There Will Be Blood

[Intro]:

Can I do it? (Yeahh!) Can y'all do it? (Yeahh!) ALL together now! (AAAAAAAAAAHH)

[Scratching]:

"Oooh, ya love it"

[Celph Titled]:

If me and some rap ****** have static

We can go to war, at your show you'll need flap jackets

Strapped with automatics?

No we use bats and hatchets

Give the microphone a drug test, I spit crack at it (for crack addicts)

Approach your A&R with an AR

Based on, a true story, I spit H-bombs, in every eight bars

When Tony put his face in that snow

I was writin' them flavor flows

And yeah, even my worst haters know that I'm a player fo' sho'

They be like, "Yeah, I'm with ya Titled"

Bring *****es back to the pad like a menstrual cycle

You walk around like you some kind of thuggy guy

I know you ain't Diddy but I can make you see through Puffy eyes

[Sadat X]

You know my styles boy, you know what I'm workin' with

Fire arms of various calibers penetrate

I'm the hate that breeds hate

Nah, let me illustrate

Time stands still on a day that's slow

For me it ain't about the show it's about the proof

Blow the air from the roof

And anything movin' this is a stick up

If you fiends even hiccup you layin' flat

You wanna face this rage?

Somebody threw some meat in the cage

Wear armor

You can call Obama

Call your momma

I breed armies, make men out of boys

Tactical General Patton from BK to Manhattan

You frontin'

You lame, treat your whole squad the same

[Grand Puba]

I don't play when it comes to this

I rule the mic with the iron fist

Compile data then I make the list

Grab the wack, move they ass to trash

Then empty trash so they don't exist

Since vinyl

Words flow like herds of rhinos

Leave your ass trampled when I'm runnin' on the sample

A showdown at sundown, these verb-als I rundown

Will leave your ass dumbfound, you thought you was gunned down

Rhyme style mean like a **** fiend lean

Cut against the green and you face the guillotine

Grand Puba, there's no way you can dodge

Better off tryin' your luck at Las Vegas at Mirage

[A.G.}

Been through ups and downs, never touched the ground

Like girls with the big butts, never **** with clowns

Let music take over me

Words flow through me

Truly the best that's why *****s keep quotin' me

I'm the baddest ***** livin', average *****s don't stand a chance

I danced in France, put hands and feets on beats

Put fans in trances

Amsterdam is, a place where I sin

Get that Yen in Japan kid

The Swiss Mountains, got a Swiss accountant

Chick with a fountain pen, keep my chips amountin' to somethin'

My grind is unparalleled

While y'all *****s keep on horsin' around like carousels

[O.C.]

I'm mind over

As a matter of fact

There's no practice needed

See, I'm matched bar none

When it's all said and done up

The last man standin' is proof

Who has the biggest brass and bubbas for crafty

McGuyver

E'vryday things around me work to my advantage

Create the plan at random

For every livin' soul on the planet understand this

As some author's say, "An heir is apparent"

I'm that oil piece, priceless art

There's no biddin' on it, auction block

Fortune of Fort Knox

Off top or written

Each album takes precision

Knocks out solidify win the fight over decision

[Diamond D]

I got a flow so cold *****s call me chilly

Don't ever press up fam, I'll smack you silly

If I'm all out of Dutches, I pack the Philly

On my J.O.B., I mack the millis

And I'm all about stackin' my chips

Gettin' dome in the back of the whips

Start smackin' them hips

All that slick talk will just gets you smacked in the lips

Game time fourth quarter, back to the blitz

You can't move me, shake me, break me, make me

Be somethin' I'm not

*****s wanna snake me

I'm right by escape key, writin' X

Big Diam still writin' the checks

Holla at me