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On and on and on and on and on" |
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"Yes yes y'all as I proceed" x4 |
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[Verse One]: |
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Y'all got Celph Titled questions |
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I got Celph Titled answers |
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On how I started, how I represent Tampa (the God city) |
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I know you're used to hearin' me on some wild out shit |
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Yellin' at the top of my lungs how my nine gon' spit |
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And I got more styles that's sick |
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And I've been doin' this since Fahrenheit 813 since '93 |
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I've been makin' beats and writin' rap sheets |
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Mischievous teenage wither a creative outlet to release anger (uhh) |
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Booty shake bass music, I was into that |
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Poison Clan, 2 Live Crew, that's what got me into rap (yeah) |
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Loopin' tracks with fast hi-hats and 808's |
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Four track machine with the high speed cassette tape |
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Now keep in mind, I was a fan |
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But as MC's we all are |
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And very few of us become stars (stars) |
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Went from blastin' Magic Mike to grabbin' a mic |
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Tried to sound like Spice-1 and not +Rapper's Delight+ (nah) |
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E-40 to Ice Cube |
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The west coast had a lot to do with the type of beats I'd write to (true) |
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But still the Juice Crew was one of my favs |
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Never discriminated whether New York or L.A. (word) |
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And around the mid nineties |
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I became fascinated with the Lord Finesse style of slick rhymin' |
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The Redmans, the Big Ls, the Das EFXs |
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Ras Kass, Chino XL type of records |
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So guess what |
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"WHAT?!" |
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Celph Titled emerged, bowlin' ball style |
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Runnin' through pins, author of murderous words |
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And I was set to rip every verse I put down |
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17 years old and at rappin', I'm pretty good now |
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[Scratch chorus]: |
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"Yes yes y'all" |
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"I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one |
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"Right on the spot" - Sadat X of Brand Nubian 'Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down' |
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[Verse Two]: |
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I'm from a city that don't have much hip hop roots |
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So I felt compelled to form a hip hop group |
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See I was once on some, go-against-the-norm |
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Flow fast and write rhymes in complex forms |
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It was kinda ill at the time (remember?) |
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Cause the only other choice |
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Was Puffy and Ma$e and they big willie club joints (take that, take that) |
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So I got my act together and eventually met two other MCs that rap together |
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We was all on that underground vibe |
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Cella Dwellas, Kool Keith, Tribe and Organized |
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I was kinda out of my mind |
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A weird guy |
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Cut designs in my facial hair and fucked around with beard dye |
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It was me, Majik and Dutch and we had a lot of fun |
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Thought we was smart, named ourselves Equilibrium (that's right) |
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And had a label called Atomic |
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With Walkmen and Kramtronix, layin' down cuts on it |
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I stayed pollyin' 24/7 |
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And in 1997 started recordin' our first record |
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Then my phone rang, didn't know who it was from (who?) |
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Some guy who called himself, Apathy The Alien Tongue |
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Heard I had production and could rhyme too |
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He was from up north and knew some Jedi Mind dudes |
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Plus he had a crew better than any quad |
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A couple months later they was callin' me a Demigod (yeah) |
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I started shoppin' my demo aggressively |
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Landed on the desk of Budz Distribution/NYC |
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Next thing you know, I got a single on wax |
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And an offer for a job in New York so my bag was packed |
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[Scratch chorus]: |
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"Yes yes y'all" |
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"I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one |
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"Right on the spot" - Sadat X of Brand Nubian 'Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down' |
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[Verse Three]: |
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Now I'm nineteen (nineteen) |
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A Floridian in New York |
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A white Cuban boy who says "nigga" and eats pork (wow) |
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So you can call me foul |
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But back then I didn't care |
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I would do whatever to catch a listener's ear (whatever) |
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So I submerged myself, in the local scene |
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New York Rican, Wetlands, Tramp, Speed, S.O.B.s |
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That guy Apathy (that's him) |
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He's from Connecticut |
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So we would link up and write songs to make records with |
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The label I was messin' with, they was feelin' it |
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So then we had vinyl distribution at our fingertips (ching ching) |
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The Demigodz onslaught was in full motion |
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Twenty singles in 2000 with no promotion |
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My name was everywhere, for beats or for features |
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But best believe I had a fuck load of nonbelievers |
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Masterminded an underground persona |
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Dirty mouth, punchline, wild animal, down to bring the drama (what?) |
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I made a lot of |
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Friends from Boston to Philly |
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Never thought this many heads would say they really feelin' me |
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So you gotta respect that |
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And when Vinnie Paz asked me to join the Army I was like, "Bet that" |
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Then Jimmy Iovine's assistant, insisted |
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That me and Apathy make a little visit for business |
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The deal fell through |
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But Atlantic picked Ap up |
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We expanded the Godz in L.A. with more rappers |
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Then Cage got smacked up |
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I remember punchin' him |
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I remember pressin' up his diss songs and chumpin' him (yeah) |
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I remember havin' him so scared |
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Chain smokin' in the backroom at his show just cause I was there (hahaha) |
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He was drugged up and panicked, he couldn't face me he was frantic |
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Snuck behind with a bottle and then he ran quick (bitch) |
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That's how a little man fights a giant |
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Cowardly lion and God strike me down if I'm lyin' |
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But I moved passed that (fuck it) |
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It's all gravy |
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Tours with Mike Shinoda |
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Gettin' paper with Fort Minor |
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My worldwide exposure is a sore reminder (sorry) |
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To those who think I'm gonna disappear |
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But it's pretty obvious that I ain't goin' nowhere (nope) |
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I am a haters worst nightmare that got fans |
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And I gain more and more every time I drop jams |
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[Scratch chorus]: |
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"Yes yes y'all" |
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"I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one |
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"Right on the spot" - Sadat X of Brand Nubian 'Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down' |
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"Yes yes y'all as I proceed |
