![The Final Word - L-Fudge, Celph Titled](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/32847510008513925347.jpg)
Fecha de emisión: 30.12.1995
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
The Final Word |
Yeah, yeah |
Unh, unh |
L Fudge, Celph Titled |
(1: L Fudge) |
You lacks the minerals and vitamins |
Respect due to that |
The average hip hop consumer is now like, who that? |
Songs now a days ain’t staying stuck in your brain |
They got to the point that all songs that suck sound the same |
Speaking on behalf of a third of us in the game |
Whenever dope comes up they ain’t announcing our names |
Not running up in clubs screaming |
When my songs pumping they celeb status waning like Keenan |
They big headed and gassed up, I’m staying on the cement |
Don’t want to hear that talk around me, I’m not playing |
But my villains, y’all couldn’t help know this bitch |
Is rated over me then, y’all automatically |
Get more frequent to my semen |
Pay attention to how closely to how stupid y’all look |
Like a producer dropping dime on a new Cubans Shit back to the song, |
continuing to split lyrics in half |
To the point in the bathroom you ask if its on |
You’ll be like, 'yeah it is' don’t his rap be the bomb |
Listen what’s with dun and our pens sing a long |
Bring it on, whatever, that’s how this shit supposed to be |
I ain’t new nice, I’ve been since Hawaiian Sophie, please |
(2: Celph Titled) |
You can’t mislead a champion |
Don Dada, Celph Pachino |
Nice with the gun clap, get your front smacked |
You not militant, so how can your rank hang |
With a man that is quick enough to dodge |
A bullet a point blank range |
The 9 double M snub, real handle this |
I don’t puff weed, but I could still smoke Canibus |
Upper echelon, at the Grammys, get my trophy on |
I’m kinda childish, I’ll choke you with a Pokemon |
In fact, I like sex and violence so much |
I have fantasies of busting off rounds when I fuck |
Some say I’m a sick nigga, let the gun click nigga |
Cuban spic nigga, why you all up on my dick, nigga? |
I said it before, and I’m a say it again |
I’d rather write with a knife and stab your ass with a pen |
You couldn’t release dope shit even if you at a kilo |
Bitchs know my stee-lo and scream «Aye que Rico» |
Celph Titled is lethal without enhancements |
I’m like a tape deck that can’t rewind, always advancing |
I’ll smack Swiss Beats over the head with his own Casio |
And bring real hip hop back to my stage show |
I don’t know sign language so fuck a contract |
That’s what I speak, understand that |
Wanna know what a real pussy feels like? |
Why don’t you stand in the corner and hug yourself real tight |
Mother fucker |
(Celph Titled) Yo, this is for my niggas smoking chronic in blunts |
(L-Fudge) For my my British niggas smoking spliffs along with silk, hunh? |
(Celph Titled) For my European niggas smoking ounces of skunk |
(L-Fudge) To my Dominican’s making thousands off of just one |
(Celph Titled) We can make songs for you, shit, why the fuck not |
(L-Fudge) I take the first hit, hide it from cops, cops see, don’t they paid to |
be dope, I’m addicted to bitches that give me brains to elope, but I’m tied up |
like Rudolph on a sleigh to a rope and cut up short like a movie to a dope |
(Celph Titled) I’m an ungrateful asshole who’s always quick to wet cops, |
have my t-shirts made in a third world sweat shop |
(L-Fudge) You should have some sympathy |
(Celph Titled) Well how could I have that? When I was 12, I was homeless and |
living with the rats |
(L-Fudge) It’s L-Fudge and Celph Titled we be NY’s best, coming four times |
magnum, straight to your chest, what |
greets, Mr. Whizzler |
Heavy Gunz |
keep it really real |