Artist: Doap Nixon f/ Celph Titled, Planetary Album: Gray Poupon Song: Grand Opening Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro/Chorus: scratched 2X] "Things are done different in my zip code" "If you think I'm joking you're sadly mistaken" "You wanna rumble? Well you can get crumbled" "Today will be the grand opening of your chest" [Planetary] Severe rap, fear that, Philly bring the beards back Trigger like a fish make a nigga change the beer tap Grand opening, ready for that biznap Streets full of blood, you ain't lettin your kids out I make a rapper wig out from the lyrics They can't see me I'm a spirit; born to be fearless I'm a promoter of colder days, shoot like a soldier blade Throw a fit quick, probably break your fuckin shoulder blades It's only right I spit this verse on a cold night Came to bring the flame and burn your rep for your whole life (It's over~!) I'm so nice competition is dead weight A head case can't get my fuckin head straight My shit spit critical like a fed case Crazy, got you niggaz huffin that led base Massive meltdown, bring the red tape Pharaoh Clique, rap keepin my breath great [Chorus] [Celph Titled] When the beef heat up, it'll pop the meat thermometer Head on collision put your teeth full speed in the speedometer The rapper rappers hate the most, my career blastin off Cause I went underground platinum with "The Gatalog" Four discs of torturer shit; and when I'm with my Pharaoh counterparts you get hit with the poisonous whip My brother Doap Nixon the flow's sickenin We put a bow on an opponent's forehead cause the dork said he's so gifted (Oh no he didn't!) Well yes I did I'm wild like an orangutan mixed with a gangbangin Mexican Shining like the aurora borealis is Swung so many nunchucks with my thumb tucked my palm developed callouses Armed with 40 calibres I will give you paralysis We just set a date the bullet holes'll mark your calendars Uhh, I'm just honest, so you can save your comments Eat you for a cheap dinner like I just ate ramen [Chorus] [Doap Nixon] Let's go Don't bang with me, fuckface get your shirt wet Drunk monks, sing lullabies with cursed vets They tell me to stay strong when I feel weak That's why I'm this monster when I kill beats From Flyers to Bruins, I'm with Elijah with ruins My head wrapped but got ties with the Jewish Yeah, so pay homage cause I'm so on my own thing It's like TNT when me and a microphone mix Nuttin but bangers, added with anger That means you can find me on your corner with bangers I'm tired of these niggaz yellin that they got shit It ain't worth nuttin when you step in a moshpit My body shots'll loosen up your bowels And my right hook'll spin your wig around like an owl So I really don't care when you tell me I'm foul Cause the kid got class with incredible style, nigga [Chorus] - repeat to fade