I Could Write A Rhyme Lyrics

"On and on and on and on and on"

"Yes yes y'all as I proceed" [x4]

[Verse 1:]
Y'all got Celph Titled questions
I got Celph Titled answers
On how I started, how I represent Tampa (the God city)
I know you're used to hearin' me on some wild out shit
Yellin' at the top of my lungs how my nine gon' spit
And I got more styles that's sick
And I've been doin' this since Fahrenheit 813 since '93
I've been makin' beats and writin' rap sheets
Mischievous teenage wither a creative outlet to release anger (uhh)
Booty shake bass music, I was into that
Poison Clan, 2 Live Crew, that's what got me into rap (yeah)
Loopin' tracks with fast hi-hats and 808's
Four track machine with the high speed cassette tape
Now keep in mind, I was a fan
But as MC's we all are
And very few of us become stars (stars)
Went from blastin' Magic Mike to grabbin' a mic
Tried to sound like Spice-1 and not "Rapper's Delight" (nah)
E-40 to Ice Cube
The west coast had a lot to do with the type of beats I'd write to (true)
But still the Juice Crew was one of my favs
Never discriminated whether New York or L.A. (word)
And around the mid nineties
I became fascinated with the Lord Finesse style of slick rhymin'
The Redmans, the Big Ls, the Das EFXs
Ras Kass, Chino XL type of records
So guess what
"WHAT?! "
Celph Titled emerged, bowlin' ball style
Runnin' through pins, author of murderous words
And I was set to rip every verse I put down
17 years old and at rappin', I'm pretty good now

[Chorus: Scratch]
"Yes yes y'all"
"I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one"
[Sadat X of Brand Nubian 'Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down':] "Right on the spot"

[Verse 2:]
I'm from a city that don't have much hip hop roots
So I felt compelled to form a hip hop group
See I was once on some, go-against-the-norm
Flow fast and write rhymes in complex forms
It was kinda I'll at the time (remember?)
Cause the only other choice
Was Puffy and Ma$e and they big willie club joints (take that, take that)
So I got my act together and eventually met two other MCs that rap together
We was all on that underground vibe
Cella Dwellas, Kool Keith, Tribe and Organized
I was kinda out of my mind
A weird guy
Cut designs in my facial hair and fucked around with beard dye
It was me, Majik and Dutch and we had a lot of fun
Thought we was smart, named ourselves Equilibrium (that's right)
And had a label called Atomic
With Walkmen and Kramtronix, layin' down cuts on it
I stayed pollyin' 24/7
And in 1997 started recordin' our first record
Then my phone rang, didn't know who it was from (who?)
Some guy who called himself, Apathy The Alien Tongue
Heard I had production and could rhyme too
He was from up north and knew some Jedi Mind dudes
Plus he had a crew better than any quad
A couple months later they was callin' me a Demigod (yeah)
I started shoppin' my demo aggressively
Landed on the desk of Budz Distribution/NYC
Next thing you know, I got a single on wax
And an offer for a job in New York so my bag was packed

[Chorus: Scratch]
"Yes yes y'all"
"I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one"
[Sadat X of Brand Nubian 'Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down':] "Right on the spot"

[Verse 3:]
Now I'm nineteen (nineteen)
A Floridian in New York
A white Cuban boy who says "nigga" and eats pork (wow)
So you can call me foul
But back then I didn't care
I would do whatever to catch a listener's ear (whatever)
So I submerged myself, in the local scene
New York Rican, Wetlands, Tramp, Speed, S.O.B.s
That guy Apathy (that's him)
He's from Connecticut
So we would link up and write songs to make records with
The label I was messin' with, they was feelin' it
So then we had vinyl distribution at our fingertips (ching ching)
The Demigodz onslaught was in full motion
Twenty singles in 2000 with no promotion
My name was everywhere, for beats or for features
But best believe I had a fuck load of nonbelievers
Masterminded an underground persona
Dirty mouth, punchline, wild animal, down to bring the drama (what?)
I made a lot of
Friends from Boston to Philly
Never thought this many heads would say they really feelin' me
So you gotta respect that
And when Vinnie Paz asked me to join the Army I was like, "Bet that"
Then Jimmy Iovine's assistant, insisted
That me and Apathy make a little visit for business
The deal fell through
But Atlantic picked Ap up
We expanded the Godz in L.A. with more rappers
Then Cage got smacked up
I remember punchin' him
I remember pressin' up his diss songs and chumpin' him (yeah)
I remember havin' him so scared
Chain smokin' in the backroom at his show just cause I was there (hahaha)
He was drugged up and panicked, he couldn't face me he was frantic
Snuck behind with a bottle and then he ran quick (bitch)
That's how a little man fights a giant
Cowardly lion and God strike me down if I'm lyin'
But I moved passed that (fuck it)
It's all gravy
I was on an album executively produced by Jay-Z (uh)
Tours with Mike Shinoda
Gettin' paper with Fort Minor
My worldwide exposure is a sore reminder (sorry)
To those who think I'm gonna disappear
But it's pretty obvious that I ain't goin' nowhere (nope)
I am a haters worst nightmare that got fans
And I gain more and more every time I drop jams

[Chorus: Scratch]
"Yes yes y'all"
"I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one"
[Sadat X of Brand Nubian 'Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down':] "Right on the spot"

"Yes yes y'all as I proceed"