Artist: Celph Titled Album: The Gatalog: A Collection of Chaos Song: It Ain't Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Uhh, uhh, hehehe Bitch-ass niggaz, FUCK Y'ALL~! Uh-huh, Celph Titled, motherfuckin Rubix Cuban Niggaz know 'Bout to get Vietnam on you dirty dungaree motherfuckers YOU HEARD?! [Celph Titled] Yo, you ready for real shit? Pull your guns off the shelf Bitches fuck rubbin your titties, and finger yourself The uncanny Don Juan DeMarco, Ricky Ricardo Strapped with extra arsenals, you know the motto I put the metal right in front of your face And let that motherfucker loose until the shit disintegrates Ain't never seen a nigga who can rhyme like me Grip the nine like me and split your spine like me Certified expertise with these rhymin degrees I got a violent disease, that make me eager to squeeze My applause is a gun clap (what?) Shouldn't have done that Celph Titled hold back? Nah son, fuck that! I'm the top of New York the God spectacle Highly respectable, your shit is unacceptable Go back to the lab and try to prevail You couldn't be on point, if you slept on nails And that's my word Duke, you can take it for granted I own the whole universe and that includes this planet Go against me you might as well be battlin God You get treated like Christ up in a Pagan synagogue [Chorus] Yo it ain't a crime if you don't get caught (say what?) It ain't a rhyme if you don't use thought (and uh) It ain't my joint if this shit is not hot (aiyyo) It ain't your block if you catch a speed knock (aight) It ain't your business if you not in command (true dat) It ain't your bitch if she with another man (okay) It ain't real if you can't find the truth (no doubt) It ain't a, it ain't a thing I can't do!! [Celph Titled] Who the fuck said Celph Titled couldn't even rhyme right? My repertoire shine bright, show you what a nine light Let the bullets rip you up, choke a nigga spittin up You never gettin up, all your vitals organs splitted up I'm on some gun shit, crazy dumb shit Got sixteen round clips for all them faggots that you run with A lot of cats think I'm soft in this game I got the floss and the fame, I put the boss in my name You'll get lost in the flames, tryin to fuck with my clique I put a gun in your lip, I just got tons of this shit Even the Devil would be cringin at the shit I'm endorsin Disrespect me and get your life expectancy shortened Give a fuck about advance rappin, tryin to be innovative I'd rather rhyme about the different guns that I can spray you with I'm narrow minded, and I got a cannon with a kick behind it And when it lets loose it'll leave you open minded Probably take a microscope to count your loot I stack chips more than Intel could possibly compute Weighed myself on a triple beam cause I'm so dope Picked up your wifey on the low and stick my dick down her throat [Chorus] [Celph Titled] Yo, my crew is full of ill cats, real kids who peel caps Put a machete to your nuts, nigga you feel that? I'm raw to the core and stay Vietnam-like I'll be 50 and fuckin bitches on prom night Underground cat you probably heard me on some twelve inches Broadcastin live via satellite from Hell's trenches Nice on the tracks and I'm nice with the rhymes You know the Celph Titled legacy be top of the line In my promo there's more play than porno flicks in slo-mo Superstar status whether collabo' or solo I do an encore and just be spittin some more I'm the type of cat to fuck a bitch and call her a whore I'm on some real trife shit, you know you heard me on the smackdown Knocking niggaz out, they never made it to the last round My man Spit Rockwell released the Glock shells Pull out the heat and "Put It In Your Mouth" like Akineyl' I only fuck up, when your bitch is on top of me I hold monopolies and kill rappers for hobbies Yo I ain't a thug but I could kill one And I can rhyme until the +Dusk of Dawn+ or wait until the reel's done [Chorus] [Outro: scratched] "Celph Titled is lethal, you know the signature" "Motherfucker" "Don't, don't make me see you" "Holdin it down" "I'm the last motherfucker that you'd ever wanna fuck with"