Celph Titled - Tampa International (Remix) lyrics

(Verse 1: Funkghost) Yo, fabulous movers, we do you like extravagant rulers With savage maneuvers, run through you Even crashing computers, we get like Brian De Palma When applying the drama, we tie it up on ya Like messing with a flying parana We got a plan to vanish in the transatlantic When jams are planted while overseas my fans go frantic Put in plain we in the chain like we Jane Seymore But all you see is poetry and blood stained keyboards See lord that's why we keep upping trouble knee deep Got receipts from when we bubbled at the double tree suite Foreign exchange its strange how we torn your frame So in the fame while others sound boring and lame The flavor we on, similar to Lela Rochon While haters are bomb, take it to a state of beyond Don Juan won ton, Egyptian musk a clips a bust designed And then dipped in plush, you know what Chorus In T-I we try to be hi And it lasts to the party don't stop T-I we fly so see why Make your body rock The dope flip, so sick, it don't quit Got dough, just in case you don't know The whole clique, so thick, so don't slip Rock flows international (Verse 2: I-Man) Caught crashing, bashing, the lyrical point guard be smashing The cement, international coming soon, peep the fashion It's goons in masks and a** verbal good a** crashing Sound splashing, dancing on your grave monster mashing Tango with cashing, yo call me manimal, half man All the rest is primal animal, spiritual cannibal Dirty tricks, I got a handful, I'm dropping anvils On the wack cats that want to act like f**ing damsels In distress, lyrical bench press on my chest Led slugs from a chrome snub, it's hard to digest I guess wedlock, is deadlock, transform into grim rock Throw that a** in a headlock pile drive you down into bedrock Life's a guy, why not block is Salem's lot, no need for storyline Because my mind is the plot, I got it locked down from Glock town To the shark clowns my rocks scrounge homie in any fly cop sounds Surround my four pound pop from the top of mound The god thunderous of war, call me Mr. Brown Chorus In T-I we try to be hi And it lasts to the party don't stop T-I we fly so see why Make your body rock The dope flip, so sick, it don't quit Got dough, just in case you don't know The whole clique, so thick, so don't slip Rock flows international (Verse 3: Phobi One) The world's a ghetto, typical thugs Plus the d**, plus I shouldn't settle Less is never pits and the rugs plush Jack of all trades, merchants of d**h And habitats crack on all phase The livest show, the one I'm rapping at Through the grapevine Prime time define the great mind All your fake rhymes While mine shines on baselines, like a novelist Best seller books and the rap sheets Got all of this, fame the name, plus the fat beats The T-town, fun in the sun Subtropical, the beat down Chrome to your dome by drug mafias Loosen up, 20 ounce cups and kids boozing up Gin and coke, getting rope while me and ghost producing cuts Reanimate ball down and bu*ter like Land O Lakes Can't stand the taste of blood on the floor and cans of mace I don't know why they try and battle P-H-O-B-I They up the creek knee high, cause I rip the skee-i (Verse 4: Celph Titled) Yo, behold the spectrum, T-P-A anthem From the don of the 8-1-3, Celph Titled, mystery From which my calculations equal that of shadows With no physical source, leaving inconclusive reports Unorthodox repertoire, composed of the Chrome Depot And the reservoir, dropping state metaphor I used to sell tapes out the trunk right next to the gun rack Where we keep the genie and the rugs at Fry the bullets out the barrel, make you eat the sh** Sample you screaming for help and make a beat with it Its simple science, that why my five star alliance holds Format contraptions, that's Y2K compliant Funkghost network put you up on something Mega heat spray, lift you up with something It's pirates of the Caribbean and I'm the Cuban Knowledge for the future, historic pollution Chorus In T-I we try to be hi And it lasts to the party don't stop T-I we fly so see why Make your body rock The dope flip, so sick, it don't quit Got dough, just in case you don't know The whole clique, so thick, so don't slip Rock flows international