Celph Titled, Brock Human, J-Zone, Louis Logic, Jay Love - Open the Mic lyrics
[Celph Titled, Brock Human, J-Zone, Louis Logic, Jay Love - Open the Mic lyrics]
Yeah, unh, yo, let me spark this
I'm already wound up
Let's burn it from the ground up
Turn the fucking sound up
Allow chumps spitting on this underground cut
Come around
It's going down like the town slut
Keep your mouth shut, I'm quick to set it
Kid forget it, I get gassed and piss unleaded
Your shit's pathetic
Split before your wig's beheaded
Disconnected and ripped apart like
A Christmas present flip this record
We can battle on the instrumental
Battle to a quickened tempo
Battle with a pen and pencil
Your girl's digit's in my pocket
That's coincidental
But, if they had a pimp Olympics
I would win a medal
I've been around them most of my life
I go to your show with a
Knife and start provoking a fight
Jump on stage just when the moment is right
And scream open the mic or
The poet gets sliced
Out the mouth comes fire
Who ignite the fullest
Celph Titled feed you lead
Make you bit the bullet
Talk imaginary crime stories
And get dealt shots
Surprise you with the calico
And get shell shocked and hell's hot
You don't want to get caught there
When there's warfare, we suit up
And carry fours in pairs
I'll rob a bitch too
Snatch her purse with the quickness
Not Jamaican, but I love to jerk chickens
Niggas disrespect, I never keep it on wax
We load up the vans with
Soldiers and fully loaded macs
Crashing through the windows of your crib
Blasting shots wearing navy seal suit's
That look like astronauts
Don't give a fuck about rap
You talking thug shit
Drain your bodily fluids
Now you lack substance whether east or west
You bring beef around here
I'll launch a missile to your city
Until the coast is clear
Ay, yo, you feeling me
Well get your mittens out my trousers
Or we'll deal a beating out like
A clique of rowdy bouncers
You sit around announcers got nothing to say
Like your girl when I'm standing
Up and fucking her face
Shit, we take shots like they don't affect us
With more rounds and quarters
Than bankers and pay phone collectors
I sip licks with thick chicks
And stay so erected cause my dick fit in a
Slick slit like lego connectors
Hey, don't forget this
J-Love and Celph and J-Zone
Spit heat like they come from hell
When I'm pissy, I can dump as well
When I'm not, I'm just pissed off
So your two choices are lumped or swelled
Chicks tell me I'm something else
The way I eat snatch
In a pair of cushy knee pads and safety mask
And lately
That's been the reason they hate me rapping
Cause my dick disappear in your chicks mouth
Like baby aspirin
Y'all say Zone is a one trick pony
I say Zone got a long dick, blow me
The way y'all hate, the more the money come
I ain't been unanimously loved since I was 21
With Muisc for Tu Madre
My first LP, all that critical acclaim
I was up in Starbucks and
Couldn't afford a latte
But now I talk trash and
Bring hell to the people
You're not a broad or a bank teller
I don't want to see you
Too cheap to go clubbing, to ugly to model
Too broke to drink Crys
But, I'll front with the bottle
J-Zone give a dime to
A quarter, bitch please, rich or poor
Y'all ain't worthy to wash my drawers
A-R-C on the beat, me Odd Couple and Celph
Use your bathroom and pee on the seat
And fuck a holistic ho, I'd rather have a ho
With lipstick blow on my balls like a piccolo
Now hold up, you can't have a jam
With out the engineer man
It's double J Brown in this bitch, yeah, yeah
I get into your psyche
Don't care if you like me you're pussy
Even your lesbo flow is so dyke-e
Check the level of the treble
That's the five-g sound
The devils on a whole new level
When we roll through your town
Cause it's the O double D c-O-U-P-L-E
With JB on this banger courtesy of AV
It's hot shit
Don't say you is when you isn't
Like jerking off with your left hand
That shit just feels different
And porque you want to act like
You got that pimp shit
Cinematic heads know that my posse make hit's
I heard you thinking
Drinking is some shit that we say
But best believe I leave this rapper
Style dripping with Grand Marnier
Hip hop hooray, it's the end for your clowns
And leave your ho standing up
You sit the fuck back down, homie
I'm already wound up
Let's burn it from the ground up
Turn the fucking sound up
Allow chumps spitting on this underground cut
Come around
It's going down like the town slut
Keep your mouth shut, I'm quick to set it
Kid forget it, I get gassed and piss unleaded
Your shit's pathetic
Split before your wig's beheaded
Disconnected and ripped apart like
A Christmas present flip this record
We can battle on the instrumental
Battle to a quickened tempo
Battle with a pen and pencil
Your girl's digit's in my pocket
That's coincidental
But, if they had a pimp Olympics
I would win a medal
I've been around them most of my life
I go to your show with a
Knife and start provoking a fight
Jump on stage just when the moment is right
And scream open the mic or
The poet gets sliced
Out the mouth comes fire
Who ignite the fullest
Celph Titled feed you lead
Make you bit the bullet
Talk imaginary crime stories
And get dealt shots
Surprise you with the calico
And get shell shocked and hell's hot
You don't want to get caught there
When there's warfare, we suit up
And carry fours in pairs
I'll rob a bitch too
Snatch her purse with the quickness
Not Jamaican, but I love to jerk chickens
Niggas disrespect, I never keep it on wax
We load up the vans with
Soldiers and fully loaded macs
Crashing through the windows of your crib
Blasting shots wearing navy seal suit's
That look like astronauts
Don't give a fuck about rap
You talking thug shit
Drain your bodily fluids
Now you lack substance whether east or west
You bring beef around here
I'll launch a missile to your city
Until the coast is clear
Ay, yo, you feeling me
Well get your mittens out my trousers
Or we'll deal a beating out like
A clique of rowdy bouncers
You sit around announcers got nothing to say
Like your girl when I'm standing
Up and fucking her face
Shit, we take shots like they don't affect us
With more rounds and quarters
Than bankers and pay phone collectors
I sip licks with thick chicks
And stay so erected cause my dick fit in a
Slick slit like lego connectors
Hey, don't forget this
J-Love and Celph and J-Zone
Spit heat like they come from hell
When I'm pissy, I can dump as well
When I'm not, I'm just pissed off
So your two choices are lumped or swelled
Chicks tell me I'm something else
The way I eat snatch
In a pair of cushy knee pads and safety mask
And lately
That's been the reason they hate me rapping
Cause my dick disappear in your chicks mouth
Like baby aspirin
Y'all say Zone is a one trick pony
I say Zone got a long dick, blow me
The way y'all hate, the more the money come
I ain't been unanimously loved since I was 21
With Muisc for Tu Madre
My first LP, all that critical acclaim
I was up in Starbucks and
Couldn't afford a latte
But now I talk trash and
Bring hell to the people
You're not a broad or a bank teller
I don't want to see you
Too cheap to go clubbing, to ugly to model
Too broke to drink Crys
But, I'll front with the bottle
J-Zone give a dime to
A quarter, bitch please, rich or poor
Y'all ain't worthy to wash my drawers
A-R-C on the beat, me Odd Couple and Celph
Use your bathroom and pee on the seat
And fuck a holistic ho, I'd rather have a ho
With lipstick blow on my balls like a piccolo
Now hold up, you can't have a jam
With out the engineer man
It's double J Brown in this bitch, yeah, yeah
I get into your psyche
Don't care if you like me you're pussy
Even your lesbo flow is so dyke-e
Check the level of the treble
That's the five-g sound
The devils on a whole new level
When we roll through your town
Cause it's the O double D c-O-U-P-L-E
With JB on this banger courtesy of AV
It's hot shit
Don't say you is when you isn't
Like jerking off with your left hand
That shit just feels different
And porque you want to act like
You got that pimp shit
Cinematic heads know that my posse make hit's
I heard you thinking
Drinking is some shit that we say
But best believe I leave this rapper
Style dripping with Grand Marnier
Hip hop hooray, it's the end for your clowns
And leave your ho standing up
You sit the fuck back down, homie