Well, Well, Well

Lyrics

[Hook] Well, well, well, well, well, well Yeah, yeah, yeeaah-he [Verse 1: Celph Titled] You better know now or know how We so foul and profound Blowouts, CDs sold out, the illest no doubt When Celph Titled rolls out, immaculate respect Uzis and TECs, protect your neck with a teflon turtleneck Bitch there ain't a diesel cat that could face me You don't really want to run your mouth and have to make me Summon the gods with my mystery chant And perform the running-man for my victory dance Murder motherfuckers mostly over money with guns to they tummy Hollow-tips that leave you stiffer than a mannequin, dummy Record a demo while the Demigodz make new songs Your better off running the triathalon with parachutes on A real bug-nigga, and that's how I'm better known You make beats, I'd rather rhyme to a metronome Other crews got egos but can't floss right I'll run them over, have 'em smoking the exhaust pipe [Hook] Well, well, well, well, well, well Yeah, yeah, yeeaah-he [Verse 2: Rise] Already proved that all my rhymes are wicked enough They sleep when you on the mic, you're fucking Jigglypuff A big kid, yeah, fuck, I don't wanna grow up And I don't care what he says, yo he can suck a... know what I'm bigger than that, smile when you kicking my raps Have converstions with your girl while she sits on my lap Yo, stop talking about they girls man, it's starting to get old Well, umm, no tell their girls to stop leaving they clothes The reason I flow is not to just get us indoors Pops in barber shops like my son is better than yours Cause and effect, Rise is the effect and the cause All those who came before, I just perfected their flaws Perfect because I have to be, look at my town Neglecting the laws of gravity, I'm not coming down There's cops on the ground that look like dots on a map From the level of where I'm at when I'm dropping, you wack Bounce [Hook] Well, well, well, well, well, well Yeah, yeah, yeeaah-he [Verse 3: Esoteric] I rock rhymes that blow ends, drop lines like gold friends Pull dimes that start trends, while your trying to make amends Your girls be like your wallet, all fives and no tens Actually they're all ones, you bust with small guns I look like an MC who murders the spot Like Derek Jeter looks, like a smaller version of The Rock Bitch please, I never ever met a dick-tease I'm so cool that when I spit frees my spit freeze Old Yeller, I'm known to leave a fella With more cuts and scratches than the Shook Ones acapella You want to fuck around with Esoteric And blown on some bullshit like working-dice-credit When rappers try they usually step and die Then MCs get the message like a number I don't recognize Your call her back, pop minds they hear me freestyle And spend the next seven days hittin' redial [Hook] Well, well, well, well, well, well Yeah, yeah, yeeaah-he [Verse 4: Apathy] I keep the planet under my spell, under my reign I stay on tracks, while throwing rappers under the train I'm numbing your brain, stunning you while tonguing your dame I appreciate her, everything that's under her brain When reciting it's lighting with thunder and rain A Demigod that's beyond your small blundering brains Fortune and fame, really it's just one and the same That I obtain while you're still a bum begging for change Tryna front like you're new and really nothing has changed You ain't underground, you're locked in a dungeon with chains You're not a thug 'cause you rock your little Lugz and a chain I'm a slug, nah fuck that, I'm double the pain Your hussling game is lame, couple bucks and a name Maybe some buckets of champagne with sluts in the range I'll fuck with your brain and flex so your muscles are strained Until your nothing but a punk clutching crutches and canes Muthafucka [Hook] Well, well, well, well, well, well Yeah, yeah, yeeaah-he Well, well, well, well, well, well