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Celph Titled – Never the Least

Posted by Skyler on 4 February 2010, 1:55 pm
Celph Titled:

I already done heard enough of that faggot shit
Celph Titled come through with matches lit
Causing gaseous ashes to form where your casket sits
I’m passionate, smacking bitches on blind dates
An angry rap critic, on top of that: I get irate
At my estate we got room with medieval tombs
Dead people and priceless spoons that scoop brains off plates from Montezume
And I assume I’m about ten yards from you camp grounds
With kerosene filled to the brim of my canteens spilling on ant-mounds
I play Cee-Lo with-out the dice and roll nigga’s heads instead
‘Cause I’m charitable and generous to give out the led
You shook bitches know I carry M72 L.A.W.s
with 66 millimeter rockets cruising above you
What? Your mother said she never love you? Well she told me
‘Cause I’m that nigga to hold heat
And make slugs outta your gold teeth
A sick mother fucker puttin’ six mother fuckerin’ slugs
In six mother fuckerin’ arteries
Ain’t mother fucker hard as me!
 
Sample (Scratching):
Every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous
Every-Every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous
Every now and then a sucker MC get’s courageous
Never-Never the Least they all R.I.P.

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East Coast Avengers feat. Statik Selektah and Celph Titled – East Coast Overdose lyrics

Posted by hatt on 31 October 2009, 6:37 pm

[Verse 1: Trademarc]

We’re young, bored, not dumb, self-absorbed
Numb heroes unsung
Now I’ve been holding my tongue (Why?)
Cause slang sound dumb when you’re over thirty-one
When you’re overdone, over-hyped, overpaid
Overnight stars can’t write two bars without an oversight
Fronting like an overbite
It’s only right (What?) there’s been a lot of lonely nights
Where I struggle and fight well I cope
Is like juggling knifes on sight
Ropes at a frightening height
Wrists like open both, writing suicide notes
With knots in your throat like boxes of votes
What’s wrong? I’ve seen enough doctors in cloaks
It’s unimpressive, I’m clinical
Manic depressive, cynical
Mood swings move like rings
Cyclical, panic obsessive, I can be aggressive
It’s typical to find me ripping you, it’s overly excessive
Everything I spit at you, admit it you openly try to ridicule
But you could never swallow everything you bit into
Straight out, more or less you gonna fade out
Laid out before like you like a shadow when the shade out
Don’t make me pull the one plus eight out

[Chorus]

Are you listening?
If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the east
East Coast boom-bap, pm to the am
The revolution is near, are you listening?
It ain’t hard to tell I’m the east coast overdose

If I had to choose a coast I got to choose the east
East Coast Avengers, pm to the am
Some say the revolution is near, are you listening?
East Coast boom-bap all day

[Verse 2: Celph Titled]

I let a wild bull loose on the White House lawn
Twenty minutes later I had the President on the horn
Word is born, and that’s real talk
With phony silence, one look in my rhyme book homie and it’s only violence
At the telly in a bathrobe with loaded chrome
Vacation in Boca Raton left you with broken bones
If you provoke it it’s on, that means we get it popping
Cop a thousand bricks from a thousand cops at a government auction
We rap regurgitators, repeat my verse, my fans say shit cause my words contagious
In hindsight I guess I rhyme like no other MC can rhyme like
Think you better then I’m like, “Yeah right.”
Cause ain’t nobody that sounds like this
I’m a motherfucking rap perfectionist
So all the other MC’s that came before me
Gotta realise that I am the future, you will adorn me
And did I mention that I’m pitching crack?
Underhand with rubber bands and my East Coast Avengers mask
Begin my wrath in a Samurai sword stance
Though you went to Heaven but got denied by the doorman

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Esoteric]

After PE but before Flavor of Love
After Jay-Z but before he got played in clubs
There was an MC spitting that wasn’t afraid of blood
That wasn’t afraid of struggle, that wasn’t afraid to muscle
His way into the game with hustle like Russel and have a cheque
We power forward, you were gone, just a passing threat
Plus that hood you grew up that’s the top of a bassinet
You’re more metal than ghetto son of Geppetto
I’m a rebel yelling devil, I’m a level your empire
Y’all fail again, we got the Midi Alien
East Coast Avengers dawg, I ain’t in blood
Lie in the mud, run for cover
Thought they fly in the SCUD’s
You can’t handle bare facts with the mind of a bug
These thugs wanna go out with a bang but die with a sigh and a thud
Tell me what’s good with that, tell me what’s hood with that
Tell me you’re pushing a pen dawg and I’ll push you crack

[Chorus]

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Army Of The Pharaohs – Godzilla lyrics

Posted by hatt on 29 October 2009, 11:02 am

[Celph Titled]

What I write in a verse is like magic tricks
Copperfield, grab your chick, cop a feel
Cock the Glock for real, give you some cop appeal
Dynamite vest, nah ain’t stressing nothing
With a smiley face sticker on my detonator button
Haters ask, “Is he bluffing?” or, “Is he bugging?”
I don’t know but I don’t fuck with weed with the seed stuffing
What I blaze gets me oh so higher
Burned more white widow smoke like an old folks home (on fire)
I make change cha-ching, I can hang a playground
From a charm you should see the way my chain swings
You got the balls to diss? Won’t have em afterwards
Cause when I rap contenders get killed after all my words
I’m tired of all you rapping nerds trying to critique my shit
Like I ain’t the motherfucking master of the baddest verse
Celph Titled and the AOTP alliance will travel back in time
Smack you, have your baby teeth flying

I am Rob Zombie, I am the omni of dishonesty
I’m a prodigy and atrocity
Not a lot of promise in me
Positively not a drop of modesty
My philosophy is the policy
I believe in nothing
Try teaching a beast peace and loving
Juggling, my beliefs need re-adjusting
My life with sticks and rocks
Kick, punch, block
It was not a box of butterscotch and soda pops
I have filled a plot of mud, spilled a lot of blood
Watch the drops dripping flood, hit the top stud
I have crashed a lot of waves, dug a lot of graves
Drunk a lot of grapes, I have fucked a lot of babes
I’m do not disturb, I have punched a lot of nerds
Struck a lot of curbs, I have cut a lot of curves
You are none of the above, push come to shove
You’re all motherfucking puppy love and country clubs

[Apathy]

Y’all motherfuckers ain’t running shit, y’all are simply runaways
I walk the surface of the sun while you’re rocking stunner shades
I’m in Hell shoving flames while you’re sweating summer days
I’m the son of Satan, son of Sam, sicker some will say
Got a flow so cold that I could blow the sun away
Even if I kick a free someone still gonna pay
You could get blasted, body in a funeral casket
And cops searching for deoxyribonucleic acid
Slay the fascists, Pharaoh fans pray for classics
Come through in Raiders jackets to make this magic
I’m a holy man, Voodoo priest, rebel that’ll shoot police
You wake up from this nightmare and change your little doodoo sheets
Skeleton crusher creature from the cryochamber
The naughty nasty trashy microphone annihilator
It’s AP apparently you motherfuckers miss me
Some dude tried to diss me now that kid’s history

[Planetary]

Now you see ? misery, I heard it needs company
Who the fuck else wanna bleed in their Dungarees?
Planetary man, the evil rap Desert Eagle
Clap all your people get ready for the sequel
Needle set to vinyl, now it’s time for your final thought
What’s your last wish? You’s a minor fined in court
Twenty-five to life, rap electric chair
Spit a sicker syllable, nigga slash like the slayers hit you
Get the picture, this a Kodak moment
Mo Yak flowing, pussy, bet your throwback on it
I’mma break bread only if the bread ain’t stale
Take young niggas to school, I heard school’s like jail
This is punishment government shit that you fucking with
Esoteric, I told him in swords drawn and dump the clip
Hear the battle cry piling up the dead soldiers
Know to tear it down, we get it down, the blood runs colder

[King Magnetic]

Do the drive-by, hop out the wheel like caged hamsters
Rage amped up, hammer time without the stage dancers
I really doubt we killing it the same
I’m Magic before retirement, illest in the game
Diligently aim at targets without the Pizza Hut express shit
Put em in a long box like bread sticks
Then dip marinara with garlic
Marijuanaholic, carry arms like you’re ? shoulder holding ?
Your show’s supposed to be ? but is only known for obnoxious
Knowingly holding most of them hostage
No one closer to top ten
Coka Nostra and rock him roast the most of the Pac shit
Overdose with the prophet
Hold him over, don’t drop him, watch us
Nonsense ? the process
Hate on my project, lay you unconscious
Screaming on the phone like you won a radio contest

[Vinnie Paz]

The only fucking thing I love is my long knife
The .45 cal click, pow, put you on ice
Before the devil know you dead you should call Christ
All I hear is barking out y’all, a real dog bites
If you wanna split the tribe you should call Fife
I’m the real father of creation of God’s life
LeBron in the beginning of the game, yeah I toss white
Calm at the beginning of the pain, Dalai Lam-like
Then I put your motherfucking brain in a strong vice
Eat your liver over fava beans and some warm rice
Y’all motherfuckers head cracked like I toss dice
Vinnie taking all your money like a divorced wife

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Army Of The Pharaohs – Contra Mantra lyrics

Posted by hatt on 23 October 2009, 7:42 pm

[Verse 1]

I solemnly swear, this is my testimony
I’mma keep it one hundred while the rest are phony
I’m wilding out like suicide is my mission
I ain’t trying to be crucified by the system
You should take heed, I advise you to listen
Watch me break knees, I’m surprising my victims
The question remains who am I when I’m spitting?
It’s me the MC, I ain’t no new edition
My mind’s a coliseum, I spit diamonds that glisten
The beat is my journal where these lines will get written
Been through the garden, ate the fruit that’s forbidden
So back the fuck up when I’m removing my fitted
You could never walk in these shoes you don’t fit in
Y’all all say you’re hot but that is just your opinion
Y’all can all die in the spot that you sit in
AOTP, the underground has risen

[Chorus]

All we do is pray till the game come back
That’s why we sitting here building spitting flame on track
So what you say don’t matter at all
So we gonna sit here and wait till God answer the call

All we do is pray till the game come back
That’s why we sitting here building spitting flame on track
So what you say don’t matter at all
So we gonna sit here and wait till God answer the call

[Verse 2]

It’s such a pity, ain’t nothing pretty, lyrics bury cats
Under one hundred and fifty tons of scum in the city
You say you’re popping bottles and stunting like Diddy
But your pockets be flatter than a model’s stomach or titties
Why you fronting like you’re rugged and gritty?
Why I spit it so hot? Why I like Big L and Big Pun more than Biggie and Pac?
I’m from that late 90’s era where that Polo wasn’t jig enough
But Gucci and Louis and Prada shit wasn’t big enough
I would spit it ridiculous, stay on point like Rondo
Y’all bring up the rear like a J-Lo convoy
No, they don’t want no beef, they all want their teeth
I may go bronco so lay low pronto, chief
Four albums in a year, that’s more than in your whole career
They all bang, battle out, do more than end your whole career
So severe, I beat you with a folding chair, listen
AOTP’s what the game’s missing

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Yeah yeah, paper money? No I wanna see that iron buck
They be robbing hoods so I keep that fryer tucked
Try to have these cops take it from me
You end up red and blue like a female cop on they monthly
Dumping student bodies in front of the student body, air em out
Beacon on my radar telling me where’s your whereabouts
Magazine drums have your head bobbing
Dead body nonstop nodding downhill in a toboggan
Shoot the uz too, the house in Honolulu
I throw a pineapple grenade at you (luau)
Am I conceited? Oh yeah, best believe it
Rap supervisor pop up on lawns with firearms to surprise you
We’ll be rocking an upside-down visor
And it won’t be a whack fashion trend either
More like Suge Knight, Vanilla Ice shit, hotel balcony dangling
My monsoon is Tom Cruise Valkyrie famous

[Chorus]

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Apathy feat. B-Real and Celph Titled – Shoot First lyrics

Posted by hatt on 12 October 2009, 4:40 pm

[Chorus]

Shoot first, ask questions last
Shotgun pump bring a blast from the past
Shoot first, ask questions last
You’d better run fast, motherfucker run fast

Shoot first, ask questions last
Got a nine in the waste, .45 in the stash
Shoot first, ask questions last
You’d better run fast, motherfucker run fast

[Verse 1]

Just give me a reason, I’m squeezing until you stop breathing
For treason, I got shotguns like duck season
The world’s coming to an end, AP with my AK, my little friend
T minus ten seconds and I’m (blasting off)
Like the IRA with a Kalashnikova
This ain’t rocket science, it’s machine gun math
Cause I’m armed to the teeth, see my heat when I laugh
I’m a chief on the warpath, fuck knuckling up
There’s a reason why my niece call me Uncle Buck
Some cracker went and fucked our whole gene pool up
Look how many white kids go and shoot their schools up
You on X-Box Live shooting at a dead mutant
In real life we got more guns than Ted Nugent
My shit bangs, not on all that MC jive
Fuck an NPC, I got an MP-5 and I…

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

So when I get lifted, I’m gifted, the paradigm shifted
I flipped it, took a nappy and I ripped it
I ain’t Mike but I’m just like a Thriller, damn
I’m feeling like I could just kill a man
For twenty hits, I take money hits
And squeeze triggers like a Playboy Bunny’s tits
I shoot first, get the loot worst
Quicker than a hot slug coming at your crew and I could do worse
You don’t wanna see that, leave that
Yeah, I bring the heat to the party like a DJ brings the beat back
I got a weed sack and might get high a little
Instead of gun smoke you might wanna try a little
You wanna buy a little? Homie that’s a nice try
This ain’t Half Baked, I ain’t Mr. Nice Guy
My trigger finger’s itchy, I think I’m gonna blast
Shoot first, ask questions last

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Yes sir, I’m back y’all, let the ratchet attack y’all
Put some dimples in your face like a Cabbage Patch Doll
Yeah, nobody ill as this, I let the bullets talk for me, I’m a ventriloquist
Chase you on the highway with weapons
And that heart stay before it turn to panic looking for the exit ramp
I’m all of that and a plate full of pork chops
No morals, I turn a day-care to a dope spot
Demigodzilla, my outer shell got special scales
And measure my weight like killer whales, you need a special scale
I get it poppin, fam, take you to the promised land
Submerge you underwater, couldn’t live if you was Aquaman
? with the barnacles and sharp articles
Skin you limb to limb down into your bone particles
Comic illustrators wanna illustrate us
But ain’t enough space to draw my gun in thirty pages

[Chorus]

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