[Chorus Vocal] [Blacastan:] [x2]
So why they hatin' on Celph Titled?
[Triggered-Sample Chorus]
"I don't know man, I don't know man, I don't know man, I don't know, I don't know"
"Cuz they wanna be where I are, cuz they wanna be where I are"


[Verse One]
Star spangled from harsh angles, bow & arrow arch
Aimed at ya Randy Savage wave cap, ya budget I ate that
I'm the new Pat Sajak
They asked me for a couple letters so my AK spat
(Multiple) hollow-head heat seekers at ya weak features
Like Data from The Goonies with unique sneakers
I'mma slide past wack shit with highly extensive
Combat shit on compact discs
Don't worry if I'm burnin' ya album, cause if I'm burnin ya album
I'm in the backyard, burnin' the album
(Oh yeah) Smokey the Bear'll have to choke on a flare
Am I supposed to be scared? That's like Vin Diesel combin' his hair
Ain't happenin' now, no, nah, not forever
Not a rapper with a better flow, whatsoever
All these biters ride my nuts like a road rail
They wish I had seatbelts embedded in my coat tails


[Chorus Vocal] [Blacastan:] [x2]
So why they hatin' on Celph Titled?
[Triggered-Sample Chorus]
"I don't know man, I don't know man, I don't know man, I don't know, I don't know"
"Cuz they wanna be where I are, cuz they wanna be where I are"


[Verse Two]
I first appeared on wax in '98 as a young teen
Now I'm stackin' paper got my thumb green
How many times am I fresh? That's ump-teen
Get dirty with the trigger but I keep my gun clean
That's sparkling shinin', yeah the glittery bling
Vocals so big, the Protools need a 50 inch screen
Hardcore rhymes, jazz riffs and loops
I think y'all forgot what rap sounded like, didn't you?
Let me remind you of a time way back
Where hip hop tracks had hard snares and not lame snaps
Rappers were rappers, drug dealers were dealers
Fans was just fans and the music was much realer
Now it's a clown show, except these faggots
Got a dope boy persona instead of the damn clown nose
I laugh at any critic sayin my style's too humerous
Cause you a insecure boy with an abused uteris


[Chorus Vocal] [Blacastan:] [x2]
So why they hatin' on Celph Titled?
[Triggered-Sample Chorus]
"I don't know man, I don't know man, I don't know man, I don't know, I don't know"
"Cuz they wanna be where I are, cuz they wanna be where I are"


[Verse Three]
I get slept on heavily
But I'm an expert with rap whether it be Heavy D or Heather B
I've heard all the beats, all the cuts, all the breaks
All the flows from all the legends in cities state to state
I'm a ace when I study the science of spit
Respect my skill for the one of a kind that it is
Put behind all the early shit you heard of mine
That was before I flipped and decided it was murder time
I stepped my game up, my cadence is impeccable
Lyrics are out of this world, swagger is incredible
And if you can't see that
Then you're probably a rapper yourself wishin' you could be where I'm at
(Man) don't you herbs notice? You can't disturb my focus
My words are so sick, they leave you with tuberculosis
If your CD's got 15 songs
Word is bond it's about 15 songs too long