Hold Something (Dirty)-Equilibrium

(Verse 1: Dutchmassive) Yo there's a distance here Yo there's a distance there Here a diss, there a diss, everybody's dissin' me Yo I'm out of options The force of impact on local voices stays constant Build a massive anger and now I'm lost in Jealous of my homage, vocals and rough delivery You're sick of me Saddened by the fact we marked history The first amongst professionals, emerging from Junk Planet Planned in tropic states and then we start expanding I'm the dopest lyricist 17 and always stressed Cause my f**ked-up outlook on life I stay vexed I'm the best at what I do; I'm not a man you can defeat Here's advice to all you cipher talk is cheap I delete assholes with abundance of animosity I'm still the dopest even though you f**ked up my sound quality An oddity, outcast, that's straight from the normal Now who's the piece of shit? Ya'll cats is stupid! (Verse 2: Celph Titled) You know it's atomic when you can't stop the rain Ravage bodies for segments and sediments Ain't a damn thing changed My persona precise conducts riveting performances One hundred percentages Vision of succeeding is fictitious like unicorn's with contact lenses What?! Most don't know what Much of those freakin' are stisters staggering to sisters Stops theirs sisters stuttering and study my rhymes You can shake my hand but use the other to count your blessings We be the three horsemen of this art form, odd numbers the essence Flashing automatic weapons is blasphemous You'd better hold something heavy When me and the clique combine the counter-reaction's unbelievable Thus inconceivable Yo G-Clef hold me back This ain't your average gun clap rap From New York City to TPA and back Make sure you pick-up a brochure or pamphlet for info On how I single-handed turn drama MC hamlets in to omelets Quite nicely, minus the spicy additive The saddest kids at a loss for adjectives to describe these wacks s**t passages (Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this s**t ay man, you got to get more hyped up than that) (Yo, I ain’t even feeling you Dutch) (Verse 3: Dutchmassive) Ayo commence with the gibberish Face it, ain't nobody hearing shit I think too much to be an imitating lyricist My experience lacking of qualities of stability C'mon ya'll are killing me I rearranged identities and ride galactic centipedes More enemies to diss my ego (Nah Duke I'm just confident) Battling Demigods I exit out the Alpha Project Flying objects emit from the arms of order logic You are all now my hostage There is no escape from the carbon glass surrounding You're trapped in your own b******t ways of gettin' down kid Emotion filled bastard, battle scars I have none Lookin' towards the future makes me wanna purchase mad guns Stunned to the fact that I act like I don't care But I'm not mad at the world, just everybody living here (Dutch, you still wack) (Verse 4: Celph Titled) Yo life's a snitch, God forbid the B***h would bore me I Practice with travel sorcery, transcend velocities immortally Spittin' ammunition in all directions I'm every man's fear You could turn yourself invisible but you still couldn't stand clear I live in the flesh, only when I'm wearin' it Flow active and narrative Speak with many tongues leaving MC's speechless Samaritans I get more applaud than God at the Gospel Awards My acceptance speech was immortalized in stone tablets before the Dinosaurs Beyond the limits that are humanly possible Ripping your hair out follicle by follicle Diabolical vandalist, f**k graffiti artists I'm the Vampire I'd rather tag your name with your cardiovascular excrements Motherf**ker this is your last will and testament Celph Titled, sincerely yours, the man who exhales toxins Holdin' down the tropic state, we carry knives to cut our boxes Word life, MC's act like they can flow I know you fackin' Jacks cause you as hardcore as the Cosby Show