Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pit of the Flame , 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
Pit of the Flame |
| God damn it Jimmy. |
| You better get in this house and listen to this Equilibrium |
| This vinyl is the best god damn thing in your life |
| I’ll slap you with that god damn vinyl piece Jimmy |
| I don’t give a fuck about a parka. |
| He’s wearing a fuckin' cardigan! |
| Yo, y’all know the fuckin' science. |
| Equilibrium. |
| Majik Most. |
| DutchMassive |
| And yours truly, Celph Titled. |
| We back up in this motherfucker for real |
| Fahrenheit 813, 2003. J.J. |
| Brown on the motherfuckin' beat |
| Watch how we flip it on these faggot ass niggas |
| Oh shit it’s Majik! |
| Most! |
| Yeeeeah |
| And I don’t kick mama jokes |
| I kick it to your moms, slippin' Mickey’s in her Coke |
| 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 fuck 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 bitch |
| Majik Most |
| Bitch |
| DutchMassive |
| Remember that shit |
| Celph Titled |
| Damn it he’s ill |
| «Raised in the pit of the flame» — M.O.P |
| «Comin' real» |
| «And my team’s strong» |
| «Battle mech ready to flex» — Apathy 'Chrome Depot Freestyle' |
| «Raised in the pit of the flame» |
| 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 fuck 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 FUCK THE CHILDREN |
| Building block Floridian, DutchMassive, Equilibrium |
| Majik Most |
| Bitch |
| That’s Massive |
| Remember that shit |
| Celph Titled |
| Damn it he’s ill |
| «Raised in the pit of the flame» — M.O.P |
| «Comin' real» |
| «And my team’s strong» |
| «Battle mech ready to flex» — Apathy 'Chrome Depot Freestyle' |
| «Raised in the pit of the flame» |
| 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 bitches 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 |
| Fuck tables |
| I’m hittin' niggas 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 Titled, godfather of pan handled hip hop |
| But I can’t handle this man’s samples leavin' your man dismantled |
| Majik Most |
| Bitch |
| That’s Massive |
| Remember that shit |
| Celph Titled |
| Damn it he’s ill |
| «Raised in the pit of the flame» — M.O.P |
| «Comin' real» |
| «And my team’s strong» |
| «Battle mech ready to flex» — Apathy 'Chrome Depot Freestyle' |
| «Raised in the pit of the flame» |
| Jimmy get in this house and feed this god damn bird. |
| You wanted a bird |
| You gonna feed that god damn bird. |
| This god damn bird is malnourished |
| It’s god damn legs are bending when it gets on it’s perch |
| You son of bitch. |
| Get in here Jimmy |