Celph Titled, Buckwild, Chino XL, Apathy - Styles Ain't Raw lyrics

Yeah, you know we came up on
An era where everybody was original
Had to have their own style and shit now
Everybody tryin' to sound like everybody else

I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles they bore
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles they bore

It's like I conjured demons
Got bitches at my concert screamin'
Like a naval recruiter they truly
Want the sea men rip MCs at the seams
Leave 'em stomped as cement
I bring these motherfuckers hell
If they don't repent
Give 'em aneurysms when I
Start usin' big words
So I speak to 'em real simple like Big Bird
This has been brought to you
By the letter "A"
Better pray you get away when
I let Berettas spray get erased
Get replaced real quick in this rap biz
Like the wrong answers on a
Second grade math quiz
Sick of simplifyin' for you
Simple minded Simple Simons
This is simple science when
I spit it's signifyin'
That my spit is fryin'
I could spit shine the sun's surface
With verses hot as fire
Breathin' dragon's burpses
I hate to burst your bubble but
You faggots been bottle fed
Noddin' your noggin to what I'm
Sayin' like bobble heads
I'll boggle your mind and crack
A bottle of wine
Over your dome 'til your skull's at
The bottom of your spine
So dope you gotta rewind a lot of the rhymes
If Jesus Christ read my notebook
Then God will go blind

I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles they bore
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles they bore
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles they bore
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles they bore

When I speak it's a problem
I'm a beast and a goblin
Fuckin' a MILF that closely
Resembles Marie Osmond
And I've been layin' in the cut
Mind controllin' elephants
Stab your face with a tusk
Orchestrator o' death, I am a black reverend
Monitor your stats
It's all you need is Monistat 7
Singin' Eye of the Tiger but you in eyeliner
Mile high club
Flight attendent goin' down on
A guy sky diver
Ed 209 malfunction 500 rounds
I'm dumpin' a Gatling gun to your dome
We act like dynamite inside a pumpkin
(sadistic appendages) my whole body's evil
Havin' fun with two guns hittin'
(Like some double desert eagles)
We cop cars that look like cop cars
And got heli-copters to zero in
On hella cop cars
And send a missile at your official tissue
'Cause your track sound gayer than
The Mr wendell instrumental
Detrimental to your squad
I'll distance members
And dismember body parts and gift
Rap 'em for this December
Death is the plan, you will meet Ed McMahon
When I clear you out
'cause bombs that I publish be clearing house

I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles they bore
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles they bore
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles they bore
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles they bore

Look! Up in the sky it's a
Bird! It's a plane! It's
(The Puerto Rican Superhero)

Yo, I'm angry like my momma just
Beat me with a switch
Madder than Nick Cannon when Eminem
Be dissin' his bitch
Big Chino is known to be a wild kid
Y'all refuse to get tested, you know
That Pacquiao shit
Wherever there's drama I'mma fly
And find the fucker
Beat him in the face till he's
Ugly like Usher's baby's mama
I pray for ya death and I pray
That I'm the cause of it
Idiot, killin' a blind man with
His own walkin' stick
My quickest simplest rhythms
Out-riddle all arithmetic's
I memorize ridiculous
I can hypnotize a hypnotist
Spittin' less than 33 ounces
Still considered a liter
My skills are far fetched
Like a Labrador Retriever
Mira I keep a lota bars
Only rivaled by the Gods o' Mars
Watchin' Mya's ass shake on
Dancing with the Stars
My foes plot against me
My verbal molest and deserve to be put
In chairs of electric like Roman Polansky
I put that I target artists on my resume
And place 'em in puddles of blood
You can see 80 miles away
Your survival is decided by which side of
The bed I wake up on
Worship the works of the wordsmith
Like it was a cross
My effect on women's hard to explain
I can piss on they head and
Convince them that it's rain i'm vain
My six pack makin' bitches love me more
Get out of line
Get punched like you Snookie
On The Jersey Shore
My raw thoughts are awful
I'm so twisted I could eat an iron
Nail and shit out a corkscrew
My writtens are displayed inside
Of Egyptian pantheons chino's bananas
I spit potassium and calcium and umm
You ain't feelin' my spillings? Only
A minor lost cause
I am bad to the bone like a rotting corpse
My murder monologue
Keep rappers scared to go up in the booth
Like it's Magic Johnson's wife's vagina raw

I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles they bore
I'm ill versatile, with the skill no more
Wack MC's wanna flex but
Their styles they bore

Yeah the coalition of the
Spoken word crack cookers
Celph Titled apathy chino XL shuttin'
Shit the frrruck down
Buckwild dITC forever and ever motherfucker

Or would you rather me throw
You in the fuckin' river?
Or would you rather your house
Blows up next time?

"An attorney in Orange County
Made an explosive
Discovery last night at his office he
Found a grenade hanging on his door!
He told police he was heading
Into work late to wrap
Up some unfinished work
When he spotted the hand
Grenade and stopped dead in his tracks
The bomb squad removed that device
They haven't said yet if it
Was actually a live grenade"

"I'mma blow this motherfucker up if I
Don't get my motherfuckin' change!"

"Well that hit the spot!"