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celph titled - it ain't كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1:]
yo you ready for real sh-t? pull your guns off the shelf
b-tches f-ck rubbing your t-tties and finger yourself
the uncanny don juan demarco ricky ricardo
strapped with extra -rs-nals, you know the motto
i put the metal right in front of your face
and let that motherf-cker loose until the sh-t disintegrates
ain’t never seen a n-gg- who can rhyme like me
grip the nine like me and split your spine like me
certified expertise with these rhyming degrees
i got a violent disease that make me eager to squeeze
my applause is a gun clap (whatt?) shouldn’t have done that
celph t-tled hold back? nah son f-ck that
i’m the top of new york the god spectacle
highly respectable, your sh-t 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 battling 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 sh-t is not hot (hey yo)
it ain’t your block if you catch a speed knock (a’ight)

it ain’t your business if you not in command (true that)
it ain’t your b-tch if she with another man (okay)
it ain’t real if you can’t find the truth (no doubt)
it ain’t it ain’t a thing i can’t do

[verse 2:]
who the f-ck said celph t-tled couldn’t even rhyme right?
my repertoire shine bright, show you with a nine light
let the bullets rip you up, choke a n-gg- spitting up
you never getting up, all your vitals organs splitted up
i’m on some gun sh-t, crazy dumb sh-t
got sixteen round clips for all them f-ckers that you run with
a lot of cats think i’m soft in this game
i got the force and the fame, i put the boss in my name
you’ll get lost in the flames trying to f-ck with my clique
i put a gun in your lip, i just got tons of this sh-t
even the devil would be cringing at the sh-t i’m endorsing
disrespect me and get your life expectancy shortened
give a f-ck about advance rapping trying 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 let’s 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
pick up your wifie on the low and stick my d-ck down her throat

[verse 3:]
yo my crew is full of i’ll cats, real kids who peel caps
put a machete to your nuts, n-gg- you feel that?
i’m raw to the core and stay vietnam-like
i’ll be fifty and f-cking b-tches on prom night
underground cat you probably heard me on some twelve inches
broadcasting live via satellite from h-ll’s trenches
nice on the tracks and i’m nice with the rhymes
you know the celph t-tled legacy be top of the line
in my promo there’s more play than p-rno flicks in slo-mo
superstar status whether collabo or solo
i do an encore and just be spitting some more
i’m the type of cat to f-ck a b-tch and call her a wh-r-
i’m on some real trife sh-t, you know you heard me on the smackdown
knocking n-gg-s out, they never made it to the last round
my man [?] rock well released the glock sh-lls
pull out the heat and put it in your mouth like [?]
i only f-ck up when your b-tch 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 or dawn or wait until the reel’s done

it ain’t your business if you not in command (true that)

it ain’t your b-tch if she with another man (okay)
it ain’t real if you can’t find the truth (no doubt)
it ain’t it ain’t a thing i can’t do

- celph titled

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