) |
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It ain't your block if you catch a speed knock (a'ight) |
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It ain't your business if you not in command (true that) |
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It ain't your ************ if she with another man (okay) |
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It ain't real if you can't find the truth (no doubt) |
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It ain't it ain't a thing I can't do |
