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Ayo Celph, it's a lot of wack shit goin' on, man |
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Lot of muthafuckas drippin' with wack juice and all that |
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Bitch ass muthafuckin' garbage music on the internet |
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Niggas wearin' tight jeans and mohawks? |
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Like my boy Hov said |
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I don't wear skinny jeans cause my knots don't fit! |
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Yo Celph, let these niggas know |
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[Verse One] |
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Muthafucka I came to set it off (What you mad for?) |
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These amateurs destroyed the whole rap platform (Word?) |
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Think I'm wrong? Check the facts |
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You'd be hard pressed to find a fan that's just a fan that don't rap |
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Everybody got a song, everybody got a mixtape |
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Braggin' bout the verses that they purchased off of MySpace |
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They ain't buyin' records, they workin' on their records |
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And postin' bulletins to make sure you heard their records |
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I get fan mail, you write spam mail |
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All about your CD that for some reason just can't sell |
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I wonder why is that? Is your flow not hard? |
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Lyrics ain't on point? Production not up to par? |
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Or, uhhh, you don't spit hot enough bars |
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Or cause you're little Timmy and you're just fuckin' soft |
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Your voice sound lame as hell (true) |
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You can't command the track plus you use the mic that came with your Dell (dude) |
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Made a internet music page, posted some songs up |
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Begged people to check 'em, but then they say they all suck! |
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It ain't my fault that you're wack |
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It's my fault for not makin' this track sooner, I'm the Demigodz gat shooter |
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The AOTP crack mover, with impactful maneuvers |
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Send jabs at losers like I'm Zab Judah |
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(He ain't talkin' bout me at all!) |
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Bitch, ya drippin' with wack juice and you can't get it off (yup) |
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[Shouting Chorus] [x3] |
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Ya drippin' with wack juice and you can't get it off! |
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[Chorus Scratch] |
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"You drippin' with wack juice and you can't get it off" |
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[Verse Two] |
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I bring it straight to ya, I won't kick no weirdo literature |
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Over trash beats, with a stupid-ass time signature |
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Think you so fresh, movin' rap forward |
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But that's when I'm pressin' fast forward |
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If the future of hip hop is some faggots with mohawks |
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Tight clothes and women's scarfs, then I'm gone |
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Back to that gutter, back to that basement |
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Back to real live microphone skills and not gay shit |
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I really didn't understand it when I heard these joints |
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It's like on purpose they try to rap with a nerdy voice |
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(Is you serious?) |
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My mindstate's like a bitch on the rag, I just don't like you, period |
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I'll be a rock star and aim a Fender where ya heart at |
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Ya better guard that, I'm Rick Rubin, here's guitar stabs |
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I'm the missile and the satellite |
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I'm the assassin type goin' out blastin like |
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The end of Scarface, remember that gun Al Pacino had? |
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Picture that except it's aimin' dead at a emo fag |
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Me and Buckwild, will shut y'all down |
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With a box of S-950 disks and my style |
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So when I see some hipsters in Williamsburg |
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I'mma ignite their hair gel and dance while them bitches burn |
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You little fairy fucks get the dick sauce |
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Cause ya drippin' with wack juice and you can't get it off (uhhhh) |
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[Shouting Chorus] [x3] |
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Ya drippin' with wack juice and you can't get it off! |
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[Chorus Scratch] |
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"You drippin' with wack juice and you can't get it off" |
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[Bridge Scratch] |
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"Celph Titled The Rubix Cuban" |
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[Bridge Vocals] [x2] |
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I go on... I go on, I go on |
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[Verse Three] |
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If you're drippin' with wack juice, I can't help y'all |
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You can't get it off, can't get a dog to lick it off |
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Matter fact can't get a dog to lift a paw |
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I love vicious assaults and that's why I did this song |
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Oh you're a hater on the sideline? Sayin' Celph is corny |
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Celph is wack, Celph is this, Celph is that |
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You know what's funny 'bout that? |
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It's ya very own mouth the name Celph is comin' out at |
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(So what about them clowns that say you're weak?) |
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Is they buggin' cocksucka? They wish they could spit my speech |
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And be the Grand Daddy Grenade Man |
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Runnin' the muthafuckin' show like Ferris Bueller at parade jams |
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Rollin' with Diggin' In The Crates fam |
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The Landmine Lieutenant, underground hip hop's new name brand |
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(Recognize) Pay homage or you pay the cost... |
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("You're drippin' with wack juice and you can't get it off") |
