[Verse 1:] Y'all got Celph Titled questions I got Celph Titled answers On how I started, how I represent Tampa (the God city) I know you're used to hearin' me on some wild out shit Yellin' at the top of my lungs how my nine gon' spit And I got more styles that's sick And I've been doin' this since Fahrenheit 813 since '93 I've been makin' beats and writin' rap sheets Mischievous teenage wither a creative outlet to release anger (uhh) Booty shake bass music, I was into that Poison Clan, 2 Live Crew, that's what got me into rap (yeah) Loopin' tracks with fast hi-hats and 808's Four track machine with the high speed cassette tape Now keep in mind, I was a fan But as MC's we all are And very few of us become stars (stars) Went from blastin' Magic Mike to grabbin' a mic Tried to sound like Spice-1 and not "Rapper's Delight" (nah) E-40 to Ice Cube The west coast had a lot to do with the type of beats I'd write to (true) But still the Juice Crew was one of my favs Never discriminated whether New York or L.A. (word) And around the mid nineties I became fascinated with the Lord Finesse style of slick rhymin' The Redmans, the Big Ls, the Das EFXs Ras Kass, Chino XL type of records So guess what "WHAT?! " Celph Titled emerged, bowlin' ball style Runnin' through pins, author of murderous words And I was set to rip every verse I put down 17 years old and at rappin', I'm pretty good now
[Chorus: Scratch] "Yes yes y'all" "I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one" [Sadat X of Brand Nubian 'Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down':] "Right on the spot"
[Verse 2:] I'm from a city that don't have much hip hop roots So I felt compelled to form a hip hop group See I was once on some, go-against-the-norm Flow fast and write rhymes in complex forms It was kinda I'll at the time (remember?) Cause the only other choice Was Puffy and Ma$e and they big willie club joints (take that, take that) So I got my act together and eventually met two other MCs that rap together We was all on that underground vibe Cella Dwellas, Kool Keith, Tribe and Organized I was kinda out of my mind A weird guy Cut designs in my facial hair and fucked around with beard dye It was me, Majik and Dutch and we had a lot of fun Thought we was smart, named ourselves Equilibrium (that's right) And had a label called Atomic With Walkmen and Kramtronix, layin' down cuts on it I stayed pollyin' 24/7 And in 1997 started recordin' our first record Then my phone rang, didn't know who it was from (who?) Some guy who called himself, Apathy The Alien Tongue Heard I had production and could rhyme too He was from up north and knew some Jedi Mind dudes Plus he had a crew better than any quad A couple months later they was callin' me a Demigod (yeah) I started shoppin' my demo aggressively Landed on the desk of Budz Distribution/NYC Next thing you know, I got a single on wax And an offer for a job in New York so my bag was packed
[Chorus: Scratch] "Yes yes y'all" "I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one" [Sadat X of Brand Nubian 'Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down':] "Right on the spot"
[Verse 3:] Now I'm nineteen (nineteen) A Floridian in New York A white Cuban boy who says "nigga" and eats pork (wow) So you can call me foul But back then I didn't care I would do whatever to catch a listener's ear (whatever) So I submerged myself, in the local scene New York Rican, Wetlands, Tramp, Speed, S.O.B.s That guy Apathy (that's him) He's from Connec