Lyrics Silence & I - Celph Titled feat. Vinnie Paz of Jedi Mind Tricks & King Syze
Yo
I
mastered
the
flow
I
know
death
more
than
Lazarus
know
And
me
defeated
isn't
frequent
like
Nazareth
snow
Hold
ya
urn
into
the
air
so
ya
ashes
can
blow
Put
my
burner
in
the
air
so
the
pacifist
know
That
I
ain't
scared
to
start
a
revolution
Another
fixed
election
another
injustice
I'mma
execute
'em
Land
of
the
free,
home
of
the
bravest
Who
you
think
the
victim
who
you
think
the
fuckin'
slave
is
People
on
the
grind
working
for
minimum
wages
Working
nine
to
nine
and
seein'
the
minimum
paper
Not
to
mention
the
inadequacies
of
welfare
And
the
lack
of
a
proper
universal
health
care
They
don't
know
about
the
common
man
They
care
about
distracting
you
and
hope
that
Israel'll
bomb
Iran
I
got
a
bomb
in
hand,
and
it's
for
George
Walker
Meet
ya
maker
motherfucka
meet
ya
lost
father
It's
gangsta
how
we
rock
while
you
watch
Attracted
to
our
style,
this
is
how
we
get
down
With
big
jewlery
and
big
guns
We
get
busy,
it
gets
grizzly
This
is
concrete
rap
Q-Dimension
pavin'
the
way
It's
a
sacred
day
waiting
for
my
patience
to
pay
I'm
a
horse
that
grazin'
the
haters
sayin'
all
that
I'm
the
evil
that's
born
when
someone
good
passes
away
I'm
both
good
and
foul
things
The
love
and
hate
an
unwanted
child
brings
Right
left
life
death
the
stress
of
the
trial
brings
The
best
of
the
wild
kings
that's
us
This
is
smoked
out
rap
get
high
angel
dust
Roll
with
niggas
that
be
payin
the
dues
Playas
that
don't
give
a
fuck
if
they
lose
Live
they
whole
life
drainin'
booze
Doc
already
told
me
is
it
rap
or
smoke
Is
it
bars
of
death
for
life
or
a
hole
in
my
throat
Hardheaded,
livin'
my
life
regrettin'
shit
This
that
next
shit
Syzemology
the
new
testament
Do
this
for
my
niggas
Kong
and
the
fam
Yo
I
do
this
for
them
haters
sayin'
my
songs
don't
bang
If
this
industry's
a
movie
I'm
the
starring
actor
You're
an
assistant
for
the
intern
of
the
back-up
gaffer
But
I'm
only
a
rapper
standing
on
two
feet
Backstage
with
four
whores
on
all
fours
And
that's
on
all
tours
How
more
can
I
spit
a
punchline
and
an
ill
statement
And
keep
your
attention
span
on
my
records
for
entertainment
No
explainin'
it,
you
do
the
math
I
did
the
math
teacher
Miss
Anita
spread
wide
under
the
gymnasium
bleachers
Fucker,
don't
matter
which
herbs
speak
Cause
we
got
pistols
with
barrels
longer
than
Big
Bird's
beak
Plus
the
creamy
white
powder
yeh
we
sellin'
the
milk
D
My
audio
be
to
raw
for
children
it's
filthy
I
never
leave
the
crib
without
a
pack
of
now
and
laters
I
pack
now
and
blap
later
And
ain't
a
player
you
can
find
rollin'
down
the
strip
with
hundred
rounds
in
clips
Packin'
macks
in
the
back
of
the
Ac
on
some
Big
Pun
shit
When
you
hear
the
click
ya
click
run
quick
dick
Transportin'
handguns
in
mini-vans
that's
the
pistol
whip
Celph
Titled
the
gourmet
chef
ripple
effect
An
inconspicuous
spic
with
kitchen
mittens
when
I'm
slittin
ya
neck
1 Primo's Four Course Meal
2 Playin' With Fire
3 Spoiled Rotten (feat. J-Zone)
4 Way of the Gun
5 Diablos
6 All About Drama
7 Clap
8 Never the Least
9 Down & Dirty About My Scratch
10 The Countdown Theory
11 Turntable Science
12 Right Now
13 All Out War
14 Eatadiccup (feat. J-Zone)
15 Just a Feelin'
16 S.C.O.M.
17 Represent
18 The Final Word
19 Extra Thug Sauce (J-Zone Remix)
20 Inaudible
21 Blao!
22 Extra Thug Sauce
23 Who What When Where
24 Tampahiphop.Com Freestyle
25 All Night
26 Mother Molesters Freestyle
27 It Ain't
28 DJ Unknown & Mekalek Freestyle
29 Windows 98
30 Floss Filthy
31 Political Gangstas
32 Baldwin Brothers
33 Big Dummy
34 Silence & I
35 Cover & Duck
36 Skrilla Guerilla Freestyle
37 Shhhh!
38 You Ain't Seen It Comin'
39 Mother Molesters Freestyle (MILF Mix)
40 All Out War (Prowla Remix)
41 Real Villains
42 The Countdown Theory (Remix)
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