Forever - Celph Titled

You have now entered the realms of

Rictor boy, Celph Titled the Rubix Cuban

Complex, Kimani of the Masterminds

And L-Fudge, a.k.a. El

's in the mutha-(scratch) house

You kicking it with divine minds

Define rhymes divide time and space

Mix New York with the ATL bass

I’ve been hard to trace (but now I)

Leave evidence of existence

K rocks with persistence

Assistance is that your neck snaps

Fresh raps, veterans and wet backs

Agree that we fresh like Wet Naps

We set traps

Then set stacks and lesser rhyme books on fire

Mastermind drop til we retire

To a higher plane

Leaving the name engraved up in your hall of fame

Kid been riding the train

With the same walkman since '93, see I be

Holding it down for NYC, lively

The upper west residence, superior intelligent

Fresh like your breath after peppermint

Heaven sent these MC’s to ease the pain

To all of y’all feeling like rappers just the same in the game

I mastered arts ripping heads apart, literally

Strip you of your necessities and luxuries

I really could be

As much and separated you

From everyone that you’re related to and the ones who produced you duke

Long gone, erased all evidence

Of even once thinking that you was a Don Juan

Far from where you once used to stand at

And taken off the high pedestal where they once used to rest your raps at

Promotions is what determines your fate

And you know what’s ill what’s promoted has kids learning to hate

Not sure of the science behind this

Enables them to sneak up and surprise us

Put barcodes in us have them scan us

At any given time, and still not influence your shit

It’s for everybody, at any one given rhyme

Keep a set frame of mind in these times

Or remain ignorant wait for the sun to surface and be shined

It goes hip, hop, hip-hop forever

Hip, hop, hip-hop forever

Say hip, hop, hip-hop forever

Say hip, hop, hip-hop forever

What if I took L’s concept and combined it with southern dialect

Would it be too complex for minds to master?

Ten years after, kids like «damn he flipped names,»

2009 they still lame

Confused, scatterbrained

Rappers talking nonsensical syntax

Maybe slice open their back and snip wires

Replace blood with gasoline and set fire

Bugged out, tip of my tongue get slugged out

Projectile thrower, more rhymes excel slower

Proceeding by a, you gotta be

I pull over police when I’m in hot pursuit of my dreams

License and registration, representation come from Queens

I grab the mic, it’s only right

The only right to remain silent

Still got a violent brain but I restrain from crime

Cuz every rhyme is closer

I’m too nice to murder, and vice versa

I sing-alongs

You can think of the worst thing to say, but what’s worse is that

You’re the exact definition of the word «wack»

You busting mad shots, here’s your bullets back

Ay yo

It’s hard for me to contain the vomit rising in my throat

We interrupt this scheduled broadcast to bring you the latest from…

Celph Titled live and direct, the Floridian architect

813 residency got you on the safety precaution tip

Placing grenades in backpacks, making sure the pins get lost quick

MCs is simple minded blindly writing rhymes in crayon (yo yo!)

You wanna talk to that kid I battled?

Aight, let’s have a seance

Rip your favorite idol to shreds like chemotherapy dread heads

You got a lot at stake, I’ll spare ribs and break legs instead

Spitting grammar so any person, place, or thing gets sprayed with gamma ray

Energy unrefusable got me rocking shows at funerals

I’m steaming out the nostrils leading my headphone apostles

Believe me when you see these 5 MCs rip mics colossal

El Tremendo Cubano gleaming in the moonlight

One half of Equilibrium, one love to all my aolytes