Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fahrenheit 813, artist - Celph Titled. Album song The Gatalog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2002
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
Fahrenheit 813 |
What we’ve come across here is something |
That most of y’all don’t know about |
So if we promise to let you know what the deal is |
Y’all got to promise to listen |
(Chorus: Majik Most) |
Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo |
Check that degree |
Check that degree |
Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo, yo |
Check that degee |
Check that degree |
Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo, yo |
Check that degee |
Check that degree |
Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo |
Check that degee |
Check that degree |
(Verse 1: Dutchmasive) |
Area code, octo uno tri Faherenheit |
Swamp land, palm trees subparadise |
No need for subways, we roam the city bus |
Biodome a building block, walkmans are a must |
I thrust attached to the back of a determined reptilian |
Mad as fuck always dissing Floridians |
Flood water is serious, snap the neck of most tourists |
The vocals from a tropic state emcee can be poisonous |
Avoid the underground railroad at 88.5 |
Or F-L-A hip hop broken down in the hive |
I’m a strive making water aqua district you abused in |
Not every southern melody you hear is booty music |
I’m a run through shit, yo, Bay sound record my voice |
I’m a be an Everglades emcee, I have no choice |
Fuck a coast, Dutchmassive represent where alias |
My residency is TPA, it’s like society of intelligence |
(Chorus: Majik Most) |
Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo |
Check that degree |
Check that degree |
Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo, yo |
Check that degee |
Check that degree |
Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo, yo |
Check that degee |
Check that degree |
Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo |
Check that degee |
Check that degree |
(Verse 2: Majik Most) |
As I spit the prefix, all eyes transfixed |
To the first tribe with archives |
Advisers step up, amped up |
Focused on my abnormal growth |
Progression progression as hip hop moves on |
Medal back support placed for torque |
I stand strong through the Farenheits |
Majik Most grabs the mic |
Reveal my inner talent |
Reign violent in your sector |
Perfecter of the sound |
Projects visions legendary |
I carry the devastation to your face |
In the place to be, my city represents me |
The most elevated, but located below sea level |
Uplifted peninsula, swung from east to west |
Strike the country with humidity, swiftly |
Sweaty back bastard from the 8−1-3 |
Emcee or monstrosities |
Blasting adrenalin while Cramtroniks |
Backspins with four arms |
Emerging from his abdomen |
(Chorus: Majik Most) |
Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo |
Check that degree |
Check that degree |
Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo, yo |
Check that degee |
Check that degree |
Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo, yo |
Check that degee |
Check that degree |
Fahrenheit 8−1-3 yo |
Check that degee |
Check that degree |
(Verse 3: Unknown) |
I de-grit my teeth and rip my chords at sound receivers |
Make sure I shine for stage perceivers |
Make doubting niggas become believers |
Create an irreversible friction without holding heat |
Packing a 44 centimeter blade in liquid concrete |
Silent, suffocate off of the salt water concentrate |
Of this whole tropic state |
I’m inclined with 8 hundred and 13 sonic calisthenics |
Magnificently harmonistic in this song |
That since we fixed, asphyxiation |
Construct 50 foot needles on every building top |
So all you big timers can never sleep on Tampa hip hop |
Foundations get broken as my language is spoken |
Bet you can take that as a token, when I get you open |
I.E. |
the next time you hear the vibrations |
Within my voice box, the game plan is Cyclops |
Only one way that you can see me |
Reincarnating, try your best of being me |
Equilibrium’s the balance of the mind |
And silence of divine |