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(Intro)

Watch out

He’s coming

He’s coming

(Verse 1: Cashmere)

I know the freshest way to move you

Put so much **** in the flow

Before I release a single, I need FDA approval

You stepped this way to do who?

It’s best you stay in neutral

I’ve got explosives from comp

I eject in they Izuzu

Calicos that shred away they FUBU

And leave you with a penetrated noodle

When I elevate the two-two

See when I play its brutal

You stepping to a 300 pound wolf

And yous just a feather weighted poodle

I won’t hesitate to do you

Fill those properties

The most evil philosophy

Since Satan’s spirit went inside of Socrates

That can lead to more monstrosities

Possibly cause when you rock the ozone

It’s like the crowd turned into apostrophes

(Cashmere)

Make no thing about it

It’s got to be, behind this cubic

Is only way you’ll be on top of me

Dough I’m constantly striving to cop the suit to rob with me

Honestly, I’m so sick I need the CDC to market me

And that’s the Bronx in me, taunting me

To big ************* *************t, wig splitter *************t

Want to hear a peaceful joint, this isn’t it

I’m not happy unless I’m paid and this is a bliss

Then I gets ignorant, so expect it lord

There be at least two red corners like a checkerboard

The rest are floored, no way to detect the raw

My album bang, by the last track, your neck get sore

(Chorus)

(Clap, don’t applaud)

(When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner)

(Make ‘em clap to this)

(Clap, don’t applaud)

(Make ‘em clap to this)

(Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud)

(Clap, don’t applaud)

(When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner)

(Make ‘em clap to this)

(Clap, don’t applaud)

(Make ‘em clap to this)

(Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud)

(Verse 2: Oktober)

Yo, there’s a lot of guns clapping from city to city nowadays

Thugs are gritty and willing to go out in a blaze

Late night, guns go pop where the violence is

Wake the whole block, we can’t afford silencers

Popping out here with gun play

Even model ******* get clapped in the Time ************* subway

In broad day, popping for thousands to witness

Get clapped shopping in the diamond district

I stared down the barrel of my uncle’s rifle

He had a scope on it with a little red light too

My crew used to bring guns to Catholic school

*************rt and tie with a 22 strapped to the shoe

Nah, I don’t even hit kids, kill them rugrats

Wait until they get big so they can feel the gun clap

If you decide to cross the line that your life is on

You better be holding and I don’t mean a microphone

(Chorus)

(Clap, don’t applaud)

(When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner)

(Make ‘em clap to this)

(Clap, don’t applaud)

(Make ‘em clap to this)

(Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud)

(Clap, don’t applaud)

(When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner)

(Make ‘em clap to this)

(Clap, don’t applaud)

(Make ‘em clap to this)

(Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud)

(Verse 3: Celph Titled)

I’m a real live loose cannon with a loose cannon

Explosive genius, making bombs out of tooth laminate

Walked into the church and let my mother ******g gun spray

Pissed the ************* off cause Chic-Fil-A’s closed on Sunday’s

Back up my life and then easily delete yours

Go against the grain like I got beef with a feed store

Locked in the bing, I’m sticking CO’s with oxes

Should have been a postal worker, putting PO’s in boxes

My hands write murderous notebooks

So Jehovah took those so shook soldiers

Who claim they so hard but ain’t no crooks

My face turn green from the light in the night scope

In grassy knolls and hoods, right next to the white folks

I got you walking tight ropes, you might hope

That Celph Titled is not who he seems to be

I eagerly wait with heaters with beams aimed deeply

Where your people be

Your local eatery’s not safe no more

Until my desert eagle sprays no more

(Chorus)

(Clap, don’t applaud)

(When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner)

(Make ‘em clap to this)

(Clap, don’t applaud)

(Make ‘em clap to this)

(Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud)

(Clap, don’t applaud)

(When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner)

(Make ‘em clap to this)

(Clap, don’t applaud)

(Make ‘em clap to this)

(Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud)

(Celph Titled) Yeah, Celph Titled, the mother ******g rubix Cuban

(Oktober) Yeah, Oktober the zero, about to pass the heat to Cashmere

Yo, Cash, don’t leave that laying around, you know how we do, you know how Celph start acting with them things, haha

(Celph Titled) Noah on the mother ******g beat, yeah, we going to make ‘em clap to this one, Tampa to the BX, p-on and all that, you know what I mean, let’s do this *************t, watch your neck piece.