Demigodz, Apathy, Rise (Emcee), Esoteric, Celph Titled - Well, Well, Well lyrics

Well, well, well, well, well, well
Yeah, yeah, yeeaah he

You better know now or know how
We so foul and profound
Blowouts, CDs sold out, the illest no doubt
When Celph Titled rolls out
Immaculate respect uzis and TECs
Protect your neck with a teflon turtleneck
Bitch there ain't a diesel cat
That could face me
You don't really want to run your
Mouth and have to make me
Summon the gods with my mystery chant
And perform the running man
For my victory dance
Murder motherfuckers mostly over money with
Guns to they tummy
Hollow-tips that leave you stiffer
Than a mannequin, dummy
Record a demo while the
Demigodz make new songs
Your better off running the
Triathalon with parachutes on
A real bug-nigga
And that's how I'm better known
You make beats
I'd rather rhyme to a metronome
Other crews got egos but can't floss right
I'll run them over
Have 'em smoking the exhaust pipe

Well, well, well, well, well, well
Yeah, yeah, yeeaah he

Already proved that all my
Rhymes are wicked enough
They sleep when you on the mic
You're fucking Jigglypuff
A big kid, yeah, fuck, I don't wanna grow up
And I don't care what he says
Yo he can suck a know what
I'm bigger than that
Smile when you kicking my raps
Have converstions with your girl while
She sit's on my lap
Yo, stop talking about they girls man
It's starting to get old well, umm
No tell they girls to
Stop leaving they clothes
The reason I flow is not
To just get us indoors
Pops in barber shops like my
Son is better than yours cause and effect
Rise is the effect and the cause
All those who came before I
Just perfected their flaws
Perfect because I have to be, look at my town
Neglecting the laws of gravity
I'm not coming down
There's cops on the ground that look
Like dots on a map
From the level of where I'm
At when I'm dropping, you wack bounce

Well, well, well, well, well, well
Yeah, yeah, yeeaah he

I rock rhymes that blow ends
Drop lines like gold friends
Pull dimes that start trends
While your trying to make amends
Your girls be like your wallet
All fives and no tens
Actually they’re all ones
You bust with small guns
I look like an MC who murders the spot
Like Derek Jeter looks
Like a smaller version of The Rock
Bitch please, I never ever met a dick-tease
I'm so cool that when I
Spit frees my spit freeze
Old Yeller, I'm known to leave a fella
With more cuts and scratches than
The Shook Ones acapella
You want to fuck around with Esoteric
And blown on some
Bullshit like working-dice-credit
When rappers try they usually step and die
Then MCs get the message like
A number I don't recognize
Your call her back
Pop minds they hear me freestyle
And spend the next seven days hittin' redial

Well, well, well, well, well, well
Yeah, yeah, yeeaah he

I keep the planet under my spell
Under my reign i stay on tracks
While throwing rappers under the train
I'm numbing your brain
Stunning you while tonguing your dame
I appreciate her
Everything that's under her brain
When reciting it's lighting with
Thunder and rain
A Demigod that's beyond your
Small blundering brains fortune and fame
Really it's just one and the same
That I obtain while you're still
A bum begging for change
Tryna front like you're new and
Really nothing has changed
You ain't underground
You're locked in a dungeon with chains
You're not a thug 'cause you rock
Your little Lugz and a chain
I'm a slug, nah fuck that
I'm double the pain
Your hussling game is lame
Couple bucks and a name
Maybe some buckets of champagne with
Sluts in the range
I'll fuck with your brain and flex
So your muscles are strained
Until your nothing but a punk
Clutching crutches and canes muthafucka

Well, well, well, well, well, well
Yeah, yeah, yeeaah he
Well, well, well, well, well, well