Fahrenheit 813 Lyrics
| Song | Fahrenheit 813 |
| Artist | Celph Titled |
| Album | The Gatalog: A Collection of Chaos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Intro: Celph Titled) | |
| What we’ve come across here is something | |
| That most of y’all don’t know about | |
| So if we promise to let you know what the deal is | |
| Y’all got to promise to listen | |
| (Chorus: Majik Most) | |
| Fahrenheit 8-1-3 yo | |
| Check that degree | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 8-1-3 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 8-1-3 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 8-1-3 yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| (Verse 1: Dutchmasive) | |
| Area code, octo uno tri Faherenheit | |
| Swamp land, palm trees subparadise | |
| No need for subways, we roam the city bus | |
| Biodome a building block, walkmans are a must | |
| I thrust attached to the back of a determined reptilian | |
| Mad as ***** always dissing Floridians | |
| Flood water is serious, snap the neck of most tourists | |
| The vocals from a tropic state emcee can be poisonous | |
| Avoid the underground railroad at 88.5 | |
| Or F-L-A hip hop broken down in the hive | |
| I’m a strive making water aqua district you abused in | |
| Not every southern melody you hear is booty music | |
| I’m a run through *****t, yo, Bay sound record my voice | |
| I’m a be an Everglades emcee, I have no choice | |
| ***** a coast, Dutchmassive represent where alias | |
| My residency is TPA, it’s like society of intelligence | |
| (Chorus: Majik Most) | |
| Fahrenheit 8-1-3 yo | |
| Check that degree | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 8-1-3 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 8-1-3 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 8-1-3 yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| (Verse 2: Majik Most) | |
| As I spit the prefix, all eyes transfixed | |
| To the first tribe with archives | |
| Advisers step up, amped up | |
| Focused on my abnormal growth | |
| Progression progression as hip hop moves on | |
| Medal back support placed for torque | |
| I stand strong through the Farenheits | |
| Majik Most grabs the mic | |
| Reveal my inner talent | |
| Reign violent in your sector | |
| Perfecter of the sound | |
| Projects visions legendary | |
| I carry the devastation to your face | |
| In the place to be, my city represents me | |
| The most elevated, but located below sea level | |
| Uplifted peninsula, swung from east to west | |
| Strike the country with humidity, swiftly | |
| Sweaty back bastard from the 8-1-3 | |
| Emcee or monstrosities | |
| Blasting adrenalin while Cramtroniks | |
| Backspins with four arms | |
| Emerging from his abdomen | |
| (Chorus: Majik Most) | |
| Fahrenheit 8-1-3 yo | |
| Check that degree | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 8-1-3 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 8-1-3 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 8-1-3 yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| (Verse 3: Unknown [Not Celph]) | |
| I de-grit my teeth and rip my chords at sound receivers | |
| Make sure I *****ne for stage perceivers | |
| Make doubting *****s become believers | |
| Create an irreversible friction without holding heat | |
| Packing a 44 centimeter blade in liquid concrete | |
| Silent, suffocate off of the salt water concentrate | |
| Of this whole tropic state | |
| I’m inclined with 8 hundred and 13 sonic calisthenics | |
| Magnificently harmonistic in this song | |
| That since we fixed, asphyxiation | |
| Construct 50 foot needles on every building top | |
| So all you big timers can never sleep on Tampa hip hop | |
| Foundations get broken as my language is spoken | |
| Bet you can take that as a token, when I get you open | |
| I.E. the next time you hear the vibrations | |
| Within my voice box, the game plan is Cyclops | |
| Only one way that you can see me | |
| Reincarnating, try your best of being me | |
| Equilibrium’s the balance of the mind | |
| And silence of divine |
| Intro: Celph Titled | |
| What we' ve come across here is something | |
| That most of y' all don' t know about | |
| So if we promise to let you know what the deal is | |
| Y' all got to promise to listen | |
| Chorus: Majik Most | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo | |
| Check that degree | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Verse 1: Dutchmasive | |
| Area code, octo uno tri Faherenheit | |
| Swamp land, palm trees subparadise | |
| No need for subways, we roam the city bus | |
| Biodome a building block, walkmans are a must | |
| I thrust attached to the back of a determined reptilian | |
| Mad as always dissing Floridians | |
| Flood water is serious, snap the neck of most tourists | |
| The vocals from a tropic state emcee can be poisonous | |
| Avoid the underground railroad at 88. 5 | |
| Or FLA hip hop broken down in the hive | |
| I' m a strive making water aqua district you abused in | |
| Not every southern melody you hear is booty music | |
| I' m a run through t, yo, Bay sound record my voice | |
| I' m a be an Everglades emcee, I have no choice | |
| a coast, Dutchmassive represent where alias | |
| My residency is TPA, it' s like society of intelligence | |
| Chorus: Majik Most | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo | |
| Check that degree | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Verse 2: Majik Most | |
| As I spit the prefix, all eyes transfixed | |
| To the first tribe with archives | |
| Advisers step up, amped up | |
| Focused on my abnormal growth | |
| Progression progression as hip hop moves on | |
| Medal back support placed for torque | |
| I stand strong through the Farenheits | |
| Majik Most grabs the mic | |
| Reveal my inner talent | |
| Reign violent in your sector | |
| Perfecter of the sound | |
| Projects visions legendary | |
| I carry the devastation to your face | |
| In the place to be, my city represents me | |
| The most elevated, but located below sea level | |
| Uplifted peninsula, swung from east to west | |
| Strike the country with humidity, swiftly | |
| Sweaty back bastard from the 813 | |
| Emcee or monstrosities | |
| Blasting adrenalin while Cramtroniks | |
| Backspins with four arms | |
| Emerging from his abdomen | |
| Chorus: Majik Most | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo | |
| Check that degree | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Verse 3: Unknown Not Celph | |
| I degrit my teeth and rip my chords at sound receivers | |
| Make sure I ne for stage perceivers | |
| Make doubting s become believers | |
| Create an irreversible friction without holding heat | |
| Packing a 44 centimeter blade in liquid concrete | |
| Silent, suffocate off of the salt water concentrate | |
| Of this whole tropic state | |
| I' m inclined with 8 hundred and 13 sonic calisthenics | |
| Magnificently harmonistic in this song | |
| That since we fixed, asphyxiation | |
| Construct 50 foot needles on every building top | |
| So all you big timers can never sleep on Tampa hip hop | |
| Foundations get broken as my language is spoken | |
| Bet you can take that as a token, when I get you open | |
| I. E. the next time you hear the vibrations | |
| Within my voice box, the game plan is Cyclops | |
| Only one way that you can see me | |
| Reincarnating, try your best of being me | |
| Equilibrium' s the balance of the mind | |
| And silence of divine |
| Intro: Celph Titled | |
| What we' ve come across here is something | |
| That most of y' all don' t know about | |
| So if we promise to let you know what the deal is | |
| Y' all got to promise to listen | |
| Chorus: Majik Most | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo | |
| Check that degree | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Verse 1: Dutchmasive | |
| Area code, octo uno tri Faherenheit | |
| Swamp land, palm trees subparadise | |
| No need for subways, we roam the city bus | |
| Biodome a building block, walkmans are a must | |
| I thrust attached to the back of a determined reptilian | |
| Mad as always dissing Floridians | |
| Flood water is serious, snap the neck of most tourists | |
| The vocals from a tropic state emcee can be poisonous | |
| Avoid the underground railroad at 88. 5 | |
| Or FLA hip hop broken down in the hive | |
| I' m a strive making water aqua district you abused in | |
| Not every southern melody you hear is booty music | |
| I' m a run through t, yo, Bay sound record my voice | |
| I' m a be an Everglades emcee, I have no choice | |
| a coast, Dutchmassive represent where alias | |
| My residency is TPA, it' s like society of intelligence | |
| Chorus: Majik Most | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo | |
| Check that degree | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Verse 2: Majik Most | |
| As I spit the prefix, all eyes transfixed | |
| To the first tribe with archives | |
| Advisers step up, amped up | |
| Focused on my abnormal growth | |
| Progression progression as hip hop moves on | |
| Medal back support placed for torque | |
| I stand strong through the Farenheits | |
| Majik Most grabs the mic | |
| Reveal my inner talent | |
| Reign violent in your sector | |
| Perfecter of the sound | |
| Projects visions legendary | |
| I carry the devastation to your face | |
| In the place to be, my city represents me | |
| The most elevated, but located below sea level | |
| Uplifted peninsula, swung from east to west | |
| Strike the country with humidity, swiftly | |
| Sweaty back bastard from the 813 | |
| Emcee or monstrosities | |
| Blasting adrenalin while Cramtroniks | |
| Backspins with four arms | |
| Emerging from his abdomen | |
| Chorus: Majik Most | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo | |
| Check that degree | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo, yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Fahrenheit 813 yo | |
| Check that degee | |
| Check that degree | |
| Verse 3: Unknown Not Celph | |
| I degrit my teeth and rip my chords at sound receivers | |
| Make sure I ne for stage perceivers | |
| Make doubting s become believers | |
| Create an irreversible friction without holding heat | |
| Packing a 44 centimeter blade in liquid concrete | |
| Silent, suffocate off of the salt water concentrate | |
| Of this whole tropic state | |
| I' m inclined with 8 hundred and 13 sonic calisthenics | |
| Magnificently harmonistic in this song | |
| That since we fixed, asphyxiation | |
| Construct 50 foot needles on every building top | |
| So all you big timers can never sleep on Tampa hip hop | |
| Foundations get broken as my language is spoken | |
| Bet you can take that as a token, when I get you open | |
| I. E. the next time you hear the vibrations | |
| Within my voice box, the game plan is Cyclops | |
| Only one way that you can see me | |
| Reincarnating, try your best of being me | |
| Equilibrium' s the balance of the mind | |
| And silence of divine |
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