Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fallout , by - Celph Titled. Song from the album The Gatalog, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.10.2002
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
Fallout |
| Don’t ever push yourself against' the wall |
| Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw |
| And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw |
| (Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all) |
| (Verse 1: Celph Titled) |
| (Yo, who the fuck are you?) |
| Don Juan steeze be razor splitting you |
| Rubix Cuban unsolvable, the high tech arsenals |
| Shiny metal things spit something horrible |
| Vocal arrangements inaudible |
| Pistol whip you |
| Mandatory, not option, what you stupid? |
| My clique consists of dirty dogs, and Cuban mafia children |
| Plastic explosive play dough the money is mine if I say so |
| Ain’t no thing in this universe that could ever be my match |
| Celph Titled without fly raps is like Slick Rick without an eye patch |
| Now how you like that? |
| Yup, my recipes dope I’m used to the game like Jeopardy under the oath |
| And lethal like white boys in trench coats |
| Straight up and down I’m serving niggas with 16 bar sentences |
| My spoken word is contagious and cancerous |
| I cancel kids like answering messages left by solicitation receptionists |
| Like my man Dutchmassive, we aggressively repping shit |
| (Ain't no question kid) |
| Lurking in the everglades |
| While you at home watching cartoons |
| I’ll be sitting on the dock of the bay, with a harpoon |
| (Chorus: Dutchmassive) |
| Don’t ever push yourself against' the wall |
| Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw |
| And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw |
| (Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all) |
| Don’t ever push yourself against' the wall |
| Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw |
| And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw |
| (Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all) |
| (Verse 2: Walkman) |
| And pissed off the wrong one |
| Hand break my pencil piece when I write this |
| A head storm shatter skulls |
| Speaking of blood sport, splatter over all pearly white |
| Fresh contest blazing adrenaline behaving rude and absurd |
| While the out of states criticize from the outside viewing |
| In observing and stressing us, the tropics |
| Fuck all you corn hole fuckers with no logic |
| Brining the heat, scorching your bare feet |
| Sprinting butt naked, long distance |
| Decking moving objects, direct shots but beaming optics |
| And that’s the instincts of a natural at time |
| If you ain’t heard right, I split bricks, strictly certified blaze shit |
| Light speed I’m sonically inclined with godly insight |
| Niggas get blow to bits like megabytes |
| Can’t fuck with this, alright |
| Storm dash trooper, the cybernetic intelligence |
| The 5th element regiment, crush your residence into sediments |
| Encrypted flows with the centrifugal dialect |
| The Puerto Rican cybernetic one |
| Authentic while you synthetic son |
| I hold down the galaxy with unanimous connections |
| Quantum physics expert ripping holes right through your guess shirt |
| The seven squadron dynasty get down and dirty violently |
| Walkmen and freestyles with the emcee seeking missles |
| Atomically stay blazing accurately bout to black out of this |
| Is Tampa’s side of things and that’s what 8−1-3's about |
| (Chorus: Dutchmassive) |
| Don’t ever push yourself against' the wall |
| Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw |
| And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw |
| (Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all) |
| Don’t ever push yourself against' the wall |
| Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw |
| And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw |
| (Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all) |
| (Verse 3: Dutchmassive) |
| Yo, I sense anger, how you going to diss a total stranger |
| Talk about my records, I’m a have to rearrange you |
| Feel this laser, you’re not who you pretend to be |
| Knock off your identity and aim for longevity |
| Fuck your concepts, I can do without your comments |
| The liveliest player on a catcher burning comet |
| You make me vomit, sick of all your trends |
| If I break all keyboards before tracks the wackness ends |
| Constantly stay blazing, F-L-A is dumb hot |
| No Glocks baby boy, I’ll smash your jaw with a cinder block |
| Hard knock not, I’m just a little anti-social |
| We word wide, while y’all still think we local |
| My name is Dutchmassive, remember that shit |
| I’m killing kids, girls that diss me, get the di-dick |
| Only got a few close friends and that’s way too much |
| Cause soon they all jock us when we blow the fuck up |