Celph Taut: The Battle Anthology
I'm 24 years old. I've been recording for 8 years. Most of which was used experimenting with different recording techniques and overall mastering what would quickly become my "signature" sound. Although still in it's developing stages I plan to establish a mark like no other before me. I listen to many genres of music simply because it's always been about quality...an attribute existent in any form of music. If you're on my page it's most likely you've heard of me via forum and you're here to support the movement. That's great news because I've yet to disappoint. I put quality into my worth with every masterpiece crafted and built a sturdy fan base in light of that. I breath, eat, n live the music essence. A hip hop purist at heart. I paint the pictures using the beat as the canvass and my words as the brush that strides across the portrait.
Hi, I'm Celph Taut. =) Welcome to the show.
Links.
www.punchlinekings.com (dopest shit on the planet right now!)
Lyrics
You can die if you come n' cross me/ n' if you're coming bossy treat it like hygene n' start rolling up while you stuntin' flossing/ ya underbossin' you're answering to a higher up/ the prism of a diamond from mining workers - I'm shining, what/ you rhyming f*** s like a skater still on the grinding, stuck/ around the shortest basis of placing sh** to a higher cut/ There ain't no talking wit me... this is adocumentary/ thought perplex decades of music turning it off a century/ pop snap the top hip hop cats wit swift precision/ while their at the venue, pretend to be in the intermission/ listen, this is ear candy here, Sandy/ engineered for years wit peers keeping the gears handy/ n' all you rap dude's wax sound like a bathroom/ crap oozin' outta of a f*** ing fat dudes crack tube/ wack.. you, might wanna grab a new mic song for/ life to, recite through a night to a site movement/ Cuz, I get right to it/ I'm on the hype tune fitting like a tight munic, sitting on a bike, just whistling "I'm nice", you've been/ on some dumb sh** , for one skit/ in some music, thinking we will come use it/ ha... had to laugh now at that cow/ Little fat pile of sh** , spitting tracks out/ gave it to a another cat n' it was passed down/ try to stand for himself, sit his ass down/ I keep these tracks down, 32' plaq sound/ hi definition precision into the back ground/ I ain't gassed now, open up the gas valve/ this is how a mac style's own official raps sound/ ...pictures up I don't gotta hide, I'm on auto-drive/ modfied hustler, n' your b*** in ya mamma's eyes/ probably traumitized when n*** s bring the drama by/ calling for ya momma, bombers letting em' lama's fly/ matter fact, you ain't never been in drama, guy/ just a play ground n*** , who giggles when going down the slide/ you ain't down to ride, go to BK/ and order up a quarter pound with fries, with the BK crown disguise/ Little fake ass hustler tryin' muscle up/ with protein shakes n' a steak on em' so guzzle up/ mad music, a pad, call me a lab student/ taking out the trash, I pass over this fad movement/ yeah I'm back, proving that you been obselete/ talk is cheap, I'd pay you the interest off it to walk the street/
