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celph titled - pit of the flame lyrics

[intro: some redneck talking]
god d-mn it jimmy. you better get in this house and listen to this equilibrium
this vinyl is the best god d-mn thing in your life
i’ll slap you with that god d-mn vinyl piece jimmy

i don’t give a f-ck about a parka. he’s wearing a f-ckin’ cardigan!

[talking: celph t-tled]
yo, y’all know the f-ckin’ science. equilibrium. majik most. dutchm-ssive
and yours truly, celph t-tled. we back up in this motherf-cker for real
fahrenheit 813, 2003. j.j. brown on the motherf-ckin’ beat
watch how we flip it on these f-ggot -ss n-gg-s

[verse 1: majik most]
oh sh-t it’s majik!
most!
yeeeeah
and i don’t kick mama jokes
i kick it to your moms, slippin’ mickey’s in her c-ke
everything i ever wrote, dope enough to quote
your rhymes suck!
i wouldn’t play you as a joke
but crash my car to wreck yours no doubt
and if the streets are watchin’, we shoot the eyes out
so f-ck all that feminist stuff you talk about
no r&b in me, see i give it to ’em rough
find your wife knocked out, naked, wearing hand cuffs
about to bust, when your girl grabbed the kodak
took a picture of my bozak, i’m all that
watch my raps give you cataracts until you crash cadillac into a cactus patch
the flow’s exact
exacto knife raps
slice through your backpack
right into the fat, i’m the fattest on tracks
so make way, move back
it’s skills that you lack
so yo bust this
you can sweat me, watch me, jock me and clock me but don’t battle me
cause you’re not a lyricist b-tch

[chorus: scratch]
majik most
b-tch
dutchm-ssive
remember that sh-t
celph t-tled
d-mn it he’s i’ll
[m.o.p.:] “raised in the pit of the flame”
“comin’ real”
“and my team’s strong”
[apathy ‘chrome depot freestyle’:] “battle mech ready to flex”
“raised in the pit of the flame”

[verse 2: dutchm-ssive]
you won’t find me in the source for the quote of the month
dutch
that’s right, throw your weapons up
you can catch me shotgun in your car, puffin’ a blunt
dutch
that’s right, throwin’ upper cuts
i chuckle at the fact of what a thug would do
i stand right above you, snub you, take your girl and the mic from you
ayo f-ck you!
sincerely from the whole crew
you’re never comin’ out, delete your vocals
both my arms will crush your ego
i defeat foes by throwin’ they body parts to the shark people
you want battle raps?
i cut kids heads off at they backpacks
and tell ’em i got jazz while celph push they wig back
i just sit back and laugh cause where i’m goin’, see, chicks don’t dig that
and yo, i’m for the women f-ck the children
building block floridian, dutchm-ssive, equilibrium

[chorus: scratch]
majik most
b-tch
that’s m-ssive
remember that sh-t
celph t-tled
d-mn it he’s i’ll
[m.o.p.:] “raised in the pit of the flame”
“comin’ real”
“and my team’s strong”
[apathy ‘chrome depot freestyle’:] “battle mech ready to flex”
“raised in the pit of the flame”

[verse 3: celph t-tled]
we can stand up in a hurricane and still stay balanced
and give props to anyone that’s stupid enough to challenge
equilibrium, tampa bay’s three wise men
gamble with your life in our hands and let the dice spin
tiger with ice pick claws
that’ll slow your roll
my clique is superstars, we get more head than a totem pole
evacuate like kosovo
i put bullets where they’re supposed to go
all up in your face and leave a hundred holes
mc’s can’t cope?
keep your third eye closed
brace for impact that’ll reverb from each verse i spoke
a true pimp, leavin’ a b-tches pants soakin’
when the last date you had was with a videotape and hand lotion
i’m nasty at bar fights so guard your gold tooth
f-ck tables
i’m hittin’ n-gg-s with the entire booth
my repertoire stay dirty south with filthy burners
put my work on the streets and milk all of my earnings
i’m courteous
even when it’s your life i’m ending
i’ll sterilize the razor and give you a clean cut image
celph t-tled, godfather of pan handled hip hop
but i can’t handle this man’s samples leavin’ your man dismantled

[outro: some redneck talking]
jimmy get in this house and feed this god d-mn bird. you wanted a bird
you gonna feed that god d-mn bird. this god d-mn bird is malnourished
it’s god d-mn legs are bending when it gets on it’s perch
you son of b-tch. get in here jimmy

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