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One-two, one-two
Pharaoh shit nigga
Yo, I live life according to the Low End Theory
A champion the trophy goes to me clearly
Most of these niggas fear me seriously
I'm a step above God my apostles cheer me
Tap if you hear the Desert Eagle spittin
With a +Buhloone Mindstate+ I start +Ego Trippin'+
Back in the lab I'm the mad scientist
Keep ya eye on this, when I roar I'm lioness, yes!
Untamed, my style is mundane, consumed from the moon
Until the sun done changed,
Done done, I done came, conquered my insanity
The man in me evolves to my vanity,
All black Tee, Philly fitted with a black P
Niggas ain't ready for war to blast me, B
Ask me if I give two shits, if you ain't Pharaohs, QD
My kids or my bitch.

E.S. I made the track rap your dome,
We uncanny like David and Manny,
You chasin' balls, out in left, while I'm circlin' third and being waved home
Murderin' herbs reveil words to your nose bone.
I'm Larry Holmes with a left and a right
I'm Roy Jones winning fights on consecutive nights
I'm Luke Sky with the blast shield down, cats kneel down,
This is boom-bap, real rap, steel sounds.
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I watch NESN at seven
I watch the news at eleven to look for MC's
I lyrically murdered and the body's that I deserted,
They probably didn't deserve it, but I had to do it to them, I gotta prioritize
That all black rap in me, so I do it to 'em
The Mighty Thor with the mind of Michael Moore
This type of war ends games like the final score

Yeah! Celph Titled!
I can't see y'all from where I'm at
I like the smell of napalm in the morning while I'm eating my Apple Jacks
My battle axe acts as a last resort death kill
Quarantine your city, it's about to be a lead spill
Faggots better (Fall back!)
Said I ain't got (Raw raps!)
Fuck made you (Doubt that!)
Fuck boy (I'm all that!)
Arrows with explosive tips
I'm about to get real I'll on some I'll Bill "Coka Nostra" shit
That's gritty and gangsta
Vinnie, pass me a banger
I'll abort you little sports with a rusty hanger
Parker Brothers say my name, y'all start to stutter
Slicing pussies, I'm a certified carpet cutter
Handgun: automatic!
Shotgun: pump-action!
Me with your wife, that's automatic hump-action!
Laundromat thug passion, we wash bundles there
Keep a gun tucked in the motherfucking Snuggles bear