Celph Titled - The Final Word lyrics

(Intro: L Fudge) Yeah, yeah Unh, unh L Fudge, Celph Titled (Verse 1: L Fudge) You lacks the minerals and vitamins Respect due to that The average hip hop consumer is now like, who that? Songs now a days ain't staying stuck in your brain They got to the point that all songs that s** sound the same Speaking on behalf of a third of us in the game Whenever dope comes up they ain't announcing our names Not running up in clubs screaming When my songs pumping they celeb status waning like Keenan They big headed and ga**ed up, I'm staying on the cement Don't want to hear that talk around me, I'm not playing But my villains, y'all couldn't help know this b**h Is rated over me then, y'all automatically Get more frequent to my semen Pay attention to how closely to how stupid y'all look Like a producer dropping dime on a new Cubans hook sh** back to the song, continuing to split lyrics in half To the point in the bathroom you ask if its on You'll be like, 'yeah it is' don't his rap be the bomb Listen what's with dun and our pens sing a long Bring it on, whatever, that's how this sh** supposed to be I ain't new nice, I've been since Hawaiian Sophie, please (Verse 2: Celph Titled) You can't mislead a champion Don Dada, Celph Pachino Nice with the gun clap, get your front smacked You not militant, so how can your rank hang With a man that is quick enough to dodge A bullet a point blank range The 9 double M snub, real handle this I don't puff weed, but I could still smoke Canibus Upper echelon, at the Grammys, get my trophy on I'm kind of childish, I'll choke you with a Pokemon In fact, I like s** and violence so much I have fantasies of busting off rounds when I f** Some say I'm a sick n***a, let the gun click n***a Cuban spic n***a, why you all up on my dick, n***a? I said it before, and I'm a say it again I'd rather write with a knife and stab your a** with a pen You couldn't release dope sh** even if you at a kilo b**hs know my stee-lo and scream "Aye que Rico" Celph Titled is lethal without enhancements I'm like a tape deck that can't rewind, always advancing I'll smack Swiss Beats over the head with his own Casio And bring real hip hop back to my stage show I don't know sign language so f** a contract That's what I speak, understand that Wanna know what a real p**y feels like? Why don't you stand in the corner and hug yourself real tight Mother f**er (Verse 3:) (Celph Titled) Yo, this is for my n***as smoking chronic in blunts (L-Fudge) For my my British n***as smoking spliffs along with silk, hunh? (Celph Titled) For my European n***as smoking ounces of skunk (L-Fudge) To my Dominican's making thousands off of just one (Celph Titled) We can make songs for you, sh**, why the f** not (L-Fudge) I take the first hit, hide it from cops, cops see, don't they paid to be dope, I'm addicted to b**hes that give me brains to elope, but I'm tied up like Rudolph on a sleigh to a rope and cut up short like a movie to a dope (Celph Titled) I'm an ungrateful a**hole who's always quick to wet cops, have my t-shirts made in a third world sweat shop (L-Fudge) You should have some sympathy (Celph Titled) Well how could I have that? When I was 12, I was homeless and living with the rats (L-Fudge) It's L-Fudge and Celph Titled we be NY's best, coming four times magnum, straight to your chest, what