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lirik lagu celph titled – all out war

[scratch hook] {x2}
“lyrical commission”
“turntable and i, tear sh-t up”
“celph t-tled”
“settle the score”
“all out war”

(verse 1: trem)

this is all out war with a fallout sure to cause a backlash
i’ll bash in your f-cking face, i don’t stab backs
trends attacking rappers with a thirst for blood
submerge your body in a river shoved in a persian rug
eternal come for curtains, that’s a certainty
leaving third degree burns from these first degree murder sprees
earning me and my verse and these words global praise
i throw grenades when i flow and set the show ablaze
a fire bug for hire shrugging a cop off
plug in the micro bomb, soft c-nts to compost
we from a long lost planet where rap is real
still intact and untapped by the m-ss appeal
market, lc spark and blast targets
master the craft and kick it raw like a carc-ss
lyrical commission’s carving a path with rotor blades
we roll deeper in the streets than a motorcade

(verse 2: brad strut)

i’m barely breathing, bleeding, heart rate increasing
it’s fire stakes, i can’t take fakes and thieves
and past mistakes seep in through the gaps of my armour
ain’t nothing what it seems as i battle with snake charmers
paint you a portrait, i got a sword, just not cautious, do what i want
my squads forces hard to handle like a grenade on detonation
rock the candles, a parade of devastation
defend the nation while i step inside your earlobes
and carve you split of sl!ck spits and i don’t fear no man
you need heroes, all i want is beer, blow some weed and type speech
some beats and reap zero, disrespect, i hinder reps with heavy burden
get in your head, and leave you left for dead, they’re calling curtains
this sh-t’s superb in your car or walkman, go stalking an important
public figure’s son is a sl!ck -ss-ssinator, four fours caught in an elixir
sworn to fascinate you with scorn joining the mix, it’s life and death
in this business, it’s kind of sad, but i define my track with death scriptures

(verse 3: celph t-tled)

there ain’t a motherf-cker been in more fights than me
o.g.’s in my hood ain’t got more stripes than me
celph t-tled is known to tote but when i ain’t packing
i keep a buck 150 n-gga, we can get it cracking
and if i throw slugs you better pray they graze your chin
you said you had an infrared but that was just a laser pen
just the sight of me will make you strain to breathe
i shoot till i’m satisfied, i aim to please
and you ain’t got more ammo than me
with clips there’s no contender
in my house we keep gun oil in a liquid soap dispensers
you shouldn’t let your mouth flap
cause i’mma put you down under and i ain’t talking ’bout the outback
in new york i’m grungy
in australia i’m dundee
cooking barbecue with just the smoke from my gun heat
n-ggas get comfy with a pillow in they face
the demigodz and commission filling body bags by the case

(verse 4: bob balans)

the world leaves the forgotten to lurk in the waste
that’s why i don’t trust, i hurdle through sp-ce
with a thrust and peril is safe from the payback
cause where i stay you fight for a placemat
and i don’t say cat, cause where i grew up that meant f-ggot
but i do leaves tracks po’wed and flattered
staked in habit, daggered, when i unsheathe the mic from the scabbard
and uphold the standard cause your fates borrowed
so check the horrid scars on your face and forehead
in hostile territory like foreign emb-ssy
lc start a war, now we’re the common enemy
execute you to a tight schedule
get the general, the rest are expendable
melt ya, every decibel held ya in a molten tank
until it’s over your scalp and there’s nothing left for burial
your aluminum in the smolder stay crushed, the heavy fuel
expels the metal sh-lls in your shoulder
arial -ssault leave you pumped like a propeller

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