Hardcore Data

[Intro]:

How many songs son, how many songs?

Yo son, it's like...15. Hehehe.

"I dare a little punk to try to diss me

You wanna know why? Because..." - Lord Digga on Masta Ace Inc's "Saturday Nite Live"

[Scratch Chorus of Lord Digga on Masta Ace Inc's song 'Saturday Nite Live']:

"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data"

"Because I spit on spectators"

"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data"

"To smash ************s to potatoes"

[Verse One]:

The microphone mutilater, I bruise your crew and neighbors

Do you dudes a favor, show you how to use a razor

(Are you a buddah blazer?)

Yes I get zooted major

And all you stupid haters, hit you with computer lasers

I got the smoothest flavor

Makin' moves, movin' makers

Off the roof, who's to save ya? (who's ya savior?)

Celph Titled the Rubix Ranger (player)

Stupid paper when I'm doin' capers

And what's inside this bazooka case will shoot a crater (ahhh)

In your screwface and doofus gaffers

My ruthless anger got animal-in-the-zoo behavior

Now who's the spayer? (hey)

Lose your body in a lake or tombs or chambers

Where you'll consume fumes and vapors (haha)

We mash ****s like Super Potatoes

It's true we'll do fools in, bury them with the rutabagas

Sooner or later

Fine tuned parachuting invaders will tear through your Winnebago

Wearin' suits and aimin' aero fusion phasers (blam)

They talkin' mules and acres

I'm filmin' movies in Bermuda on a cruise to Jamaica (man)

I'm a front tooth eraser

You'se a booty shaker (uh huh)

And you'll be found in a pool with barracudas and gators

[Scratch Chorus]:

"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data"

"Because I spit on spectators"

"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data"

"To smash ************s to potatoes"

[Verse Two]:

I'm too real ill still will kill

No frills no gold grills hold still ******/hoe "chill"

I know you smoke krills

You shouldn't till I throw you out mobile

(In Mobile Alabama)

In a pile of ants and pajamas

Surrounded by a thousand salamanders (what?)

I'ma bust a round of cannons off camouflaged as a satanic Santa Claus

Ain't another man that's raw, you should turn your cameras on

Cause I'm bringin' the blama sauce

The blicker oil

The trigger boilin' hot from firing shots, I'll spit it for you

I'll promise you that, ask mama who's back

The **********in' Montezuma of rap, hollerin' "Blaaaamp!"

And that's the way it goes down you fraudulent foe clown

I'ma put your skull in the dryer and watch it go round

"Oh my God!"

I'm salutin' one for y'all, no more shootin' guns at all

I'm boostin' the sun from God

[Scratch Chorus]:

"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data"

"Because I spit on spectators"

"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data"

"To smash ************s to potatoes"

[Verse Three]:

So, so, so when I walk in a club with black jeans and a white tee

You're on a walkie talkie callin' security

"Hurry please...it's Celph and he came strapped"

Bringin' so much pain that, you can't get enough Novocaine packs

So insane in fact I was held captive

By unattractive cave women overdosed on Pro-Active

(Yo This That ****!)

From the dynamite stick expert

With bottle rockets I flip with hotter o**ects of ***

And they flex in my bedroom

Legs spread, thick red head *****, boom

With no freckles, she was actually

Have black/Icelandic

I might land this Spanish/Italian/French

Or whatever the **** airport they got (**** it)

At my mansion the size of a Marriott

Yes my rhymes are very hot

So where a vest cause when my CDs are pressed

They fly like Japanese ninja stars and they'll injure y'all

[Scratch Chorus]:

"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data"

"Because I spit on spectators"

"The microphone mutilater with the hardcore data"

"To smash ************s to potatoes"

[Scratches]:

"I dare a little punk to try to diss me"

[Outro] [Celph Titled talking]:

I told y'all ************s. That's hardcore ***** *****s.

You're not hardcore ************s. We buckwildin'. Yo Buck.

You know you hardcore on this one. Hardcore tracks.

Bring the **** back, **** that, yo.