Playin' with Fire - Celph Titled.mp3

[00:09.72](Verse 1: Tak)
[00:10.20]Stand back, put the picture my frame
[00:12.12]The handcraft of a master, the flicker, the flame
[00:14.52]That sell three madman Megadef LP
[00:16.89]Monster mash, prop for what? From S.O.B.
[00:19.41]Chop the honeycomb, what would I be without wax?
[00:22.26]Just another empty battery shell in the pack
[00:24.60]String on the puppet, laughin', claimin' I'm all of that
[00:27.00]When I know in fact, everything you claim is all crap
[00:29.40](Sample: Rolling Stones - Play With Fire)
[00:30.27]"Don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire..."
[00:31.80](Verse 2: Ryu)
[00:32.13]Yo, got the fuse lit, keepin' it movin', so
[00:33.21]Freakin' abusive, people are pukin', so
[00:34.83]Sick of the music, suckin' the fumes in
[00:37.08]So don't get it confused, I'm not you, stupid
[00:39.63]Hundred-proof booze in the back, all tipsy
[00:42.12]Bring two clips, I'm clappin' all sixty
[00:44.67]Swing through quick and bust if one's empty
[00:46.95]Your chances of leavin' the club: fifty/fifty
[00:49.56](Verse 3: Apathy)
[00:54.96]Wanna **** around with Hell's recruits?
[00:56.70]I'll stomp Satan in his face 'til it melts my boots
[00:59.28]I'll use the sun for my throne, universe as my home
[01:01.80]And your skull as a crown to adorn my dome
[01:04.20]Watch porn with your girl, slip a mickey in her Beck's
[01:06.69]Put a hickey on her neck, then the titties I caress
[01:09.18]Under match of ??? set's, I'm the one the chickies sweat
[01:11.61]Make 'em suck it 'til their jaw's ****ed up like 50 Cent's
[01:14.40]Most of you faggots stay postin' that jacked shit
[01:16.74]But when we retaliate, it's never some rap shit
[01:19.41]Swing on your mandible and bring out mechanical
[01:21.75]Devices that splices flesh from the intangible
[01:24.51]I spark fire like electrical shocks
[01:26.37]And ready the glocks, to clash with Connecticut cops
[01:28.77]You're on some Brad Pitt shit, so you better go watch
[01:31.26]The movie Seven, 'cause you'll find your wife's head in a box
[01:33.90](Verse 4: Tak)
[01:34.32]Rush you bustas, get touched with nunchucks
[01:36.51]You tough tough, askin' to really get ****ed up
[01:38.91]Who cares what you been through, I'm goin' against you, so
[01:41.61]Sharpen your skill while I sharpen my Ginsu
[01:44.16]Gas and ashes, and medical kits, but see
[01:46.62]That's what happens when chemicals mix
[01:48.57]The birth of a strange creature, umbilical split
[01:51.00]But for now, the main feature, you said it was sick
[01:53.19](Verse 5: Celph Titled)
[01:53.64]The word on the streets is that I'm hellbound, 'cause I bully Christians
[01:56.31]But I stay up in the armory, developin' pulley systems
[01:58.77]For launchin' grenades strategically, on stage with heaters illegally
[02:01.68]Got the sound man shook at my vocal frequency
[02:03.81]Back at the crib, bitch better strap on a bib
[02:05.88]'Cause when I'm bustin' off, it's drippin' off the tip of her chin
[02:08.43]Chickens and hens, you know I keep 'em bendin' over for me
[02:11.01]With my chef hat, stuffin' poultry on the upholstery
[02:13.65]Celph Titled's known as a gangsta to some
[02:15.84]I got the powers of the gods, acclimated to one
[02:18.33]All these young cats with glocks, tryin' to clear the floor
[02:21.12]I'm old school, when I'm pullin' out my Fearless Four
[02:23.52]Hear the sound of the clap? Bury your face
[02:25.71]'Cause the mag that I pack needs a carryin' case
[02:28.26]I'm not from the Aryan race, but I'll still persecute you
[02:30.99]Ride around in the trunk with a little hole to shoot through
[02:33.45](Verse 6: Ryu)
[02:33.75]I'm "Word Perfect," back in the circuit
[02:35.88]Been...top ten since you were snatchin' purses
[02:38.37]Golf club thug, a nickel and dime hustler
[02:40.95]All them mob flicks are makin' you rhyme tougher
[02:43.41]When the nine clicks, you freeze
[02:45.03]Two sick emcees, get cool quick when I'm shootin' the breeze
[02:48.06]Who's this? Ryu and Tak, with Ap and Celph
[02:50.46]Spittin' heat 'till the plastic melt, watch it
[02:58.08](Outro: Tak & Ryu)
[02:58.38]Claim you wanna stay, but you have to go
[03:00.78]Grab the gun powder, blast the calico
[03:03.24]Time to saddle up, this ain't a talent show
[03:05.76]You wanna battle what? Bullets that travel slow
[03:09.18]Talk, but keep steppin'
[03:11.49]Discrete, false perception
[03:14.16]Talk, but keep steppin'
[03:16.50]Spark with heat weapons