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[Celph Titled]

You better know now or know how

We so foul and profound

Blowouts, CD's sold out, the illest no doubt

When "Celph Titled" roll out, immaculate respect

"Uzi's" and "Tek's" protect your neck with a teflon turtleneck

Bitch there ain't a diesel cat that could face me

You don't really want to run your mouth and make me

Summon the gods with my mystery chant

And perform the running-man for my victory dance

Murder motherfuckers mostly over money with guns to they tummies

Hollow-tips that leave you stiffer than a mannequin dummy

Record a demo while the "Demigodz" make new songs

Your better off running the triathalon with parachutes on

A real bug-nigga, and thats how I'm better known

You make beats, I'd rather rhyme to a metronome

Other crews got ego's but can't floss right

I'll run them over have em' smoking the exhaust pipe



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[Rise]

Already proved that all my rhymes are wicked enough

They sleep when you on the mic your fucking "Jigglypuff"

A big kid jail-fuck, I don't want to grow up

And I don't care what he says yo he can suck a know what

I'm bigger than that, smile when you kicking my raps

Have converstions with your girl while she sits on my lap

Yo stop talking about they girls man it's starting to get old

Well, um, no tell they girls to stop leaving they clothes

The reason I flow, is not to just get us indoors

Pops in barber shops like my son is better than yours

Cause and effect, "Rise" is the effect and the cause

All those who came before I just perfected they flaws

Perfect with clause I have to be look at my town

Neglecting the laws of gravity, I'm not coming down

There's cops on the ground, that look like dots on a map

From the level of where I'm at when I'm dropping, you whack



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[Esoteric]

I rock rhymes that blow ends, drop lines like gold friends

Pull dimes that start trends, while your trying to make amends

Your girls be like you want it, all fives and no tens

Actually the wrong one, you bust with small guns

I look like an MC who murders the spot

Like "Derek Jeter" looks like a smaller version of "The Rock"

Bitch please, I never ever met a dick-tease

I'm so cool that when I spit free's my spit freeze

"Old Yeller", I'm known to leave a fella

With more cuts and scratches than the "Shook One's" acapella

You want to fuck around with "Esoteric"

And blown on some bullshit like working-dice-credit

When rappers try, they usually step and die

Then MC's get the message like a number I don't recognize

Your call her back, pop minds they hear me freestyle

And spend the next seven days hittin' redial



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[Apathy]

I keep the planet under my spell, under my reign

I stay on tracks, while thrwoing rappers under the train

I'm numbing your brain, stunning you while tonguing your dame

I appreciate her, everything thats under her brain

When reciting it's lighting with thunder and rain

A "Demigod" that's beyond your small blundering brains

Fortunate fame, really it's just one in the same

That I obtain while your still a bum begging for change

Trying to front like your new and really nothing has changed

You ain't underground, your locked in a dungeon with chains

Your not a thug cuz' you rock your little "Lugz" and a chain

I'm a slug, nah fuck that, I'm double the pain

Your hussling game is lame, couple bucks and a name

Maybe some buckets of champagne with sluts in the range

I'll fuck with your brain and flex so your muscles are strained

Until your nothing but a punk clutching crutches and canes



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