โหลดเพลง mp3 Styles Ain't Raw (feat. Apathy & Chino XL) [Clean] - Celph Titled

Yeah you know we came up on an era
Where everybody was original
Had to have their own style and sh*t

Now everybody tryin' to
Sound like everybody else

I'm ill versatile
With the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex
But their styles
Ain't raw
I'm ill versatile
With the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex
But their styles ain't raw
It's like I conjured demons
Got b**ches at my concert screamin'
Like a naval recruiter
They truly want the semen sea men
Rip MC's at the seams
Leaved them stomped as cement
I bring these motherf**kers
Hell if they don't repent
Give them aneurysms
When I start usin' big words
So I speak to them real
Simple to them like Big Bird
This has been brought
To you by the letter A
Better pray you get away
When I let Beretta's spray
Get erased get replaced
Real quick in this rap biz
Like the long answers
On a second grade math quiz
Stick to simplifying
For you simple minded Simple Simons
This is simple science
When I spit it's signifying
That my spit is flyin'
I could spit shine the sun's surface
This verse is hot as fire
Breathin' dragon's verses
I hate to burst your bubble
But you faggots been bottle fed
Noddin' your noggins to
What I'm sayin' like bobble heads
So boggle your mind
And crack a bottle of wine
Over your dome till
Your skull is at
The bottom of your spine
So d**e you gotta rewind a lot of the rhymes
If Jesus Christ read
My notebook then God will go blind

I'm ill versatile
With the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles ain't raw
I'm ill versatile
With the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles ain't raw
I'm ill versatile
With the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles ain't raw
I'm ill versatile
With the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles ain't raw
When I speak it's a problem
I'm a beast and a goblin
F**kin' a MILF
That closely resembles Marie Osmond
And I've been
Layin' in the cut mind controllin' elephants
Stab your face with a tusk
Orchestrator of death
I am a black reverend
Monitor your stats
It's all you need is Monistat 7
Singin' Eye Of The Tiger but you in eyeliner
Mile high club flight attendent
Goin' down on a guy sky diver
In 209 I function 500 rounds
I'm dumpin' a Gatling gun to your dome
We act like dynamite inside a pumpkin
Sadistic appendages
My whole body's evil
Havin' fun with two guns hittin' like
Some double desert eagles
We cop cars that look like cop cars
And got heli copters
To zero in on hella cop car
And send a missile at ya official tissue
Cause your track sound gayer
Than the Mr Wendell instrumental
Detrimental to your squad
I'll distance members
And dismember body parts
And gift rap them for this December
Death is the plan
You will meet Ed McMahon
When I clear you out
Cause bombs that I Publish be Clearing House
I'm ill versatile
With the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex
But their styles ain't raw
I'm ill versatile
With the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles ain't raw
I'm ill versatile
With the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles ain't raw
I'm ill versatile
Look Up in the sky
It's a bird It's a plane It's
The Puerto Rican Superhero
Yo I'm angry like my momma
Just beat me with a switch
Madder than Nick Cannon
When Eminem be dissin' his b**ch
Big Chino is known to be a wild kid
You'll refuse to get tested
You know that 160 sh*t
Where ever there's drama
I'ma fly and find the f**ker
Beat him in the face till
He's ugly like Usher's baby's mama
I pray for your death
And I pray that I'm the cause of it
Idiot killin' a blind man
With his own walkin' stick
Mind quickest simpliest riddles
I wittle all arithmetics
I memorize ridiculous
I can hypnotize a hypnotist
Spittin' less than 33 ounces
Still considered a liter leader
My skills are far fetched
Like a Labrador Retriever
I mean I keep a lot of balls
Only rivaled by the Gods of Mars
Watchin' Mya's a** shake
On Dance With The Stars
My foes plot against me
My verbal molest and deserve
To be put in chairs of electric
Like Roman Polansky
I put that I target artists on my resume
And place them in puddles
Of blood you can see 80 miles away
Your survival is decided by
Which side of the bed I wake up on
Worship the works
Of the wordsmith like it was a cross
My effect on women is hard to explain
I can piss on they head
And convince them that it's rain
I'm vain
My six pack makin' b**ches love me more
Get out of line and get punched
Like you Snookie on The Jersey Shore
My raw thoughts are awful
I'm so twisted I could eat an iron nail and
Sh*t out a cork screw
My writtens are displayed
Inside of Egyptian pantheons
Chino is bananas
I spit potassium and calcium and ummm
You ain't feelin' my spillings
Only a minor loss
Cause I am bad to
The bone like a rotting corpse
My word a monologue
Keep rappers scared to go up in the booth
Like it's Magic Johnson's wife's vagina raw
I'm ill versatile
With the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex
But their styles ain't raw
I'm ill versatile
With the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles ain't raw

Yeah The coalition of
The spoken word crack cookers

Celph Titled Apathy Chino XL

Shuttin' sh*t the f**k down

Buckwild D I T C Forever
And ever motherf**ker

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Styles Ain't Raw (feat Apathy & Chino XL) (Clean) - Celph Titled