The Rubix Cuban The Landmine Lieutenant Granddaddy Grenade The Ammunition Magician Sammy The Sleezebag Benjamin Shanklin Frosty The Snow Thug The Cuban Missile Crises The AK-47 Specialist Doctor Of Destruction The Mothafuckin' Mothafucka OJ Pimpton Wade Hogs Reverend Get-Right, The Pastor of Pimpin'
[Intro] Heheheheheh Celph Titled the motherfuckin' landmine lieutenant Back up in this biznatch fo' sho' tho' Sammy The Sleezebag, what's good, pimptation? I'm 'bout to show you what happen to MC's that can rhyme I'm right here, we ain't go no motherfuckin' where We gon' do it like this Check it, yeah, yo
[Verse 1] Stand back you heard, sir, murders occur My verbs are disturbed, my curse words are hurtin' you herbs Alertin' the service, bringin' marines with kerosene flasks Guns and masks Jumpin' through glass with sig 229's and mp5's I rapid fire bustin' spray men When I was a baby my pacifier was a grenade pin And yes, I'm from Tampa, no I'm not a Buccaneer But I'll be buckin near your main arteries ya fuckin queer The sun is here, cover your eyes All my attributes is dangerous My mustache is murderous My hip bone will send your clique home With they ribs blown back and they wigs sewn to they six pack Cartilage in a gift wrap My cartridge's click-clack and leave you and your bitch clapped Now your bitch ass need a neck brace with a chin strap We swing machetes at crews with little ice picks And niggas 'round my way call me the Cuban Missile Crisis
[Verse 2] My raps' not for emo kids My flamethrower leave you bald head like chemo kids I ain't a gangsta and a gentleman, I'm one of the two Don't open doors for bitches, so which one would you choose? Playboy, make you steak sauce, A1, you gay soft Not Travolta, but what's in my holster take your Face Off We about to cake off, my money stacks make the rubber band snap My number runners gettin' bundles with no government tax Ain't no 20-80 split Better give me half or you can get your jaw split Courtesy of Vinnie Paz A.O.T.P. or D.E M.I.G.O.D.Z Either/or with C4, galore, the heaters pour I got the fever for some thick skeezers and a need for whores She got an Applebum, so what the fuck we need Bonita for? Rappers try to pull my cards I gave 'em a shuffle Guttermouth took they bodies, so I gave him a shovel
[Verse 3] Runnin' ten laps in a second when I'm rappin' on records Came in the game in '98 and I'm already a legend Back in the day me and Dutchmassive schemin' just to get in Now we slingin' wax from 8-1-3 to the Kremlin Hook line and sinker, my hooks and lines will sink you leagues under the sea Up my sleeves up under the fleece No tricks, just a loaded piece, chrome heat Put you in a coma sleep with a comb over to cope with holes in ya cheek And I don't care if you worship I'll put a bullet in your temple Leave you bent and crippled, wife and kids get sentimental Ya best soldiers incomparable to my b-team Fuck Nas mission impossible be my Thief's Theme Each beam I aim multiplied by eight You gettin' fucked on your album and gettin raped on mixed tapes Sidekick with a flipped face and targetin' system Heat vision like the Predator, I'm slaughterin' victims
[Verse 4] The harder I hit 'em, nigga, the better they know Call up the reverend and we bringin' holy shit to your show These holy clips leave you wholly split and every ho that I hit Get baptized in holy water comin' out the hole in my dick I stay holdin' my dick, you thought I wasn't one of them Spittin' phlegm on Bibles in God's crib right in front of Him I'm Iceberg, but not Slim More like the type of shit that sunk the Titanic Done irreversible damage There's no recovery possible, no nurses, no hospitals No stuffed bears and get well cards, just Celph spittin' Hell's bars You grew up on a farm with the Amish gettin' they goats from I'm from the dirty south, but I'm clean so call me soap scum I'll sell the same shit twice, double dip it and re-up I ain't married to this rap game, we ain't signin' a prenup You up late watchin' raunchy cable, and I'mma creep behind your couch And crack ya motherfuckin' skull on the coffee table
[Outro] And that's that you crack rats 64 bars like it ain't nothin'! Primo, what up? We bring that real shit back, that raw shit You heard the word? Yo, better say cheese motherfuckers. Before I squeeze
That Papoose song – Hold down the city.. You telling me, Celph Titled didn't do a track on that yet… WTF, talk about instant classic. I mean seriously..
Been flipping the flim flam call your self a big fan , never send dime on the music? Yousa bitch man!
premier beat that starts at 1:42… any one know what that song is called?
Not 1 milly ppl r 4ukin silly..
isnt he white?
Straight fire!
SCREWBALL sample??? @1:22
Ok this is beyond epic with the 4 beat switch and CT was so on beat entire track. Tech battle rap lyrics with that east coast swag
Boss song
It makes me mad af that this song is so underated such a good track
Face Melt Sammich
King Celph
Celph Titled
The Rubix Cuban
The Landmine Lieutenant
Granddaddy Grenade
The Ammunition Magician
Sammy The Sleezebag
Benjamin Shanklin
Frosty The Snow Thug
The Cuban Missile Crises
The AK-47 Specialist
Doctor Of Destruction
The Mothafuckin' Mothafucka
OJ Pimpton
Wade Hogs
Reverend Get-Right, The Pastor of Pimpin'
Screwball f.a.y.b.a.n
This dude is phuckin fire!!!
still here 2021
This is may favourite celph track ! The fucking word play take 100 listens to even catch everything lol. Fucking wild shit
kimbo slicer punch in primo's
wtf happened to celph.
[Intro]
Heheheheheh
Celph Titled the motherfuckin' landmine lieutenant
Back up in this biznatch fo' sho' tho'
Sammy The Sleezebag, what's good, pimptation?
I'm 'bout to show you what happen to MC's that can rhyme
I'm right here, we ain't go no motherfuckin' where
We gon' do it like this
Check it, yeah, yo
[Verse 1]
Stand back you heard, sir, murders occur
My verbs are disturbed, my curse words are hurtin' you herbs
Alertin' the service, bringin' marines with kerosene flasks
Guns and masks
Jumpin' through glass with sig 229's and mp5's
I rapid fire bustin' spray men
When I was a baby my pacifier was a grenade pin
And yes, I'm from Tampa, no I'm not a Buccaneer
But I'll be buckin near your main arteries ya fuckin queer
The sun is here, cover your eyes
All my attributes is dangerous
My mustache is murderous
My hip bone will send your clique home
With they ribs blown back and they wigs sewn to they six pack
Cartilage in a gift wrap
My cartridge's click-clack and leave you and your bitch clapped
Now your bitch ass need a neck brace with a chin strap
We swing machetes at crews with little ice picks
And niggas 'round my way call me the Cuban Missile Crisis
[Verse 2]
My raps' not for emo kids
My flamethrower leave you bald head like chemo kids
I ain't a gangsta and a gentleman, I'm one of the two
Don't open doors for bitches, so which one would you choose?
Playboy, make you steak sauce, A1, you gay soft
Not Travolta, but what's in my holster take your Face Off
We about to cake off, my money stacks make the rubber band snap
My number runners gettin' bundles with no government tax
Ain't no 20-80 split
Better give me half or you can get your jaw split
Courtesy of Vinnie Paz
A.O.T.P. or D.E
M.I.G.O.D.Z
Either/or with C4, galore, the heaters pour
I got the fever for some thick skeezers and a need for whores
She got an Applebum, so what the fuck we need Bonita for?
Rappers try to pull my cards I gave 'em a shuffle
Guttermouth took they bodies, so I gave him a shovel
[Verse 3]
Runnin' ten laps in a second when I'm rappin' on records
Came in the game in '98 and I'm already a legend
Back in the day me and Dutchmassive schemin' just to get in
Now we slingin' wax from 8-1-3 to the Kremlin
Hook line and sinker, my hooks and lines will sink you leagues under the sea
Up my sleeves up under the fleece
No tricks, just a loaded piece, chrome heat
Put you in a coma sleep with a comb over to cope with holes in ya cheek
And I don't care if you worship
I'll put a bullet in your temple
Leave you bent and crippled, wife and kids get sentimental
Ya best soldiers incomparable to my b-team
Fuck Nas mission impossible be my Thief's Theme
Each beam I aim multiplied by eight
You gettin' fucked on your album and gettin raped on mixed tapes
Sidekick with a flipped face and targetin' system
Heat vision like the Predator, I'm slaughterin' victims
[Verse 4]
The harder I hit 'em, nigga, the better they know
Call up the reverend and we bringin' holy shit to your show
These holy clips leave you wholly split and every ho that I hit
Get baptized in holy water comin' out the hole in my dick
I stay holdin' my dick, you thought I wasn't one of them
Spittin' phlegm on Bibles in God's crib right in front of Him
I'm Iceberg, but not Slim
More like the type of shit that sunk the Titanic
Done irreversible damage
There's no recovery possible, no nurses, no hospitals
No stuffed bears and get well cards, just Celph spittin' Hell's bars
You grew up on a farm with the Amish gettin' they goats from
I'm from the dirty south, but I'm clean so call me soap scum
I'll sell the same shit twice, double dip it and re-up
I ain't married to this rap game, we ain't signin' a prenup
You up late watchin' raunchy cable, and I'mma creep behind your couch
And crack ya motherfuckin' skull on the coffee table
[Outro]
And that's that you crack rats
64 bars like it ain't nothin'! Primo, what up?
We bring that real shit back, that raw shit
You heard the word?
Yo, better say cheese motherfuckers. Before I squeeze
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Still bumpin in 2021
2021 this still heat
His lyrics lacerate
Keep coming back to this track
Rip to pop smoke but anyone else feel like some of those guys like pop sound like celph titled?
369
Lyrical genius!! The best
I cant stop rewinding this song celph is lyrically blessed
is there a whole song with the beat at the start of this song?
Still here 2020
the beat is – Gangstarr the militia part 3
That Papoose song – Hold down the city.. You telling me, Celph Titled didn't do a track on that yet… WTF, talk about instant classic. I mean seriously..
Wow 12 years i remember bumping the catalog. Time flies
2020 anyone ?
Just say CHEESE!
Who thought we’d all be sitting here saying there aren’t enough tracks in this collection. Hindsight.
Anyone catch that he said nigga around 2:30
Rip pop smoke but this is the man who had this voice first