Hold Something

歌詞

(Verse 1: Dutchmassive) Yo, there's diss diss here, yo, there's a diss diss there Here a diss, there's a diss, everybody's dissing Yo, I'm out of options, the force of impact of local Voices stays constant, build a massive vega now I'm lost in Jealous of my high pitched vocals and rough delivery You're sick of me, stranded by the fact that we march history The first and most professional, emerging from junk planet Planted tropic states and then we started spinning I'm the dopest lyricist, 17-0 is just because 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 of your cyper-bots, yo, talk is cheap I delete assholes with an abundance of animosity I'm still the dopest even though you fucked up my sound quality An oddity, outcast, I stray from the normal Now who's a piece of shit Y'all are fucking stupid (Verse 2: Celph Titled) You know it's atomic when (You can't stop the rain) Ravage bodies in segments and sediments (Ain't a damn thing change) My persona precise, conducts riveting performances One hundred percentages, divisions is exceeding is fictitious Like unicorns with contact lenses (what?) most don't know what Most of those speaking are staggering, stop stuttering and study my rhymes You can shake my hand but use your other to count your blessings We be the three horsemen of this art form Odd numbers the essence, Flashing automatic weapons is blasphemous You better hold something heavy when me and the slow kid combine The counter actions is unbelievable plus inconceivable, yo g-clef hold me back This ain't your average gun clap rap New York City to T-P-A and back Make sure you pick up the brochure or pamphlet for info on how I single handed to drama and mc hammers into omelets Quite nicely, minus the spicy additives the saddest kid is at a loss for adjectives To describe these wack 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) (Verse 3: Dutchmassive) Ay, yo commence with the gibberish, face it Ain't nobody hearing shit, I think too much To be a mutating lyricist My experience lacking all qualities of stability Come on, y'all are killing me, I rearrange identities And ride galactic centipedes, more enemies to diss my ego (Nah, dude I'm just confident) Readily Demigodz will exit out of the alpha project flying objects Emit from the arms of bordo-logic, you are all now my hostage There is no escape from the carbon glass eronics You trapped in your own bullshit ways of getting down kid Emotion filled bastard, battle scars, I have none Looking towards the future makes me want to purchase mad guns Stunned to the fact that I don't act like I don't care But I'm not mad at the world, just everyone living here (Dutch, you still wack) (Verse 4: Celph Titled) Yo, life's a snitch, God forbid the bitch report me I practice witch craft and sourcery, transcend velocity immorally Spitting ammunition in all directions I'm every man's fear You can turn yourself invisible, but you still couldn't stand clear I live in the flesh only when I'm wearing it Flow accurate, narrative, speak with many tongues Leaving emcee's speeches Samaritan 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 bandits Fuck graffiti artists, I'm the vampire lyricist I'd rather tag your name with your cardiovascular excrement's Mother fucker, this is your last will and testament Celph Titled, sincerely yours the man that sell toxins Holding down the Tropic States, we carry knives to cut out boxes Word, life, emcees act like they get fucked up I know you are faking jacks because you as hardcore as The Cosby Show