It Ain't

Yo you ready for real ************t? Pull your guns off the shelf

******* ******* rubbing your ******* and finger yourself

The uncanny Don Juan DeMarco Ricky Ricardo

Strapped with extra arsenals, you know the motto

I put the metal right in front of your face

And let that mother******* loose until the ************t disintegrates

Ain't never seen a ******* who can rhyme like me

Grip the nine like me and split your spine like me

Certified expertise with these rhyming degrees

I got a violent disease that make me eager to squeeze

My applause is a gun clap (whatt?) shouldn't have done that

Celph Titled hold back? Nah son ******* that

I'm the top of New York the God spectacle

Highly respectable, your ************t is unacceptable

Go back to the lab and try to prevail

You couldn't be on point if you slept on nails

And that's my word duke you can take it for granted

I own the whole universe and that includes this planet

Go against me you might as well be battling God

You get treated like Christ up in a Pagan synagogue

[Chorus:]

Yo it ain't a crime if you don't get caught (say what?)

It ain't a rhyme if you don't use thought (and uh)

It ain't my joint if this ************t is not hot (hey yo)

It ain't your block if you catch a speed knock (a'ight)

It ain't your business if you not in command (true that)

It ain't your ************ if she with another man (okay)

It ain't real if you can't find the truth (no doubt)

It ain't it ain't a thing I can't do

[Verse 2:]

Who the ******* said Celph Titled couldn't even rhyme right?

My repertoire ************ne bright, show you with a nine light

Let the bullets rip you up, choke a ******* spitting up

You never getting up, all your vitals organs splitted up

I'm on some gun ************t, crazy dumb ************t

Got sixteen round clips for all them *******s that you run with

A lot of cats think I'm soft in this game

I got the force and the fame, I put the boss in my name

You'll get lost in the flames trying to ******* with my clique

I put a gun in your lip, I just got tons of this ************t

Even the Devil would be cringing at the ************t I'm endorsing

Disrespect me and get your life expectancy shortened

Give a ******* about advance rapping trying to be innovative

I'd rather rhyme about the different guns that I can spray you with

I'm narrow-minded and I got a cannon with a kick behind it

And when it let's loose it'll leave you open-minded

Probably take a microscope to count your loot

I stack chips more than Intel could possibly compute

Weighed myself on a triple-beam cause I'm so ****

Pick up your wifie on the low and stick my ************ down her throat

[Chorus:]

Yo it ain't a crime if you don't get caught (say what?)

It ain't a rhyme if you don't use thought (and uh)

It ain't my joint if this ************t is not hot (hey yo)

It ain't your block if you catch a speed knock (a'ight)

It ain't your business if you not in command (true that)

It ain't your ************ if she with another man (okay)

It ain't real if you can't find the truth (no doubt)

It ain't it ain't a thing I can't do

[Verse 3:]

Yo my crew is full of I'll cats, real kids who peel caps

Put a machete to your nuts, ******* you feel that?

I'm raw to the core and stay Vietnam-like

I'll be fifty and ******g ******* on Prom Night

Underground cat you probably heard me on some twelve inches

Broadcasting live via satellite from Hell's trenches

Nice on the tracks and I'm nice with the rhymes

You know the Celph Titled legacy be top of the line

In my promo there's more play than porno flicks in slo-mo

Superstar status whether collabo or solo

I do an encore and just be spitting some more

I'm the type of cat to ******* a ************ and call her a whore

I'm on some real trife ************t, you know you heard me on the Smackdown

Knocking *******s out, they never made it to the last round

My man [?] rock well released the Glock shells

Pull out the heat and put it in your mouth like [?]

I only ******* up when your ************ is on top of me

I hold monopolies and kill rappers for hobbies

Yo I ain't a thug but I could kill one

And I can rhyme until the dusk or dawn or wait until the reel's done

[Chorus:]

Yo it ain't a crime if you don't get caught (say what?)

It ain't a rhyme if you don't use thought (and uh)

It ain't my joint if this ************t is not hot (hey yo)

It ain't your block if you catch a speed knock (a'ight)

It ain't your business if you not in command (true that)

It ain't your ************ if she with another man (okay)

It ain't real if you can't find the truth (no doubt)

It ain't it ain't a thing I can't do