Celph Titled & Buckwild - Styles Ain't Raw lyrics

Yeah, you know we came up on an era where everybody was original Had to have their own style and sh**. Now everybody tryin' to sound like everybody else "I'm I'll versatile, with the sk** no more Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles ain't raw" It's like I conjured demons Got b**hes at my concert screamin' Like a naval recruiter they truly want the semen/sea men Rip MCs at the seams leaved 'em stomped as cement I bring these motherf*ckers hell if they don't repent Give 'em aneurysms when I start usin' big words So I speak to 'em real simple to 'em 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 f*ggots 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 dope you gotta rewind a lot of the rhymes If Jesus Christ read my notebook then God will go blind "I'm I'll versatile, with the sk** 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*ckin' 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 d**h 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 2-0-9 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 dis-member body parts And gift rap 'em for this December d**h is the plan You will meet Ed McMahon when I clear you out Cause bombs that I Publish be Clearing House "I'm I'll versatile, with the sk** no more Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles ain't raw" {TV Show Sample:} 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**h Big Chino is known to be a wild kid Y'all refuse to get tested You know, that sh** Where ever there's drama I'm a fly and find the f*cker Beat him in the face till he's ugly like Usher's baby's mama I pray for your d**h and I pray that I'm the cause of it Idiot, k**in' 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 sk**s 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**hes 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** out a cork screw My writtens are displayed inside of Egyptian pantheons Chino is bananas I spit pota**ium 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 I'll versatile, with the sk** 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** the f*ck down Buckwild. D.I.T.C. Forever and ever motherf*cker