Laugh About It (feat. Celph Titled & Southpaw Jones|Explicit)-Motive/Celph Titled/Southpaw Jones

[Intro: Celph Titled] Yeah... Muhf**ka It's Celph muthaf**kin' Titled M-o-t-I-v-e... Southpaw, what up baby? Muthaf**kin' Demigodz... Muthaf**kin' Doe Rakers This how the f**k we get down Yeah! Yo... [Verse 1: Celph Titled] You're muthaf**kin' right I ain't dead yet, I'm back with a vengeance Keep rappers on their toes every time I make an entrance Who is it? Celph Titled and Motive: two soldiers from the 'godz with four-fifths That'll throw your kids off the edge of a snow cliff And f**k banana clips, I'm on some watermelon shit You oughta call it quits, 'cause when the seeds spit every n***a gettin' hit Come get me, ain't no alarm system, just grab your arms and rip 'em Blood drippin', paint the Rubix Cuban emblem with 'em A Spanish n***a that'll vanish niggas out their whole existence Atheists want it with me, and then they go religious I got B*****s from your 'hood researchin' facts on you Catch you at Mac-donalds and put the mac on you Blaat! Bomb you, and put that black bag on you In the freezer, "Cold As Ice" like M. O. P. 's song do So "What you want on your tombstone? " Ain't no pizza here F**k with Doe Rakers and you better keep them heaters near [Chorus: x3] [Freeway:] "Wile out, f**k niggas up, laugh about it" [Rza:] "Hahahahahaha HA! " [Scratched] [Freeway:] "F**k niggas up" [Verse 2: Southpaw Jones] I'm a dr representative, of course I'm a represent It's evident, this song is hard evidence I'm presentin' my own authentic, intellectual methods Of connectin' these raw sentences My style is unperfected, yet it's still a force to be reckoned with This isn't meant for the feminine, soft, or more sensitive This is for my dogs livin' off the wall, relentlessness That'll brawl at all costs, whether armed or weaponless And for the record kid, this is beyond questionin' I roll with a venemous squad of all veterans That are never hesitant, not even for a second To storm up in your residence and leave your vital parts and appendages Hemorrhagin' to the point modern medicine Couldn't mend the shit, leavin' your relatives to mournin' your remembrance When it comes to the penmanship, I'm a perfectionist 'Cause hip-hop is the definition of what self expression is [Chorus:] [Verse 3: Motive] Yo... I don't spit it, I live it, that's what make me so different While y'all mimic, I paint a picture more vivid to help niggas to vision Hatin' me is your decision, if you really listen Understand why people got more faith in me than their religion You can't deny it, these words is written Best way to describe my lyrics is givin' verbal decision Here's my prescription for mc's thinkin' they sickin' Precise spittin' with competition for all mic collision You see I've risen, plot to stay in position I'm hot with intentions to knock this s**t down at this prison (Yo!) So who with it to get it, thinkin' this gimmick's by me? I'm in it to have my digits have no limits like P It's Mo', Celph, and Southpaw, no respect for cops' laws Got a hundred grams in the top drawer The Doe Rakers, we not your, the raw we knock off Your funds and them guns, we pop off, nigga [Chorus:]