Are. You. Ready?!
Another Celph Titled mother******' banger. Bllllllat!
Yeah, uh huh. Hehehehe. Awe man, mother*******s, 813, that's right baby
Highcollide, Paradox, uh huh, Celph Titled
The mother******' Rubix Cuban
Yo let's show them how we get down
Yes, yes. Yeah, okay, you ready? Tampa representatives
Let's murder them. It's goin' down. Check it, yo. ************* that
Highcollide
I had a glock and held rifles
A million mega watts, it's Paradox and Celph Titled
You busters are not ready
Touch as a pot heavy
In buckets in box Chevy's
My flow's destine, I'm a veteran at work
Leave your soul in the heavens and your skeleton in the dirt
If it ain't love that you feelin' than it's probably pain
Strike ya with Tampa Bay Lightning like a hockey game
The most treacherous
Over your debt, toast beverages
Leavin' ya motionless while I'm causin' eclipses
Supreme vocalist, happen to be forced in existence
I'm electrical lyrically, fire like the sun
You'll need medical facilities or retirement funds
This is a Cuban
Puerto Rican connection
Seekin' perfection
Competition is needin' direction
Sayin' I'm ill is like sayin' a cheetah's fast
I keep it movin' like a hundred meter dash
I'm too ferocious with
Know who you provokin' *************
You ******' with the ultimate
Blaow!
"Picture like you ain't seen it coming" - Paradox
"Yo, it's all extortion, for every man there's a coffin" - Highcollide
"I get's down and do my thing like I supposed to"
"*************s is on attack"
"What the ************* was y'all thinkin'" - Fat Joe 'Find Out'
Now I'm watchin' you die
Askin' why
You testin' X, is you mental?
(These mother*******s out they mind)
So bring the best of your crew
Learn a lesson or two
Invest in a vest or a preacher to start blessin' you
Believe it, this urban legend is true
Cut 'em in two
Leave a muttering fool, with nothing to do
I lurk in the home of southern crunk
Where cats get jumped
(And what)
We got the sawed off shotgun hands on the pump
I have *** with fly dimes and gangster ******* that pack nines
Writin' rhymes, gettin' my *************ne
I'm in this game for the love of the art
Comin' straight for your heart
Though some of y'all been hatin' me
Straight from the start
Paradox the black sheep of the Bay
(Where it get's dark)
The Judas creator
Crucify me now, but I resurrect three days later
Much greater
As one red eye Terminator
(You want more then we blazin' ya)
Tearin' flesh apart like a Florida gator
Made you afraid of the dark
Wish it was morning instead
Surprise somebody
Here comes the dawn of the dead
"Picture like you ain't seen it coming" - Paradox
"Yo, it's all extortion, for every man there's a coffin" - Highcollide
"I get's down and do my thing like I supposed to"
"*************s is on attack"
"What the ************* was y'all thinkin'" - Fat Joe 'Find Out'
Y'all mother*******s better fall back
You're talkin' to a kingpin
Who write holy scriptures on a napkin with an ink pen
And y'all ain't real unless you on Floridian realty
Cause we don't keep it dirty down here we keep it filthy
I'm all over Tampa like Bob's Barricades
With bombs and grenades at your mother's crib givin' her serenade
Up in the club I might have snuck in a snub
So if it's beef bring the ruckus and a bucket for blood
And don't think we're gonna meet you outside just to thug
We gonna meet you outside with the pump
And the buckshot from the gauge will give you acne scars
Clap at me from your whip
I'm launchin' missile that'll lift the gravity out your car
************* your pistol burners
Cause we got mother******' handguns
************* bubblin' rocks
I'm like the government up in my stocks
But up in the oven it's hot
We cook blazin' rap cakes
While y'all wack fakes make DAT tapes that's half baked
I'm sick, make a crack mother lactate
And let the mac take thirty pounds out of your estimated body weight
"Picture like you ain't seen it coming" - Paradox
"Yo, it's all extortion, for every man there's a coffin" - Highcollide
"I get's down and do my thing like I supposed to"
"*************s is on attack"
"What the ************* was y'all thinkin'" - Fat Joe 'Find Out'
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Are. You. Ready?!
Another Celph Titled mother******' banger. Bllllllat!
Yeah, uh huh. Hehehehe. Awe man, mother*******s, 813, that's right baby
Highcollide, Paradox, uh huh, Celph Titled
The mother******' Rubix Cuban
Yo let's show them how we get down
Yes, yes. Yeah, okay, you ready? Tampa representatives
Let's murder them. It's goin' down. Check it, yo. ************* that
[Verse One] [Highcollide]
Highcollide
I had a glock and held rifles
A million mega watts, it's Paradox and Celph Titled
You busters are not ready
Touch as a pot heavy
In buckets in box Chevy's
My flow's destine, I'm a veteran at work
Leave your soul in the heavens and your skeleton in the dirt
If it ain't love that you feelin' than it's probably pain
Strike ya with Tampa Bay Lightning like a hockey game
The most treacherous
Over your debt, toast beverages
Leavin' ya motionless while I'm causin' eclipses
Supreme vocalist, happen to be forced in existence
I'm electrical lyrically, fire like the sun
You'll need medical facilities or retirement funds
This is a Cuban
Puerto Rican connection
Seekin' perfection
Competition is needin' direction
Sayin' I'm ill is like sayin' a cheetah's fast
I keep it movin' like a hundred meter dash
I'm too ferocious with
Know who you provokin' *************
You ******' with the ultimate
Blaow!
[Scratch chorus] [x2]
"Picture like you ain't seen it coming" - Paradox
"Yo, it's all extortion, for every man there's a coffin" - Highcollide
"I get's down and do my thing like I supposed to"
"*************s is on attack"
"What the ************* was y'all thinkin'" - Fat Joe 'Find Out'
[Verse Two] [Paradox]
Now I'm watchin' you die
Askin' why
You testin' X, is you mental?
(These mother*******s out they mind)
So bring the best of your crew
Learn a lesson or two
Invest in a vest or a preacher to start blessin' you
Believe it, this urban legend is true
Cut 'em in two
Leave a muttering fool, with nothing to do
I lurk in the home of southern crunk
Where cats get jumped
(And what)
We got the sawed off shotgun hands on the pump
I have *** with fly dimes and gangster ******* that pack nines
Writin' rhymes, gettin' my *************ne
I'm in this game for the love of the art
Comin' straight for your heart
Though some of y'all been hatin' me
Straight from the start
Paradox the black sheep of the Bay
(Where it get's dark)
The Judas creator
Crucify me now, but I resurrect three days later
Much greater
As one red eye Terminator
(You want more then we blazin' ya)
Tearin' flesh apart like a Florida gator
Made you afraid of the dark
Wish it was morning instead
Surprise somebody
Here comes the dawn of the dead
[Scratch Chorus] [x2]
"Picture like you ain't seen it coming" - Paradox
"Yo, it's all extortion, for every man there's a coffin" - Highcollide
"I get's down and do my thing like I supposed to"
"*************s is on attack"
"What the ************* was y'all thinkin'" - Fat Joe 'Find Out'
[Verse Three] [Celph Titled]
Y'all mother*******s better fall back
You're talkin' to a kingpin
Who write holy scriptures on a napkin with an ink pen
And y'all ain't real unless you on Floridian realty
Cause we don't keep it dirty down here we keep it filthy
I'm all over Tampa like Bob's Barricades
With bombs and grenades at your mother's crib givin' her serenade
Up in the club I might have snuck in a snub
So if it's beef bring the ruckus and a bucket for blood
And don't think we're gonna meet you outside just to thug
We gonna meet you outside with the pump
And the buckshot from the gauge will give you acne scars
Clap at me from your whip
I'm launchin' missile that'll lift the gravity out your car
************* your pistol burners
Cause we got mother******' handguns
************* bubblin' rocks
I'm like the government up in my stocks
But up in the oven it's hot
We cook blazin' rap cakes
While y'all wack fakes make DAT tapes that's half baked
I'm sick, make a crack mother lactate
And let the mac take thirty pounds out of your estimated body weight
[Scratch Chorus] [x2]
"Picture like you ain't seen it coming" - Paradox
"Yo, it's all extortion, for every man there's a coffin" - Highcollide
"I get's down and do my thing like I supposed to"
"*************s is on attack"
"What the ************* was y'all thinkin'" - Fat Joe 'Find Out'
📝 纯歌词版本
Are. You. Ready?!
Another Celph Titled mother******' banger. Bllllllat!
Yeah, uh huh. Hehehehe. Awe man, mother*******s, 813, that's right baby
Highcollide, Paradox, uh huh, Celph Titled
The mother******' Rubix Cuban
Yo let's show them how we get down
Yes, yes. Yeah, okay, you ready? Tampa representatives
Let's murder them. It's goin' down. Check it, yo. ************* that
Highcollide
I had a glock and held rifles
A million mega watts, it's Paradox and Celph Titled
You busters are not ready
Touch as a pot heavy
In buckets in box Chevy's
My flow's destine, I'm a veteran at work
Leave your soul in the heavens and your skeleton in the dirt
If it ain't love that you feelin' than it's probably pain
Strike ya with Tampa Bay Lightning like a hockey game
The most treacherous
Over your debt, toast beverages
Leavin' ya motionless while I'm causin' eclipses
Supreme vocalist, happen to be forced in existence
I'm electrical lyrically, fire like the sun
You'll need medical facilities or retirement funds
This is a Cuban
Puerto Rican connection
Seekin' perfection
Competition is needin' direction
Sayin' I'm ill is like sayin' a cheetah's fast
I keep it movin' like a hundred meter dash
I'm too ferocious with
Know who you provokin' *************
You ******' with the ultimate
Blaow!
"Picture like you ain't seen it coming" - Paradox
"Yo, it's all extortion, for every man there's a coffin" - Highcollide
"I get's down and do my thing like I supposed to"
"*************s is on attack"
"What the ************* was y'all thinkin'" - Fat Joe 'Find Out'
Now I'm watchin' you die
Askin' why
You testin' X, is you mental?
(These mother*******s out they mind)
So bring the best of your crew
Learn a lesson or two
Invest in a vest or a preacher to start blessin' you
Believe it, this urban legend is true
Cut 'em in two
Leave a muttering fool, with nothing to do
I lurk in the home of southern crunk
Where cats get jumped
(And what)
We got the sawed off shotgun hands on the pump
I have *** with fly dimes and gangster ******* that pack nines
Writin' rhymes, gettin' my *************ne
I'm in this game for the love of the art
Comin' straight for your heart
Though some of y'all been hatin' me
Straight from the start
Paradox the black sheep of the Bay
(Where it get's dark)
The Judas creator
Crucify me now, but I resurrect three days later
Much greater
As one red eye Terminator
(You want more then we blazin' ya)
Tearin' flesh apart like a Florida gator
Made you afraid of the dark
Wish it was morning instead
Surprise somebody
Here comes the dawn of the dead
"Picture like you ain't seen it coming" - Paradox
"Yo, it's all extortion, for every man there's a coffin" - Highcollide
"I get's down and do my thing like I supposed to"
"*************s is on attack"
"What the ************* was y'all thinkin'" - Fat Joe 'Find Out'
Y'all mother*******s better fall back
You're talkin' to a kingpin
Who write holy scriptures on a napkin with an ink pen
And y'all ain't real unless you on Floridian realty
Cause we don't keep it dirty down here we keep it filthy
I'm all over Tampa like Bob's Barricades
With bombs and grenades at your mother's crib givin' her serenade
Up in the club I might have snuck in a snub
So if it's beef bring the ruckus and a bucket for blood
And don't think we're gonna meet you outside just to thug
We gonna meet you outside with the pump
And the buckshot from the gauge will give you acne scars
Clap at me from your whip
I'm launchin' missile that'll lift the gravity out your car
************* your pistol burners
Cause we got mother******' handguns
************* bubblin' rocks
I'm like the government up in my stocks
But up in the oven it's hot
We cook blazin' rap cakes
While y'all wack fakes make DAT tapes that's half baked
I'm sick, make a crack mother lactate
And let the mac take thirty pounds out of your estimated body weight
"Picture like you ain't seen it coming" - Paradox
"Yo, it's all extortion, for every man there's a coffin" - Highcollide
"I get's down and do my thing like I supposed to"
"*************s is on attack"
"What the ************* was y'all thinkin'" - Fat Joe 'Find Out'
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Are. You. Ready?!
Another Celph Titled mother******' banger. Bllllllat!
Yeah, uh huh. Hehehehe. Awe man, mother*******s, 813, that's right baby
Highcollide, Paradox, uh huh, Celph Titled
The mother******' Rubix Cuban
Yo let's show them how we get down
Yes, yes. Yeah, okay, you ready? Tampa representatives
Let's murder them. It's goin' down. Check it, yo. ************* that
[Verse One] [Highcollide]
Highcollide
I had a glock and held rifles
A million mega watts, it's Paradox and Celph Titled
You busters are not ready
Touch as a pot heavy
In buckets in box Chevy's
My flow's destine, I'm a veteran at work
Leave your soul in the heavens and your skeleton in the dirt
If it ain't love that you feelin' than it's probably pain
Strike ya with Tampa Bay Lightning like a hockey game
The most treacherous
Over your debt, toast beverages
Leavin' ya motionless while I'm causin' eclipses
Supreme vocalist, happen to be forced in existence
I'm electrical lyrically, fire like the sun
You'll need medical facilities or retirement funds
This is a Cuban
Puerto Rican connection
Seekin' perfection
Competition is needin' direction
Sayin' I'm ill is like sayin' a cheetah's fast
I keep it movin' like a hundred meter dash
I'm too ferocious with
Know who you provokin' *************
You ******' with the ultimate
Blaow!
[Scratch chorus] [x2]
"Picture like you ain't seen it coming" - Paradox
"Yo, it's all extortion, for every man there's a coffin" - Highcollide
"I get's down and do my thing like I supposed to"
"*************s is on attack"
"What the ************* was y'all thinkin'" - Fat Joe 'Find Out'
[Verse Two] [Paradox]
Now I'm watchin' you die
Askin' why
You testin' X, is you mental?
(These mother*******s out they mind)
So bring the best of your crew
Learn a lesson or two
Invest in a vest or a preacher to start blessin' you
Believe it, this urban legend is true
Cut 'em in two
Leave a muttering fool, with nothing to do
I lurk in the home of southern crunk
Where cats get jumped
(And what)
We got the sawed off shotgun hands on the pump
I have *** with fly dimes and gangster ******* that pack nines
Writin' rhymes, gettin' my *************ne
I'm in this game for the love of the art
Comin' straight for your heart
Though some of y'all been hatin' me
Straight from the start
Paradox the black sheep of the Bay
(Where it get's dark)
The Judas creator
Crucify me now, but I resurrect three days later
Much greater
As one red eye Terminator
(You want more then we blazin' ya)
Tearin' flesh apart like a Florida gator
Made you afraid of the dark
Wish it was morning instead
Surprise somebody
Here comes the dawn of the dead
[Scratch Chorus] [x2]
"Picture like you ain't seen it coming" - Paradox
"Yo, it's all extortion, for every man there's a coffin" - Highcollide
"I get's down and do my thing like I supposed to"
"*************s is on attack"
"What the ************* was y'all thinkin'" - Fat Joe 'Find Out'
[Verse Three] [Celph Titled]
Y'all mother*******s better fall back
You're talkin' to a kingpin
Who write holy scriptures on a napkin with an ink pen
And y'all ain't real unless you on Floridian realty
Cause we don't keep it dirty down here we keep it filthy
I'm all over Tampa like Bob's Barricades
With bombs and grenades at your mother's crib givin' her serenade
Up in the club I might have snuck in a snub
So if it's beef bring the ruckus and a bucket for blood
And don't think we're gonna meet you outside just to thug
We gonna meet you outside with the pump
And the buckshot from the gauge will give you acne scars
Clap at me from your whip
I'm launchin' missile that'll lift the gravity out your car
************* your pistol burners
Cause we got mother******' handguns
************* bubblin' rocks
I'm like the government up in my stocks
But up in the oven it's hot
We cook blazin' rap cakes
While y'all wack fakes make DAT tapes that's half baked
I'm sick, make a crack mother lactate
And let the mac take thirty pounds out of your estimated body weight
[Scratch Chorus] [x2]
"Picture like you ain't seen it coming" - Paradox
"Yo, it's all extortion, for every man there's a coffin" - Highcollide
"I get's down and do my thing like I supposed to"
"*************s is on attack"
"What the ************* was y'all thinkin'" - Fat Joe 'Find Out'
You can now enter my invisible rhyme real world
How does it fell? Mortals tend to melt into the mix
Unconscious come with me, I’ll lead you to the cor...
I already done heard enough of that bullshit
Celph Titled comes through with matches lit
Causing gases ashes to form where your casket sit
I'm passion...
(Verse 1: Celph Titled)
Yeah, you goddamn right it’s Celph Titled
The granddaddy grenade, mother *******
With my man 7L the devastator
This is how we ...
Yo, let me tell y'all something
This ain't mother****ing rap music, this is mother****ing slap musi
And no dumbass niggas get slapped the **** up on a...
These hungry rappers battle for a buck and some change
There really be kids starving
Give a **** if it change
Shock rap
Not that
You get signed you mi...
I travel underground like the Goonies with a bag full of uzis
Emerging in a corner store where Arabs sell loosies
My banger's on the waist, I never ...
"The Ultimatum, let's abbreviate em" - LL Cool J 'Incredible'
A.O.T.P.
You can't **** with the
The ultimatum ain't debated, ain't the same as when yo...
Yo, I got you askin' who the ************* would want beef with a strong fleet?
Hungry to palm heat? Cause this year we gon' eat
Shut the church down
...