paroles de chanson Laugh About It - Celph Titled , Demigodz
Yeah...
muhfucka
It's
Celph
muthafuckin'
Titled
M-o-t-I-v-e...
Southpaw,
what
up
baby?
Muthafuckin'
Demigodz...
muthafuckin'
Doe
Rakers
This
how
the
fuck
we
get
down
Yeah!
Yo...
You're
muthafuckin'
right
I
ain't
dead
yet,
I'm
back
with
a
vengeance
Keep
rappers
on
their
toes
every
time
I
make
an
entrance
Who
is
it?
Celph
Titled
and
Motive:
two
soldiers
from
the
'godz
with
four-fifths
That'll
throw
your
kids
off
the
edge
of
a
snow
cliff
And
fuck
banana
clips,
I'm
on
some
watermelon
shit
You
oughta
call
it
quits,
'cause
when
the
seeds
spit
every
nigga
gettin'
hit
Come
get
me,
ain't
no
alarm
system,
just
grab
your
arms
and
rip
'em
Blood
drippin',
paint
the
Rubix
Cuban
emblem
with
'em
A
Spanish
nigga
that'll
vanish
niggas
out
their
whole
existence
Atheists
want
it
with
me,
and
then
they
go
religious
I
got
bitches
from
your
'hood
researchin'
facts
on
you
Catch
you
at
Mac-donalds
and
put
the
MAC
on
you
Blaat!
Bomb
you,
and
put
that
black
bag
on
you
In
the
freezer,
"Cold
As
Ice"
like
M.O.P.'s
song
do
So
"What
you
want
on
your
tombstone?
" Ain't
no
pizza
here
Fuck
with
Doe
Rakers
and
you
better
keep
them
heaters
near
"Wile
out,
fuck
niggas
up,
laugh
about
it"
"Hahahahahaha
HA!
"
"Fuck
niggas
up"
I'm
a
DR
representative,
of
course
I'm
a
represent
It's
evident,
this
song
is
hard
evidence
I'm
presentin'
my
own
authentic,
intellectual
methods
Of
connectin'
these
raw
sentences
My
style
is
unperfected,
yet
it's
still
a
force
to
be
reckoned
with
This
isn't
meant
for
the
feminine,
soft,
or
more
sensitive
This
is
for
my
dogs
livin'
off
the
wall,
relentlessness
That'll
brawl
at
all
costs,
whether
armed
or
weaponless
And
for
the
record
kid,
this
is
beyond
questionin'
I
roll
with
a
venemous
squad
of
all
veterans
That
are
never
hesitant,
not
even
for
a
second
To
storm
up
in
your
residence
and
leave
your
vital
parts
and
appendages
Hemorrhagin'
to
the
point
modern
medicine
Couldn't
mend
the
shit,
leavin'
your
relatives
to
mournin'
your
remembrance
When
it
comes
to
the
penmanship,
I'm
a
perfectionist
'Cause
hip-hop
is
the
definition
of
what
self
expression
is
Yo...
I
don't
spit
it,
I
live
it,
that's
what
make
me
so
different
While
y'all
mimic,
I
paint
a
picture
more
vivid
to
help
niggas
to
vision
Hatin'
me
is
your
decision,
if
you
really
listen
Understand
why
people
got
more
faith
in
me
than
their
religion
You
can't
deny
it,
these
words
is
written
Best
way
to
describe
my
lyrics
is
givin'
verbal
decision
Here's
my
prescription
for
MC's
thinkin'
they
sickin'
Precise
spittin'
with
competition
for
all
mic
collision
You
see
I've
risen,
plot
to
stay
in
position
I'm
hot
with
intentions
to
knock
this
shit
down
at
this
prison
(Yo!)
So
who
with
it
to
get
it,
thinkin'
this
gimmick's
by
me?
I'm
in
it
to
have
my
digits
have
no
limits
like
P
It's
Mo',
Celph,
and
Southpaw,
no
respect
for
cops'
laws
Got
a
hundred
grams
in
the
top
drawer
The
Doe
Rakers,
we
not
your,
the
raw
we
knock
off
Your
funds
and
them
guns,
we
pop
off,
nigga
1 Intro
2 Science of the Bumrush, Volume 2
3 Captivate/Deactivate
4 The Demigodz
5 The Godz Must Be Crazy
6 Under My Skin
7 Heat Speakers
8 Clown Class
9 Laugh About It
10 Science of the Bumrush, Volume 2 (instrumental)
11 Captivate/Deactivate (instrumental)
12 The Demigodz (instrumental)
13 Off the Chrome (instrumental)
14 Don't You Even Go There (instrumental)
15 The Godz Must Be Crazy (instrumental)
16 Under My Skin (instrumental)
17 Heat Speakers (instrumental)
18 Science of the Bumrush, Volume 3 (instrumental)
19 Clown Class (instrumental)
20 Crazy Glue (instrumental)
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