Celph Titled - Open The Mic lyrics

(Verse 1: Jay Love) Yeah, unh, yo, let me spark this I'm already wound up Let's burn it from the ground up Turn the f**ing sound up Allow chumps spitting on this underground cut Come around, it's going down like the town s*ut Keep your mouth shut, I'm quick to set it Kid forget it, I get ga**ed and piss unleaded Your sh**'s pathetic, split before your wig's beheaded Disconnected and ripped apart like a Christmas present Flip this record, we can battle on the instrumental Battle to a quickened tempo, battle with a pen and pencil Your girl's digits in my pocket, that's coincidental But if they had a pimp Olympics, I would win a medal I've been around them most of my life I go to your show with a knife and start provoking a fight Jump on stage just when the moment is right And scream open the mic or the poet gets sliced (Verse 2: Celph Titled) Out the mouth comes fire Who ignite the fullest Celph Titled feed you led Make you bit the bullet Talk imaginary crime stories And get dealt shots Surprise you with the calico And get shell shocked And hell's hot, you don't want to get caught there When there's warfare, we suit up And carry fours in pairs I'll rob a b**h too Snatch her purse with the quickness Not Jamaican, but I love to jerk chickens n***as disrespect, I never keep it on wax We load up the vans with soldiers and fully loaded macs Crashing through the windows of your crib Blasting shots wearing navy seal suits That look like astronauts Don't give a f** about rap You talking thug sh**, drain your bodily fluids Now you lack substance Whether east or west, you bring beef around here I'll launch a missile to your city until the coast is clear (Verse 3: Louis Logic) Ay, yo, you feeling me Well get your mittens out my trousers Or we'll deal a beating out like a clique of rowdy bouncers You sit around announcers got nothing to say Like your girl when I'm standing up and f**ing her face sh**, we take shots like they don't affect us With more rounds and quarters Than bankers and pay phone collectors I sip licks with thick chicks and stay so erected Cause my dick fit in a slick slit like lego connectors Hey, don't forget this, J-Love and Celph and J-Zone Spit heat like they come from hell When I'm pissy, I can dump as well When I'm not, I'm just pissed off So your two choices are lumped or swelled Chicks tell me I'm something else, the way I eat snatch In a pair of cushy knee pads and safety mask And lately, that's been the reason they hate me rapping Cause my dick disappear in your chicks mouth Like baby aspirin (Verse 4: J-Zone) Y'all say Zone is a one trick pony I say Zone got a long dick, blow me The way y'all hate, the more the money come I ain't been unanimously loved since I was 21 With Muisc for Tu Madre My first LP, all that critical acclaim I was up in Starbucks and couldn't afford a latte But now I talk trash and bring hell to the people You're not a broad or a bank teller, I don't want to see you Too cheap to go clubbing, to ugly to model Too broke to drink Crys, but I'll front with the bottle J-Zone give a dime to a quarter, b**h please Rich or poor, y'all ain't worthy to wash my drawers A-R-C on the beat, me Odd Couple and Celph Use your bathroom and pee on the seat And f** a holistic ho, I'd rather have a ho With lipstick blow on my balls like a piccolo (Verse 5: JJ Brown) Now hold up, you can't have a jam With out the engineer man It's double J Brown in this b**h, yeah, yeah I get into your psyche, don't care if you like me You're p**y, even your lesbo flow is so dyke-e Check the level of the treble, that's the five-g sound The devils on a whole new level When we roll through your town Cause it's the O double D C-O-U-P-L-E With JB on this banger courtesy of AV It's hot sh**, don't say you is when you isn't Like jerking off with your left hand That sh** just feels different And porque you want to act like you got that pimp sh** Cinematic heads know that my posse make hits I heard you thinking, drinking is some sh** that we say But best believe I leave this rapper style dripping with Grand Marnier Hip hop hooray, it's the end for your clowns And leave your ho standing up You sit the f** back down, homie