Artist: Celph Titled & Buckwild Album: Nineteen Ninety Now Song: Where I Are Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ CHORUS 2X ] So why they hatin on Celph Titled? (I don't know man, I don't know man, I don't know man I don't know, I don't know) --> Q-Tip (Cause they wanna be where I are, cause they wanna be where I are) --> Grand Puba [ VERSE 1: Celph Titled ] Star spangled from harsh angles Bow and arrow arch aimed at your Randy Savage wave cap Your budget, I ate that I'm the new Pat Sajak They asked me for a couple letters, so my AK spat (Multiple) Hollow-head heat-seakers at your weak features Like Data from the Goonies with unique sneakers I'ma slide past wack shit With highly extensive combat shit on compact discs Don't worry if I'm burnin your album Cause if I'm burnin your album, I'm in the backyard burnin the album Smokey The Bear'll have to choke on a flare Am I supposed to be scared? That's like Vin Diesel combin his hair Ain't happenin now No, not, not forever Not a rapper with a better flow, whatsoever All these biters ride my nuts like a road rail They wish I had seat belts embedded in my coat tails [ VERSE 2: Celph Titled ] I first appeared on wax in '98 as a young teen Now I'm stackin paper, got my thumb green How many times am I fresh? That's umpteen Get dirty with the trigger, but I keep my gun clean That's sparklin, shinin, yeah, the glittery bling Vocals so big, the Pro-Tools need a 50" screen Hardcore rhymes, jazz riffs and loops I think y'all forgot what rap sounded like, didn't you? Let me remind you of a time way back When hip-hop tracks had hard snares and not lame snaps Rappers were rappers, drug dealers were dealers Fans was just fans and the music was much realer Now it's a clown show Except these faggots got a dope boy persona instead of the damn clown nose I laugh at any critic sayin my style's too humorous Cause you an insecure boy with an abused uterus [ VERSE 3: Celph Titled ] I get slept on heavily But I'm a expert with rap, whether it be Heavy D or Heather B I've heard all the beats, all the cuts, all the breaks All the flows from all the legends in cities state to state I'm a ace when I study the science of spit Respect my skill for the one of a kind that it is Put behind all the early shit you heard of mine That was before I flipped and decided it was murder time I stepped my game up, my cadence is impeccable Lyrics are out of this world, swagger is incredible And if you can't see that Then you're probably a rapper yourself wishin you could be where I'm at Don't you herbs notice? You can't disturb my focus My words are so sick, they leave you with tuberculosis If your CD's got 15 songs Word is bond, it's about 15 songs too long