Science of the Bumrush[Dirty I would like to take a few minutes of your time to Give you eh The evidence on a few typical cases Cases of individuals Which I consider so dangerous to this nation 4 3 2 1 In this rap game you can say your better than me But on the streets You can't crack as many heads as me I take beef seriously; I'd rather beat you with the mic Than let you battle me with the rhymes you wrote last night Those battles in the park You can save that for the 80's How I'm a let niggaz When they whole crew tried to degrade me Give me your albums run to the store sell 'em back Flatten your frame and use your body as a welcome mat No hospitality I'll jus show you a hospital I make moves and do things Even God would say's impossible A wild animal eager to break the chain lock Your b**ch wasn't Asian But she sure as hell could "Bangkok" I get paid just to talk over beats Step in your hood act like I own it Walk all over your streets A lot of herbs don't like Celph And say he's not underground But I'm a blow soon So y'all can jus hate on me now I represent New York City And the life that it leads Hustle for dough and stick a ho Until her f**king p**sy bleeds Ayyo I'm too hot blow the spot Nitroglycerin Sizzling Dropping more lines then fisherman With hooks to keep you listen Feel the friction Cuz my diction Going to make you move like eviction Demigodz in the jurisdiction Keep it in mind like intuition You think you hitting but your missing Cats wishing That they had the ammunition To witness the documentary Of how my raps written I inhale a breath within my chest Before I'm blessing hip-hop I'm taking every shot I got like bulletproof vests I never said that I'm the best but I'm better than you Try to step but I'm ten steps ahead of your crew I'm deaden you And every fake move you make Embedding you in the dirt Till I cause earthquakes Say you never heard of me But your ho knows my name Yo it's Open Mic Screaming on tracks like Lois Lane You couldn't spit If you were a virgin b**ch who hates swallowing Leave you wit fat lips like chicks getting collagen Implants to enhance Lips to blow My dick for dough I'm slick rocking kicks and clothes Your girl buys me A little upset it don't surprise me I get more freaks between sheets than the Isleys My record is tight for wrecking the mic I know some ho at my shows getting naked tonight And all the promoters know if I'm setting it right They'll be cops in riot gear expecting a fight I'm off the hook Ya'll are just soft and shook So don't start it The meanest in Adidas Make a genius look retarded Ap's got more raps Than cats got drug raps Slug caps Or gats on thug tracks I need somebody to blast that Cuz I got the bomb set Like a Vietnam vets flash back Yo I rip the head off niggaz that try to oppose And I don't like to talk to hoes Unless they don't wear clothes Any rapper out there that think they better than Celph Can get decapitated with your head on my shelf Jus as a little trophy that I like to collect I make beef jerky strips from the skin on your neck I throw your hype man off the stage from running his mouth Me and my niggaz on the corner straight dunnin it out With the semi-auto heat complete with chrome nozzle Jump on the FDR with the whip at full throttle My ancestors came from the island in Cuba Now I transcend the legacy thru chips in computers And take trips to Bermuda with nothing else to do Swear my self under the oath and never tell the f**king truth I be so blasphemous I seek shelter in storms Beyond the norm avoid the lightning When I'm in human form Every verse I write is classic felt by heads everywhere Celph Titled number one master of the dragon's lair A bone carpenter make figurines out of your skeleton Rob you of your soul And take it with me back to hell again Picture perfectionism Whenever I bless the rhythm I make heads spin like Rock Steady exorcisms Open Mic's the type of emcee who rips scenes Bullets stream I'm cutting you clean like wolverine With claws popped After the verse your jaws dropped I'm raw hot Big dick You're all small cock