Fallout - Celph Titled

Don’t ever push yourself against' the wall

Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw

And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw

(Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)

(Verse 1: Celph Titled)

(Yo, who the fuck are you?)

Don Juan steeze be razor splitting you

Rubix Cuban unsolvable, the high tech arsenals

Shiny metal things spit something horrible

Vocal arrangements inaudible

Pistol whip you

Mandatory, not option, what you stupid?

My clique consists of dirty dogs, and Cuban mafia children

Plastic explosive play dough the money is mine if I say so

Ain’t no thing in this universe that could ever be my match

Celph Titled without fly raps is like Slick Rick without an eye patch

Now how you like that?

Yup, my recipes dope I’m used to the game like Jeopardy under the oath

And lethal like white boys in trench coats

Straight up and down I’m serving niggas with 16 bar sentences

My spoken word is contagious and cancerous

I cancel kids like answering messages left by solicitation receptionists

Like my man Dutchmassive, we aggressively repping shit

(Ain't no question kid)

Lurking in the everglades

While you at home watching cartoons

I’ll be sitting on the dock of the bay, with a harpoon

(Chorus: Dutchmassive)

Don’t ever push yourself against' the wall

Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw

And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw

(Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)

Don’t ever push yourself against' the wall

Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw

And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw

(Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)

(Verse 2: Walkman)

And pissed off the wrong one

Hand break my pencil piece when I write this

A head storm shatter skulls

Speaking of blood sport, splatter over all pearly white

Fresh contest blazing adrenaline behaving rude and absurd

While the out of states criticize from the outside viewing

In observing and stressing us, the tropics

Fuck all you corn hole fuckers with no logic

Brining the heat, scorching your bare feet

Sprinting butt naked, long distance

Decking moving objects, direct shots but beaming optics

And that’s the instincts of a natural at time

If you ain’t heard right, I split bricks, strictly certified blaze shit

Light speed I’m sonically inclined with godly insight

Niggas get blow to bits like megabytes

Can’t fuck with this, alright

Storm dash trooper, the cybernetic intelligence

The 5th element regiment, crush your residence into sediments

Encrypted flows with the centrifugal dialect

The Puerto Rican cybernetic one

Authentic while you synthetic son

I hold down the galaxy with unanimous connections

Quantum physics expert ripping holes right through your guess shirt

The seven squadron dynasty get down and dirty violently

Walkmen and freestyles with the emcee seeking missles

Atomically stay blazing accurately bout to black out of this

Is Tampa’s side of things and that’s what 8−1-3's about

(Chorus: Dutchmassive)

Don’t ever push yourself against' the wall

Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw

And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw

(Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)

Don’t ever push yourself against' the wall

Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw

And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw

(Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)

(Verse 3: Dutchmassive)

Yo, I sense anger, how you going to diss a total stranger

Talk about my records, I’m a have to rearrange you

Feel this laser, you’re not who you pretend to be

Knock off your identity and aim for longevity

Fuck your concepts, I can do without your comments

The liveliest player on a catcher burning comet

You make me vomit, sick of all your trends

If I break all keyboards before tracks the wackness ends

Constantly stay blazing, F-L-A is dumb hot

No Glocks baby boy, I’ll smash your jaw with a cinder block

Hard knock not, I’m just a little anti-social

We word wide, while y’all still think we local

My name is Dutchmassive, remember that shit

I’m killing kids, girls that diss me, get the di-dick

Only got a few close friends and that’s way too much

Cause soon they all jock us when we blow the fuck up