Celph Titled - 7L Freestyle lyrics

(Verse 1: Celph Titled) Yeah, you goddamn right it's Celph Titled The granddaddy grenade, mother f**er With my man 7L the devastator This is how we do this sh** Yo, my most prized possession is my knife collection All types of different slices selections, the nicest Weapons from the Get Right Reverend Wiling out on n***as with outlandish rage Plus I'm known to tote the iron like a Spanish maid That's going to body you, really like straighten you out Don't think I won't put the barrel straight in your mouth How many times can I write about the same old sh** I guess I won't find out until y'all stop buying it But until then it's guns, b**hes, punch lines and human accords There's kids across the world to argue over computers Who's the best? Celph Titled cause he writes heaters Caught so many bodies he should be the MVP wide receiver I seen your chick where the groupies be And when she's in my bed sounding off key like Looney-D You out looking for the b**h, all nervous and sh** I took her to the A-Train and wrote this verse for 7L's mix It's dangerous to play the role of a gangster When you dealing with a gangster who employs many gangsters Suffered and lifted on my back to make a queens soldier Southside will flatten you like steam rollers (Verse 2: Big Scoob) Unh hunh, Big Scoob baby AKA Johnny mother f**ing Famous Brooklyn, all day, you heard, trend setters I f** hos, dimes, b**hes in they prime Hood rat chickens who ain't got one dime Don't give a f** if you swole I fill you with holes n***as will think you're Kwame From the dots in your clothes With a chain in your rhyme Wrist that don't shine n***as want to be jigga but ain't got one dime Everybody hot, everybody pop glock Man you only seen a gun cause your pops a cop I kick real sh**, Brownsville on the hill sh** Big Scoob, Trend Setters, something you can feel sh** I Spray your block like graffiti, what And wait for 5-0 to get an autographed CD None of y'all n***as spit lines like these I'll have your b**h yelling please Hercules, Hercules Its war, it's like you a dead man walking Trend Setters tired of you b**h n***as talking (Verse 3: Terra) Unnh, Terra, new sh**, ha ha Ay yo, there come a time When everything must change When y'all gotta stop selling the f** out That time is right now You better ask about me, I'm the thug b**h Whip out a shank and a dick in your back sh** on your track, I get it down now They be calling me fire, the rapper die b**h The a**a**in for hire Took everything I was taught to see what I can do f** you hating a** b**hes, you heard, you n***as too The ain't your local radio station, come on dog This ain't a broadcast live from the parking lot in the mall These circles in the streets will get you the f** hurt And the last thing you want to do is spit your hottest sh** first How you want it dog? In your a** or your mouth And you ain't got that much time because my sh** is about to come out And I will f**, bite your f**ing head off too Out with a 4,5 and 6 like kiss, a range too If you truly a queen, then I'm talking to you I'm the heir to the thrown and I'm coming the f** through It's my turn Terra