[Intro]

Stupid [bad word] [bad word]  duck, and hide. Die [bad word] die.

Let em know, Celph.

It’s time to bust some heads in.

Let’s go.

Oh yeah.

 [bad word] 

Hard to the [bad word] core we are 
The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad  [bad word] run, we gonna tear the head piece up 
Uh huh, you don’t want beef because

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust em in 
Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust em in 
Lost bust em in 
Bust bust em in 
Bust bust em in 
Bust bust em in

[Verse 1: Reef The Lost Cauze]

AOTP, fresh nice and ice links 
You won’t feel till after the punch like a spiked drink 
Sipping Goose till my eyes pink, ninety-five live rings 
Real niggas survive things and die kings 
I can hit that homie, said yo you owe it to me 
So it’s no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie 
You got a heart homeboy? Then show it to me 
The flow’s majestic, I spit a roll of golden [bad word] 
I’m old school like roll a dooby 
Daddyo my hoes is groovy, pay my rent with dough from groupies 
pimp and a killer, gorilla in your project 
Nine milli really only defence of my logic 
The shotgun just sits in the closet 
Waiting for you [bad word] [bad word] dip in my [bad word] 
Nonsense, the weak could never stop the thorough 
 [bad word] niggas suspect, I call them boys gossip girls

 [bad word] 

[Verse 2: Apathy]

I treat fools like tools cause I always got a few biscuits 
And bus em in like kids from different school districts 
Y’all [bad word] will get your spinal discs flipped 
Rhymes will make the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit 
Nickel-plated nine shine like diamonds on Slick Rick 
I’m wicked as a Wiccan [bad word] when the candle wick’s lit 
Want to sample this [bad word]  You need to read Sanskrit 
And travel to the top of Mount Sinai to transmit  [bad word] through the Red Seas like an escaped slave  
Then holding up the walls of water with my sound waves 
Like what I was doing during Public Execution, half-human half-mutant 
Ap the seed of Rasputin 
Gats shooting, shots ricocheting off of my steel body 
And three quarter length fat goose to conceal shotties 
The god walks the surface of the Sun it won’t melt feet 
Cause when’s the last time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat?

 [bad word] 

[Verse 3: Celph Titled]

I’m a five-star general, the [bad word] main man 
Flip a bird, hold a slammy with the same hand 
And do a rain dance when blood splatters and sprays 
Cement mixing your IV, turn your anatomy grey 
Nobody ratted at A-O-T-P not trenched with OPP 
I’m obsessed with OCD, a temperamental mental patient 
With cyberkenetic [bad word] integration 
One of rap’s most innovative voices or flows 
In front of [bad word] buttons 
I look around, all my choices just blow 
So now you should know I’m the don of braggadocio  
Flamethrower, I’m Cobra Kai and I’m keeping it dojo name goers  [bad word] down and sign up, I’m training soldiers to rhyme 
Don’t forget the punchline’s up 
Cause you ain’t [bad word] with the gold [bad word] Cuban nowhere 
No rap is nowhere near what I just wrote here oh yeah