7L Freestyle Lyrics
| Song | 7L Freestyle |
| Artist | Celph Titled |
| Album | The Gatalog: A Collection of Chaos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Verse 1: Celph Titled) | |
| Yeah, you goddamn right it’s Celph Titled | |
| The granddaddy grenade, mother ******* | |
| With my man 7L the devastator | |
| This is how we do this *************t | |
| Yo, my most prized possession is my knife collection | |
| All types of different slices selections, the nicest | |
| Weapons from the Get Right Reverend | |
| Wiling out on *************s with outlandish rage | |
| Plus I’m known to tote the iron like a Spanish maid | |
| That’s going to body you, really like straighten you out | |
| Don’t think I won’t put the barrel straight in your mouth | |
| How many times can I write about the same old *************t | |
| I guess I won’t find out until y’all stop buying it | |
| But until then it’s guns, *******, punch lines and human accords | |
| There’s kids across the world to argue over computers | |
| Who’s the best? Celph Titled cause he writes heaters | |
| Caught so many bodies he should be the MVP wide receiver | |
| I seen your chick where the groupies be | |
| And when she’s in my bed sounding off key like Looney-D | |
| You out looking for the *************, all nervous and *************t | |
| I took her to the A-Train and wrote this verse for 7L’s mix | |
| It’s dangerous to play the role of a gangster | |
| When you dealing with a gangster who employs many gangsters | |
| Suffered and lifted on my back to make a queens soldier | |
| Southside will flatten you like steam rollers | |
| (Verse 2: Big Scoob) | |
| Unh hunh, Big Scoob baby | |
| AKA Johnny mother ******g Famous | |
| Brooklyn, all day, you heard, trend setters | |
| I ************* hos, dimes, ******* in they prime | |
| Hood rat chickens who ain’t got one dime | |
| Don’t give a ************* if you swole | |
| I fill you with holes | |
| *************s will think you’re Kwame | |
| From the dots in your clothes | |
| With a chain in your rhyme | |
| Wrist that don’t *************ne | |
| *************s want to be jigga but ain’t got one dime | |
| Everybody hot, everybody pop glock | |
| Man you only seen a gun cause your pops a cop | |
| I kick real *************t, Brownsville on the hill *************t | |
| Big Scoob, Trend Setters, something you can feel *************t | |
| I Spray your block like graffiti, what | |
| And wait for 5-0 to get an autographed CD | |
| None of y’all *************s spit lines like these | |
| I’ll have your ************* yelling please Hercules, Hercules | |
| Its war, it’s like you a dead man walking | |
| Trend Setters tired of you ************* *************s talking | |
| (Verse 3: Terra) | |
| Unnh, Terra, new *************t, ha ha | |
| Ay yo, there come a time | |
| When everything must change | |
| When y’all gotta stop selling the ************* out | |
| That time is right now | |
| You better ask about me, I’m the thug ************* | |
| Whip out a shank and a ************* in your back | |
| *************t on your track, I get it down now | |
| They be calling me fire, the rapper die ************* | |
| The assassin for hire | |
| Took everything I was taught to see what I can do | |
| ************* you hating ass *******, you heard, you *************s too | |
| The ain’t your local radio station, come on dog | |
| This ain’t a broadcast live from the parking lot in the mall | |
| These circles in the streets will get you the ************* hurt | |
| And the last thing you want to do is spit your hottest *************t first | |
| How you want it dog? In your ass or your mouth | |
| And you ain’t got that much time because my *************t is about to come out | |
| And I will *************, bite your ******g head off too | |
| Out with a 4,5 and 6 like kiss, a range too | |
| If you truly a queen, then I’m talking to you | |
| I’m the heir to the thrown and I’m coming the ************* through | |
| It’s my turn Terra |
| Verse 1: Celph Titled | |
| Yeah, you goddamn right it' s Celph Titled | |
| The granddaddy grenade, mother | |
| With my man 7L the devastator | |
| This is how we do this t | |
| Yo, my most prized possession is my knife collection | |
| All types of different slices selections, the nicest | |
| Weapons from the Get Right Reverend | |
| Wiling out on s with outlandish rage | |
| Plus I' m known to tote the iron like a Spanish maid | |
| That' s going to body you, really like straighten you out | |
| Don' t think I won' t put the barrel straight in your mouth | |
| How many times can I write about the same old t | |
| I guess I won' t find out until y' all stop buying it | |
| But until then it' s guns, , punch lines and human accords | |
| There' s kids across the world to argue over computers | |
| Who' s the best? Celph Titled cause he writes heaters | |
| Caught so many bodies he should be the MVP wide receiver | |
| I seen your chick where the groupies be | |
| And when she' s in my bed sounding off key like LooneyD | |
| You out looking for the , all nervous and t | |
| I took her to the ATrain and wrote this verse for 7L' s mix | |
| It' s dangerous to play the role of a gangster | |
| When you dealing with a gangster who employs many gangsters | |
| Suffered and lifted on my back to make a queens soldier | |
| Southside will flatten you like steam rollers | |
| Verse 2: Big Scoob | |
| Unh hunh, Big Scoob baby | |
| AKA Johnny mother g Famous | |
| Brooklyn, all day, you heard, trend setters | |
| I hos, dimes, in they prime | |
| Hood rat chickens who ain' t got one dime | |
| Don' t give a if you swole | |
| I fill you with holes | |
| s will think you' re Kwame | |
| From the dots in your clothes | |
| With a chain in your rhyme | |
| Wrist that don' t ne | |
| s want to be jigga but ain' t got one dime | |
| Everybody hot, everybody pop glock | |
| Man you only seen a gun cause your pops a cop | |
| I kick real t, Brownsville on the hill t | |
| Big Scoob, Trend Setters, something you can feel t | |
| I Spray your block like graffiti, what | |
| And wait for 50 to get an autographed CD | |
| None of y' all s spit lines like these | |
| I' ll have your yelling please Hercules, Hercules | |
| Its war, it' s like you a dead man walking | |
| Trend Setters tired of you s talking | |
| Verse 3: Terra | |
| Unnh, Terra, new t, ha ha | |
| Ay yo, there come a time | |
| When everything must change | |
| When y' all gotta stop selling the out | |
| That time is right now | |
| You better ask about me, I' m the thug | |
| Whip out a shank and a in your back | |
| t on your track, I get it down now | |
| They be calling me fire, the rapper die | |
| The assassin for hire | |
| Took everything I was taught to see what I can do | |
| you hating ass , you heard, you s too | |
| The ain' t your local radio station, come on dog | |
| This ain' t a broadcast live from the parking lot in the mall | |
| These circles in the streets will get you the hurt | |
| And the last thing you want to do is spit your hottest t first | |
| How you want it dog? In your ass or your mouth | |
| And you ain' t got that much time because my t is about to come out | |
| And I will , bite your g head off too | |
| Out with a 4, 5 and 6 like kiss, a range too | |
| If you truly a queen, then I' m talking to you | |
| I' m the heir to the thrown and I' m coming the through | |
| It' s my turn Terra |
| Verse 1: Celph Titled | |
| Yeah, you goddamn right it' s Celph Titled | |
| The granddaddy grenade, mother | |
| With my man 7L the devastator | |
| This is how we do this t | |
| Yo, my most prized possession is my knife collection | |
| All types of different slices selections, the nicest | |
| Weapons from the Get Right Reverend | |
| Wiling out on s with outlandish rage | |
| Plus I' m known to tote the iron like a Spanish maid | |
| That' s going to body you, really like straighten you out | |
| Don' t think I won' t put the barrel straight in your mouth | |
| How many times can I write about the same old t | |
| I guess I won' t find out until y' all stop buying it | |
| But until then it' s guns, , punch lines and human accords | |
| There' s kids across the world to argue over computers | |
| Who' s the best? Celph Titled cause he writes heaters | |
| Caught so many bodies he should be the MVP wide receiver | |
| I seen your chick where the groupies be | |
| And when she' s in my bed sounding off key like LooneyD | |
| You out looking for the , all nervous and t | |
| I took her to the ATrain and wrote this verse for 7L' s mix | |
| It' s dangerous to play the role of a gangster | |
| When you dealing with a gangster who employs many gangsters | |
| Suffered and lifted on my back to make a queens soldier | |
| Southside will flatten you like steam rollers | |
| Verse 2: Big Scoob | |
| Unh hunh, Big Scoob baby | |
| AKA Johnny mother g Famous | |
| Brooklyn, all day, you heard, trend setters | |
| I hos, dimes, in they prime | |
| Hood rat chickens who ain' t got one dime | |
| Don' t give a if you swole | |
| I fill you with holes | |
| s will think you' re Kwame | |
| From the dots in your clothes | |
| With a chain in your rhyme | |
| Wrist that don' t ne | |
| s want to be jigga but ain' t got one dime | |
| Everybody hot, everybody pop glock | |
| Man you only seen a gun cause your pops a cop | |
| I kick real t, Brownsville on the hill t | |
| Big Scoob, Trend Setters, something you can feel t | |
| I Spray your block like graffiti, what | |
| And wait for 50 to get an autographed CD | |
| None of y' all s spit lines like these | |
| I' ll have your yelling please Hercules, Hercules | |
| Its war, it' s like you a dead man walking | |
| Trend Setters tired of you s talking | |
| Verse 3: Terra | |
| Unnh, Terra, new t, ha ha | |
| Ay yo, there come a time | |
| When everything must change | |
| When y' all gotta stop selling the out | |
| That time is right now | |
| You better ask about me, I' m the thug | |
| Whip out a shank and a in your back | |
| t on your track, I get it down now | |
| They be calling me fire, the rapper die | |
| The assassin for hire | |
| Took everything I was taught to see what I can do | |
| you hating ass , you heard, you s too | |
| The ain' t your local radio station, come on dog | |
| This ain' t a broadcast live from the parking lot in the mall | |
| These circles in the streets will get you the hurt | |
| And the last thing you want to do is spit your hottest t first | |
| How you want it dog? In your ass or your mouth | |
| And you ain' t got that much time because my t is about to come out | |
| And I will , bite your g head off too | |
| Out with a 4, 5 and 6 like kiss, a range too | |
| If you truly a queen, then I' m talking to you | |
| I' m the heir to the thrown and I' m coming the through | |
| It' s my turn Terra |
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