Celph Titled, Sicknature - Deceitful Industry lyrics
[Celph Titled, Sicknature - Deceitful Industry lyrics]
Yo snowgoons
Celph Titled
Yo, Celph, tell 'em what the deal is
I've seen your kind before
Thinking they're a hard act
But they're not soldiers
They're construction workers wearing
Hard hats commander in chief, so I chief
Where's my cigar at?
Try to Xerox copy me and
I'm letting the carbon clap
Plus your bars is wack and
You ain't the sharpest cat
Instant-blow encryption code so there's
No disarming that (boom)
It'll blow up in your faces
Like faulty fireworks cases
Unleash the murderers and rapists
So evil they murdering Satan
(They is) Then you'll get socked around
Like chess players competing in
Professional soccer rounds
(Celph, how'd you get so nice
Man?) Thank you for asking
My regimen is syzzurp mixed with battery acid
So when I'm rapping at you
You'll get ulcers and comas
Tornadoes, explosions, blowin' you
Over to Tulsa, oklahoma
Force foes into foreclosure
You're sweeter than orange soda
Creep right past you in your
Crib before the door closes
Fuck what you been told
Shit talkers, I'm killing your conversation
Who the hell you think you foolin'
The industry got me flippin'
I've seen your kind before
Suited creeps on an ego mode
Hard to look through
Elusive thiefs in cohiba smoke
Using a cheap speech with a deceitful code
Making sure there's no way back like
Using ouijas that the reaper broke
Artists get adjusted and toned
Evoking the dissonance
No longer pulling strings
Instead they roll with the blow instrument
Sound like they're gettting fucked
With a cobra, chocking on cocks
While they fill up the tub
Ready to dump in the toaster
Only stripes they earned was a bar code
Never able to grow
They're stuck in your facade
Kitchen preparing your hoax
I bring the hard shit, too raw for the masses
While they just wait for magic shit to happen
Like they're having unicorn horns
In their asses cause you don't give a fuck
About their plans or resumes
You just need their balls in
Your hands to meditate
I'll never feed your machine
Me sign with a big major?
Fuck you! signed Sicknature!
Fuck what you been told
Shit talkers, I'm killing your conversation
Who the hell you think you foolin'
The industry got me flippin'
Celph Titled
Yo, Celph, tell 'em what the deal is
I've seen your kind before
Thinking they're a hard act
But they're not soldiers
They're construction workers wearing
Hard hats commander in chief, so I chief
Where's my cigar at?
Try to Xerox copy me and
I'm letting the carbon clap
Plus your bars is wack and
You ain't the sharpest cat
Instant-blow encryption code so there's
No disarming that (boom)
It'll blow up in your faces
Like faulty fireworks cases
Unleash the murderers and rapists
So evil they murdering Satan
(They is) Then you'll get socked around
Like chess players competing in
Professional soccer rounds
(Celph, how'd you get so nice
Man?) Thank you for asking
My regimen is syzzurp mixed with battery acid
So when I'm rapping at you
You'll get ulcers and comas
Tornadoes, explosions, blowin' you
Over to Tulsa, oklahoma
Force foes into foreclosure
You're sweeter than orange soda
Creep right past you in your
Crib before the door closes
Fuck what you been told
Shit talkers, I'm killing your conversation
Who the hell you think you foolin'
The industry got me flippin'
I've seen your kind before
Suited creeps on an ego mode
Hard to look through
Elusive thiefs in cohiba smoke
Using a cheap speech with a deceitful code
Making sure there's no way back like
Using ouijas that the reaper broke
Artists get adjusted and toned
Evoking the dissonance
No longer pulling strings
Instead they roll with the blow instrument
Sound like they're gettting fucked
With a cobra, chocking on cocks
While they fill up the tub
Ready to dump in the toaster
Only stripes they earned was a bar code
Never able to grow
They're stuck in your facade
Kitchen preparing your hoax
I bring the hard shit, too raw for the masses
While they just wait for magic shit to happen
Like they're having unicorn horns
In their asses cause you don't give a fuck
About their plans or resumes
You just need their balls in
Your hands to meditate
I'll never feed your machine
Me sign with a big major?
Fuck you! signed Sicknature!
Fuck what you been told
Shit talkers, I'm killing your conversation
Who the hell you think you foolin'
The industry got me flippin'