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Chrome Depot Freestyle
Celph Titled
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Chrome Depot
Apathetic, Celph Titled, Demigodz baby
We bring it to ya
Yo, I got the force that could knock a sumo wrestler down
Professional sound was putting rappers flush in the ground
Scanning with candid cameras for planting a bomb
Or taking shots with mechanical cannons inside my arm
A Robotech battle mech, ready to flex
You step to me next, you get metal machetes to necks
Then I slice jugular veins, crushing your frame
So the pressure from the skull plates busting your brain
I'm the type to spit and make you say "That's fucking insane"
And when you're not paying attention, I'll be touching your dame
I could make your whole squad's frames bust into flames
So why you speaking on my name? You got nothing to gain
Except for two black eyes, a broke jaw, and a broke nose
I hope foes know I got nothing but dope flows
I'm spitting perfectly verbally, Ap's eternally
As intricate as surgery at fixing broken circuitry
It's like boom, bap, fuck your rap
You ain't ready for Celph, and you ain't ready for Ap
It goes boom, bap, fuck your rap
Cuz you might get smacked with the back of the gat
Yo, everybody on the wall, get the fuck out your position
And focus on the God with the raw power of six men
Look me in the phone book, my math be unlisted
Got top secret formulas with seventh wonders orbit systems
You know the signature, the Celph Titled literature
Get intricate with flows that carry mechanisms that spit at ya
Who want what? I sell beats for G-notes
Put three in your fleece coat, tie your neck to a ski boat
You know I make the heat disastrously spill
And let the chrome sparkle like Master P's grill
Niggas say "Goddammit, he's ill, why ain't he blow yet?"
I came before Christ, hip hop wasn't even known yet
The only time you catch me holding my tongue
Is if I cut it off and gripped it, and spit raw linguistics
Beyond long distance, dial the chrome for assistance
And use my sharp looks to bag hundreds of bitches
Celphachino, you know the name from the Beatdown
Amputate my arms and I still won't put the heat down
This is prophecy, don't make me repeat this
Put a magnet to your data and leave your files deleted
Motherfucker
It's like boom, bap, fuck your rap
You ain't ready for Celph, and you ain't ready for Ap
It goes boom, bap, fuck your rap
Cuz you might get smacked with the back of the gat
It's like boom, bap, fuck your rap
You ain't ready for Celph, and you ain't ready for Ap
It goes boom, bap, fuck your rap
Cuz you might get smacked with the back of the gat
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