Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Represent, 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
Represent |
As soon as they heard Apathy they tried to pull the batteries out the box |
But rapidly drop when they reacted to shocks |
They overloaded over-lord of the land, the mortal, the man |
Who’s sorta like a soldier with a sword in his hand |
According to myth, a rapper that was born with a gift |
The force of his spit could cause internal organs to shift |
In the beginning non believers tried to force him to quit |
Ignorin' his wit, now the suckers orbit his dick |
Embracin' in clubs, fake smilin' faces and hugs |
Fabricated love all because he’s makin' a buzz |
The snakes who hate, went outside waitin' with thugs |
To beat you down until ya shit got traces of blood |
Y’all are new jacks to rap soundin' spacey and bugged |
I been spittin' since ya mother had to lace up your Lugs |
Face it it’s over you tryin' to move the base of a boulder |
With weights on ya shoulders so stand back or wait till you’re older |
Lil' soldier |
Trust me I got ways to control ya |
I’m like God to the Devil |
Ap is Satan’s Jehovah |
I don’t even write raps cause the paper would smolder |
So the flows are never over till I say that they over |
Represent Represent |
They say a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach |
But I know a shortcut that’s through the chest which ain’t too far from it |
Ain’t fuckin' with cameras but I’m takin breast shots |
My gat bangs while you playin Max Payne on X-Box |
Watch the lead chop a couple strands out ya dreadlocks |
And send you niggas J-walkin' like you rockin' S. Dots |
Swing medieval swords with lethal force, behead ya soldiers |
Not talkin' soap but these bullets will clean your Head & Shoulders |
Arms back and torso kneecaps they all go |
When we open fire at your little sisters horse show |
Celph Titled the Rubix Cuban is shootin' through ya roof with Rugers |
Jumpin' out the sewer in a scuba suit |
Fuck with the Godz and feel the agony of Hell’s grip |
My niggas throw grenades the size of Patti LaBelle’s tits |
Rap about artillery but never had no parts of missiles |
Thought you had a gun but all you had was just a starter pistol |
Represent Represent |
Yo hatin' me is only makin' me more hungry and anxiously |
To get mine and sit by more cake than bakeries |
The Godz clique make hits but different from all of these artists |
Y’all sellin' more fake shit than a damn flea market |
I see part to most this industry is weak hearted |
Y’all see beef I’m servin niggas like a meat market |
So keep barkin' cause real dogs we bite first |
Y’all can talk on the mics but in life my knife works |
I’m ready for the game is it ready for me? |
I done stepped beyond any level you define an MC |
See, cats a joke actin' like they hustle for cream |
Knowin only Coke you push is on a vending machine |
Well known and respected Motive hope you never forget it |
Heads I embed it with a flow that’s energetic |
Fuck a vote I been elected |
As a new mic weapon with a ill thrill style that’s been perfected |
Disrespect ya life can end in an instant |
These MCs are like dykes act like men but really are bitches |
Represent y’all, Represent |