(Intro) Time's up, time's up (Yeah) Hold up (Alright, that's all you got?) Alright, Celph, you got 30 seconds, are you ready? (Yeah) Alright, Celph Titled, hit ‘em (Verse 1: Celph Titled) Yeah, listen, yo These hungry rappers battle Fora buck and some change There really be kids starving Give a f** if it change Shot raps, got that, You get signed, you might blow up Release party in Iraq, you might blow up I see you trying to think a few lines You might get at me with Slap happy with babies who born with crack in they cribs Too much to cram under your oversized fitted And the public school system failed you Either you ignorant or you isn't Ain't concerned with scuffing my sneakers My demographic listening But not too many rappers teaching And I find a way to fill a hard drive up With songs containing mainly: b**h, ho, sh** f** Yo, you know what's up There's some ill sh** going on So wrong, it's not topics that I've really spoken on I'm just like you, a kid who wants to rap Get money, put an album out, mansion with a fountain spout Out in the front yard, sidewalk leading to the street Which leads me to speak, my speech reaches the whole world And yet still, I'd rather rap about what I got or what I'll do to you If you disrespect, you guessed it, I'm shooting you Who's the true villain and who's illing the mix tape Gun shots ain't really k**ing, who's dying? It's tough luck Can't figure out if I'm the problem or the world's just f**ed up