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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!)
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Peak #609
Peak in subgenre #28
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May 08, 2009
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MP3 1.9 MB 128 kbps 2:04
Lyrics
alot of people talking/ only one is listening/ couldn't fathom the problems alot of niggas are kickin here/ I tried to peep it back/ looking down at the home plate/ running through the paces I goin back to my own pace I'm/ tired of hearing the same ol pitch/ coming back to me from the mediocracy/ but I still rap, that's called modesty/ obviously alot a pressure is on so I'm backing off as the top MC/ Triple the pay ain't worth it/ if I can't kick to you the original verses with the bull shit/ Nothing else for me to say, the time a day is gone now/ Outside looking in on the view of a strong house/ Muzzle maniac/ braniac/ Trying to back -track these rap tracks to see where went wrong but/ Everytime I listen the same song is on, the microphone is gone nothing but bombs and/ firearms in the booth for security/ sometimes I feel lyrically niggas ain't coming near to me/ but my ego tends to get away with itself/ and self worth ain't nothing for the state of my health/ that's No nosense/ most of my writtens are so conciously fitting for the beat that it suits it like known objects/ never lost my footing for the good shit/ or hood shit, I'm dealing with nothing more than a full clip like/ Gangstar and premo I bang bars of evil and go back to my steelo up @ looking down at these weak dudes/ I need tools of music to defusing the pressure/ on my, Homeward bound shit in the adventure for track making/ Carrying music is back breaking/ gotta kill the shit that most of these cats take in/ I'm have/ sat back for a while and perfected/ the music almost feel like a nuisance for the new shit/ like a Lunatic/ plus I'm coming out of the looney bin/ broke out before where the pysicatrics have through me in/ tried to visualize me - but it ain't working/ I have different personalities/ I'm not the same person/ so if/ you tried to go at me I'll rip you apart/ made art from the start coming straight from the heart/ blood drinking from my ink leaking onto the paper/ and gotta big it up to the fans and my haters/
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