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7l - yell at us lyrics

[scratched sample]
“come on, man!”

[intro: celph t-tled]
yo, let me tell y’all something…
this ain’t motherf-ckin’ rap music, this is motherf-ckin’ slap music
and lil’ f-ggot -ss b-tches get slapped the f-ck up on a daily basis
7l keepin’ it godzilla on the track
all hail apathy, the eso-pterodactyl
and yours truly, celph motherf-ckin’ t-tled
yo!

[verse 1: celph t-tled]
i’m a motherf-ckin’ legend in the streets and i don’t care about rap
when my gun goes off they call me grand master flash
blast your wig off when i pull this hair trigger
water park your body slide you down the hudson river
listen carefully, my flows be best in the cypher
or come close, get cosy next to the fire
i got golf trophies and croquet hammers, propane canisters
in my garage next to dead bodies and fertilizer sod
with rifles in odd places in the aquarium with fish water
out in the kitchen inside the dishwasher
oh so gangster, tell me i’m wrong
frontin’ on the block you wasn’t sellin’ c0ke on
you was singin’ folk songs, riding your bike with tight coats on
throwin’ smoke bombs on old folks lawns
and thats as gully as you got, you ain’t throwin’ the darts
i got nuclear bombs that make you glow in the dark
i’m like macgyver with weapons, respect the god when he’s shinin’
i can make a gun with just a pepsi can and a solderin’ iron
better duck cause these bullets might go through
the right view of those tinted light blue bifocals
my knife owes you, penetration for sure
i’m a rap cannibal on the second leg of my tour
whether you scorpio or sagittarius
i keep a gat next to my hairy nuts and never scared to bust

[chorus: celph t-tled]
ain’t no need to holler, bring it on and just yell at us
demigodz, we official h-lls rappers
fight to the death, hold your team for ransom
ready for war whenever we chant this anthem

ain’t no need to holler, bring it on and just yell at us
demigodz, we official h-lls rappers
fight to the death, hold your team for ransom
ready for war whenever we chant this anthem

[verse 2: apathy]
i leave this track destroyed a blackened void
like the earth’s just collided with an asteroid
chicks avoid… these ignorant boys
who pick apart s-xual freaks like sigmund freud
i’m the b-tch f-cker, sl-t sticker, ho i’d probably hit you
i’m chemically imbalanced, baby i got issues
the type who’s gettin’ brains on an amtrak train
while they crackin’ open the vile of anthrax strain
mind of confucius, tongue forked like judas
concentration of buddhists and fists like a pugilist
you stupid b-tches are too superst-tious
terrified of y2k computer glitches
but now it’s 2004, we’re in a war
where you clutch ya throat, choke and gag on the floor
from invisible fumes, you reach physical doom
’til we f-ck up the planet and gotta’ live on the moon
i travel… underwater, twenty-thousand leagues
in a bio-dome bubble where i struggle to breathe
where the light doesn’t reach so it’s trouble to read
so i rock off the top while they juggle the beat
where it’s so cold, humans gotta cuddle for heat
i’ll probably loose my mind and chuckle for weeks
while up on the streets, humans mutate into beasts
then eat the flesh of deceased, you’ll never rest in peace

ain’t no need to holler, bring it on and just yell at us
demigodz, we official h-lls rappers
fight to the death, hold your team for ransom
ready for war whenever we chant this anthem

[esoteric]
i’m sick of you all, if rap was hoop give me the ball
then i’ll pierce you like ricky or paul, cities will fall
like pompeii, here’s a buck fifty, it’s on shea
my words deep like i wrote this sh-t upon clay
demigodz, the squad is on a power trip
like colin powell on acid doing foul sh-t
you claim your guns enforce
but the only iron you ever pulled was on a golf course
(make money) yes, that is the plan
and i know it like my girl knows the back of my hand (ahh!)
y’all put me to sleep, y’all poetry’s dull
i got a splittin’ headache from crackin’ so many skulls
i blaze the booth (y’all fake) shea’s the truth
i beast motherf-ckers like beowulf
i need five microphones, four clones of catherine zeta-jones
three whips to roam, two homes and a gold throne
i throw stones at gl-ss cribs, f-ck up parties and crack ribs
ya’ll throw blanks like mad-libs
a.o.t.p. shook rappers call police (siren)
i’ll leave your brain lookin’ like a jackson pollock piece
i’m an altered beast, ya’ll are geese soon to be deceased
bow to the chief, you f-ckers need a priest
no peace, step to esoteric if you want it
and get k!lled by bars like a raging alcoholic

ain’t no need to holler, bring it on and just yell at us
demigodz, we official h-lls rappers
fight to the death, hold your team for ransom
ready for war whenever we chant this anthem

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