| Celph motherfuckin' Titled
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| Demigodz
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| Uh
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| I am my own hell, I am my heaven
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| I am my triple-six, I am my seven
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| Ain’t no need to call the reverend, I’mma bless 'em
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| Get the message? |
| You at ten, my shit goes to eleven (Spinal Tap)
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| My ascension from a slob to a rap god, heroin
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| Black tar, we smack y’all heretics
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| See I’m a seraphim, save yourself the embarrassment
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| The highest rankin' angel of God talkin' to cherubims
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| Great can’t take a break, bars never take a day off
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| I’m here for a purpose, The Lord don’t make mistakes
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| S.O.B. |
| in the place, you know the drilly pal
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| Ryu, Tak, Skully, Divine, Cheap, what up Bilal?
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| So come and get it, we huntin' without a license
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| A terrorist on this mic, call me Vanilla Isis
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| Takin' out you suckers and you don’t know how I did it
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| But you do, you know its true, but you’re too proud to admit it
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| I’m a… god
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| Curse my name, stab me in the back
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| But that could never change the undeniable fact
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| That I’m a… god
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| Uh, curse my name, stab me in the back (ugh)
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| But that could never change the undeniable fact
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| That…
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| I’m a bad man, but you can tell I’m blessed
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| Still feeling guilty for the things I did on Megadef
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| My reputation must have rung a bell and made 'em mad
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| Guess I’m still stackin' skeletons underground from Razor Tag
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| My sincerest apologies, sorry, probably bottled your spirit
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| And pour it out in the lobby and cop a squat in your lyrics
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| I’m sick and tired of comical Richard Pryor degenerates
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| Better get back, your neck’ll get slashed like The Revenant
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| Ticky Tak, turn up the temp a mil-li-on degrees
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| They askin' where I’ve been, well I’ve been chillin' overseas
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| to Royal City Avenue
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| Now I’m back with the firin' squad and a whole new attitude
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| With a violent facade, quiet, you trying too hard
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| with Styles of Beyond stylin', 'cause I am a god
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| So my method to go and get 'em is writin' the song
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| Spot 'em, and once I got 'em I’m swattin' the fly on the wall
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| I’m gone
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| Run, run, run from the ghetto bird
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| But don’t fret, I’ll even the bet with top secret jets
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| So when my crew lands… (what?)
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| Air traffic controller lookin' like the wacky wavin' inflatable tube man (damn)
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| If a bullet could talk… mine would say, «Fuck off, Celph Titled’s a boss!
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| «(aw)
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| I’m larger than life, use a mountain for a back rub
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| I just found a Malaysian airplane in my bath tub (huh?)
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| Royal flush holder, you wanna feed your kids granola
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| But I gave 'em all ice cream double dipped in ebola (aah)
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| I’m the reason for the Richter scale, I was sent from hell
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| With weapons like Christian Bale, the axe I wield’ll have your bitch impaled
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| (fucker)
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| Catch you shoppin', get on the Walmart intercom
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| And let the whole store know I put this dick in your mom (bitch)
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| Yeah I slayed and tapped it
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| Her face look like she was layin' next to firecrackers taped to eight
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| mayonnaise packets (ya heard)
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| Curse my name, stab me in the back
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| But that could never change the undeniable fact
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| That I’m a… god
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| Uh, curse my name, stab me in the back
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| But that could never change the undeniable fact
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| That I’m a GOD! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lap of the Godz , by - RYU. Song from the album Tanks for the Memories, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп