Hold Something - Celph Titled

Yo there’s a diss, diss here

Yo there’s a diss, diss there

Here a diss, there a diss, everybody’s dissing me

Yo I’m out of options

The force of impact on local voices stays constant

Build a massive anger and now I’m lost in

Jealous of my high pitched vocals and rough delivery

You’re sick of me

Saddened by the fact we marked history

The first amongst professionals, emerging from Junk Planet

Planned in tropic states and then we start expanding

I’m the dopest lyricist!

17 and always stressed

Cause my fucked-up outlook on life;

I stay vexed

I’m the best at what I do;

I’m not a man you can defeat

Here’s advice to all you cipher rivals, «yo talk is cheap»

I delete assholes with abundance of animosity

I’m still the dopest, even though you fucked up my sound quality

An oddity, outcast, that’s straight from the normal

Now who’s the piece of shit?

Ya’ll are fucking stupid!

You know it’s atomic when

You can’t stop the rain

Ravage bodies for segments and sediments

Ain’t a damn thing changed

My persona precise conducts riveting performances

One hundred percentages

Vision of succeeding is fictitious like unicorn’s with contact lenses

What?!

Most don’t know what

Much of those freakin' are stisters staggering to sisters

Stops their sisters stuttering and study my rhymes

You can shake my hand, but use the other to count your blessings

We be the three horsemen of this art form, odd numbers the essence

Flashing automatic weapons is blasphemous

You’d better hold something heavy

When me and the soul kid klik combine the counter-reaction's unbelievable

Thus inconceivable

Yo G-Clef hold me back

This ain’t your average gun clap rap

From New York City, to TPA, and back

Make sure you pick-up a brochure or pamphlet for info

On how I single-handed turn drama MC hamlets in to omelets;

Quite nicely, minus the spicy additive

The saddest kids at a loss for adjectives to describe these whack shit passages

(Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit ay man, you got to get more hyped

up than that)

(Yo, I ain’t even feeling you Dutch)

Ayo commence with the gibberish

Face it, ain’t nobody hearing shit

I think too much to be an imitating lyricist

My experience lacking all qualities of stability

C’mon ya’ll are killing me

I rearrange identities and ride galactic centipedes

More enemies to diss my ego (Nah Duke I’m just confident)

Battling Demigods I exit out the Alpha Project

Flying objects emit from the arms of order logic

You are all now my hostage

There is no escape from the carbon glass surrounding

You’re trapped in your own bullshit ways of gettin' down kid

Emotion filled bastard, battle scars I have none

Lookin' towards the future makes me wanna purchase mad guns

Stunned to the fact that I act like I don’t care

But I’m not mad at the world, just everybody living here

(Dutch, you still whack)

Yo life’s a snitch, God forbid the bitch report me

I practice witchcraft and sorcery, transcend velocities immortally

Spittin' ammunition in all directions;

I’m every man’s fear

You could turn yourself invisible, but you still couldn’t stand clear

I live in the flesh, only when I’m wearin' it

Flow active and narrative

Speak with many tongues leaving MC’s speechless Samaritans

I get more applause than God at the Gospel Awards

My acceptance speech was immortalized in stone tablets, before the Dinosaurs

Beyond the limits that are humanly possible

Ripping your hair out follicle by follicle

Diabolical vandalist, fuck the graffiti artist

I’m the Vampire calligraphist

I’d rather tag your name with your cardiovascular excrements

Motherfucker this is your last will and testament

Celph Titled, sincerely yours, the man who exhales toxins

Holdin' down the tropic states, we carry knives to cut our boxes

Word life

MC’s act like they can flow

I know you faking Jacks cause you as hardcore as the Cosby Show

(W-w-w-w-What's that?! That,)

(TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES, YOU ARE ON HOLY GROUND!)