All out War - Celph Titled

«Lyrical Commission»

«Turntable and I, tear shit up»

«Celph Titled»

«Settle the score»

«All out war»

(Verse 1: Trem)

This is all out war with a fallout sure to cause a backlash

I’ll bash in your fucking face, I don’t stab backs

Trends attacking rappers with a thirst for blood

Submerge your body in a river shoved in a Persian rug

Eternal come for curtains, that’s a certainty

Leaving third degree burns from these first degree murder sprees

Earning me and my verse and these words global praise

I throw grenades when I flow and set the show ablaze

A fire bug for hire shrugging a cop off

Plug in the micro bomb, soft cunts to compost

We from a long lost planet where rap is real

Still intact and untapped by the mass appeal

Market, LC spark and blast targets

Master the craft and kick it raw like a carcass

Lyrical Commission’s carving a path with rotor blades

We roll deeper in the streets than a motorcade

(Verse 2: brad strut)

I’m barely breathing, bleeding, heart rate increasing

It’s fire stakes, I can’t take fakes and thieves

And past mistakes seep in through the gaps of my armour

Ain’t nothing what it seems as I battle with snake charmers

Paint you a portrait, I got a sword, just not cautious, do what I want

My squads forces hard to handle like a grenade on detonation

Rock the candles, a parade of devastation

Defend the nation while I step inside your earlobes

And carve you split of slick spits and I don’t fear no man

You need heroes, all I want is beer, blow some weed and type speech

Some beats and reap zero, disrespect, I hinder reps with heavy burden

Get in your head, and leave you left for dead, they’re calling curtains

This shit’s superb in your Car or Walkman, go stalking an important

Public figure’s son is a slick assassinator, four fours caught in an elixir

Sworn to fascinate you with scorn joining the mix, it’s life and death

In this business, it’s kind of sad, but I define my track with death scriptures

(Verse 3: Celph Titled)

There ain’t a motherfucker been in more fights than me

O.G.'s in my hood ain’t got more stripes than me

Celph Titled is known to tote but when I ain’t packing

I keep a buck 150 nigga, we can get it cracking

And if I throw slugs you better pray they graze your chin

You said you had an infrared but that was just a laser pen

Just the sight of me will make you strain to breathe

I shoot till I’m satisfied, I aim to please

And you ain’t got more ammo than me

With clips there’s no contender

In my house we keep gun oil in a liquid soap dispensers

You shouldn’t let your mouth flap

Cause I’mma put you down under and I ain’t talking 'bout The Outback

In New York I’m grungy

In Australia I’m Dundee

Cooking barbecue with just the smoke from my gun heat

Niggas get comfy with a pillow in they face

The Demigodz and Commission filling body bags by the case

(Verse 4: Bob Balans)

The world leaves the forgotten to lurk in the waste

That’s why I don’t trust, I hurdle through space

With a thrust and peril is safe from the payback

Cause where I stay you fight for a placemat

And I don’t say cat, cause where I grew up that meant faggot

But I do leaves tracks po’wed and flattered

Staked in habit, daggered, when I unsheathe the mic from the scabbard

And uphold the standard cause your fates borrowed

So check the horrid scars on your face and forehead

In hostile territory like foreign embassy

LC start a war, now we’re the common enemy

Execute you to a tight schedule

Get the general, the rest are expendable

Melt ya, every decibel held ya in a molten tank

Until it’s over your scalp and there’s nothing left for burial

Your aluminum in the smolder stay crushed, the heavy fuel

Expels the metal shells in your shoulder

Arial assault leave you pumped like a propeller