Without Warning - Celph Titled

Yeah, that’s right

You know what I mean

Bombay Safire, the India Bambaataa

Ain’t no underground shit right here

Ay, yo, Electro, bring in the drums son

It’s like niggas see your mug up on TV

And they think shits sweet, right

You know what I mean

Do a couple of major label tours

And shit ain’t sweet

Ay, yo, Celph Titled

Talk to these mother fuckers

(Verse 1: Celph Titled)

Look down the barrel mother fucker

You can see what hell look like

I ain’t never rock a halo

I grow horns from my head at midnight

My whole steeze consists of anger management release

Act like a baby and get dropped right on your head piece

This flow is deadly faggot, fuck, what you stupid

Oppose me and have you running

From an angry mob of Cubans

I’m a cross between Bram Stoker and La Cosa Nostra

We organized vampires with a chrome attire

This ain’t no tough talk, it’s words from a genius

You could me the meanest thug

I’ll still have homicide cleaning your rug

Drinking the dick syrup, you bitches is intoxicated

I never use a rubber ma, my Glocks are chrome plated

Up in the studio, my masters rest in an alter

We keep a holy dress code, my engineers wear priest collars

Duck from the fire spray, this is how we making hits

I love the taste of burnt flesh, it tastes like bacon bits

(Verse 2: The1shanti)

I know you seen us in those videos (Right)

And heard our voice on the radio (True that)

With all of the pretty faces, check the phrasing

We keep it moving, Cuban to Asian

In this game, it’s either me or you star

I ain’t come up like Harold and Kumar

More like that kid who’s counting them blue cars

Fucks with mines, you’ll be calling on Blue Cross

Aspiring, I take it one step higher than

I stay trail blazing, they bootleg firemen

Conspiring, thinking of me retiring

You in too deep, now you wrestling leviathan

Deny a man from getting paid right

You all perspiring because you a bunch of playwrights

Stay tight with family, don’t need friends kid

When I said 90 percent nigga I meant it

Some man shit, this is my school, y’all suspended

Never missing a day of the hustle, perfect attendance

Liquor a blend with to make your head spin

With electro-four yo, that nigga president

(Outro: The1shanti)

I know you seen us in those videos (True)

And heard our voice on the radio (Right)

With all of the pretty faces, check the phrasing

We keep it moving, Cuban to Asian

It’s like mother fuckers see your mug up on MTV

And shit and think shit’s sweet all the sudden

Y’all ain’t grinding on the levels we’ve been grinding at

Mother fucking assholes

Trying to take away a little bit of shine

Because we’ve been grinding a decade and then some

Put in your time and then talk the shit

Do your homework

Before you talk to the mother fucking professors

Celph mother fucking Titled

Mother fucking 1shanti

Electro mother fucking four

Do the research