The Final Word Lyrics
| Song | The Final Word |
| Artist | Celph Titled |
| Album | The Gatalog: A Collection of Chaos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Intro: L Fudge) | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Unh, unh | |
| L Fudge, Celph Titled | |
| (Verse 1: L Fudge) | |
| You lacks the minerals and vitamins | |
| Respect due to that | |
| The average hip hop consumer is now like, who that? | |
| Songs now a days ain’t staying stuck in your brain | |
| They got to the point that all songs that suck sound the same | |
| Speaking on behalf of a third of us in the game | |
| Whenever dope comes up they ain’t announcing our names | |
| Not running up in clubs screaming | |
| When my songs pumping they celeb status waning like Keenan | |
| They big headed and gassed up, I’m staying on the cement | |
| Don’t want to hear that talk around me, I’m not playing | |
| But my villains, y’all couldn’t help know this bitch | |
| Is rated over me then, y’all automatically | |
| Get more frequent to my semen | |
| Pay attention to how closely to how stupid y’all look | |
| Like a producer dropping dime on a new Cubans hook | |
| Shit back to the song, continuing to split lyrics in half | |
| To the point in the bathroom you ask if its on | |
| You’ll be like, ‘yeah it is’ don’t his rap be the bomb | |
| Listen what’s with dun and our pens sing a long | |
| Bring it on, whatever, that’s how this shit supposed to be | |
| I ain’t new nice, I’ve been since Hawaiian Sophie, please | |
| (Verse 2: Celph Titled) | |
| You can’t mislead a champion | |
| Don Dada, Celph Pachino | |
| Nice with the gun clap, get your front smacked | |
| You not militant, so how can your rank hang | |
| With a man that is quick enough to dodge | |
| A bullet a point blank range | |
| The 9 double M snub, real handle this | |
| I don’t puff weed, but I could still smoke Canibus | |
| Upper echelon, at the Grammys, get my trophy on | |
| I’m kind of childish, I’ll choke you with a Pokemon | |
| In fact, I like sex and violence so much | |
| I have fantasies of busting off rounds when I fuck | |
| Some say I’m a sick nigga, let the gun click nigga | |
| Cuban spic nigga, why you all up on my dick, nigga? | |
| I said it before, and I’m a say it again | |
| I’d rather write with a knife and stab your ass with a pen | |
| You couldn’t release dope shit even if you at a kilo | |
| Bitchs know my stee-lo and scream “Aye que Rico” | |
| Celph Titled is lethal without enhancements | |
| I’m like a tape deck that can’t rewind, always advancing | |
| I’ll smack Swiss Beats over the head with his own Casio | |
| And bring real hip hop back to my stage show | |
| I don’t know sign language so fuck a contract | |
| That’s what I speak, understand that | |
| Wanna know what a real pussy feels like? | |
| Why don’t you stand in the corner and hug yourself real tight | |
| Mother fucker | |
| (Verse 3:) | |
| (Celph Titled) Yo, this is for my niggas smoking chronic in blunts | |
| (L-Fudge) For my my British niggas smoking spliffs along with silk, hunh? | |
| (Celph Titled) For my European niggas smoking ounces of skunk | |
| (L-Fudge) To my Dominican’s making thousands off of just one | |
| (Celph Titled) We can make songs for you, shit, why the fuck not | |
| (L-Fudge) I take the first hit, hide it from cops, cops see, don’t they paid to be dope, I’m addicted to bitches that give me brains to elope, but I’m tied up like Rudolph on a sleigh to a rope and cut up short like a movie to a dope | |
| (Celph Titled) I’m an ungrateful asshole who’s always quick to wet cops, have my t-shirts made in a third world sweat shop | |
| (L-Fudge) You should have some sympathy | |
| (Celph Titled) Well how could I have that? When I was 12, I was homeless and living with the rats | |
| (L-Fudge) It’s L-Fudge and Celph Titled we be NY’s best, coming four times magnum, straight to your chest, what |
| Intro: L Fudge | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Unh, unh | |
| L Fudge, Celph Titled | |
| Verse 1: L Fudge | |
| You lacks the minerals and vitamins | |
| Respect due to that | |
| The average hip hop consumer is now like, who that? | |
| Songs now a days ain' t staying stuck in your brain | |
| They got to the point that all songs that suck sound the same | |
| Speaking on behalf of a third of us in the game | |
| Whenever dope comes up they ain' t announcing our names | |
| Not running up in clubs screaming | |
| When my songs pumping they celeb status waning like Keenan | |
| They big headed and gassed up, I' m staying on the cement | |
| Don' t want to hear that talk around me, I' m not playing | |
| But my villains, y' all couldn' t help know this bitch | |
| Is rated over me then, y' all automatically | |
| Get more frequent to my semen | |
| Pay attention to how closely to how stupid y' all look | |
| Like a producer dropping dime on a new Cubans hook | |
| Shit back to the song, continuing to split lyrics in half | |
| To the point in the bathroom you ask if its on | |
| You' ll be like, ' yeah it is' don' t his rap be the bomb | |
| Listen what' s with dun and our pens sing a long | |
| Bring it on, whatever, that' s how this shit supposed to be | |
| I ain' t new nice, I' ve been since Hawaiian Sophie, please | |
| Verse 2: Celph Titled | |
| You can' t mislead a champion | |
| Don Dada, Celph Pachino | |
| Nice with the gun clap, get your front smacked | |
| You not militant, so how can your rank hang | |
| With a man that is quick enough to dodge | |
| A bullet a point blank range | |
| The 9 double M snub, real handle this | |
| I don' t puff weed, but I could still smoke Canibus | |
| Upper echelon, at the Grammys, get my trophy on | |
| I' m kind of childish, I' ll choke you with a Pokemon | |
| In fact, I like sex and violence so much | |
| I have fantasies of busting off rounds when I fuck | |
| Some say I' m a sick nigga, let the gun click nigga | |
| Cuban spic nigga, why you all up on my dick, nigga? | |
| I said it before, and I' m a say it again | |
| I' d rather write with a knife and stab your ass with a pen | |
| You couldn' t release dope shit even if you at a kilo | |
| Bitchs know my steelo and scream " Aye que Rico" | |
| Celph Titled is lethal without enhancements | |
| I' m like a tape deck that can' t rewind, always advancing | |
| I' ll smack Swiss Beats over the head with his own Casio | |
| And bring real hip hop back to my stage show | |
| I don' t know sign language so fuck a contract | |
| That' s what I speak, understand that | |
| Wanna know what a real pussy feels like? | |
| Why don' t you stand in the corner and hug yourself real tight | |
| Mother fucker | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Celph Titled Yo, this is for my niggas smoking chronic in blunts | |
| LFudge For my my British niggas smoking spliffs along with silk, hunh? | |
| Celph Titled For my European niggas smoking ounces of skunk | |
| LFudge To my Dominican' s making thousands off of just one | |
| Celph Titled We can make songs for you, shit, why the fuck not | |
| LFudge I take the first hit, hide it from cops, cops see, don' t they paid to be dope, I' m addicted to bitches that give me brains to elope, but I' m tied up like Rudolph on a sleigh to a rope and cut up short like a movie to a dope | |
| Celph Titled I' m an ungrateful asshole who' s always quick to wet cops, have my tshirts made in a third world sweat shop | |
| LFudge You should have some sympathy | |
| Celph Titled Well how could I have that? When I was 12, I was homeless and living with the rats | |
| LFudge It' s LFudge and Celph Titled we be NY' s best, coming four times magnum, straight to your chest, what |
| Intro: L Fudge | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Unh, unh | |
| L Fudge, Celph Titled | |
| Verse 1: L Fudge | |
| You lacks the minerals and vitamins | |
| Respect due to that | |
| The average hip hop consumer is now like, who that? | |
| Songs now a days ain' t staying stuck in your brain | |
| They got to the point that all songs that suck sound the same | |
| Speaking on behalf of a third of us in the game | |
| Whenever dope comes up they ain' t announcing our names | |
| Not running up in clubs screaming | |
| When my songs pumping they celeb status waning like Keenan | |
| They big headed and gassed up, I' m staying on the cement | |
| Don' t want to hear that talk around me, I' m not playing | |
| But my villains, y' all couldn' t help know this bitch | |
| Is rated over me then, y' all automatically | |
| Get more frequent to my semen | |
| Pay attention to how closely to how stupid y' all look | |
| Like a producer dropping dime on a new Cubans hook | |
| Shit back to the song, continuing to split lyrics in half | |
| To the point in the bathroom you ask if its on | |
| You' ll be like, ' yeah it is' don' t his rap be the bomb | |
| Listen what' s with dun and our pens sing a long | |
| Bring it on, whatever, that' s how this shit supposed to be | |
| I ain' t new nice, I' ve been since Hawaiian Sophie, please | |
| Verse 2: Celph Titled | |
| You can' t mislead a champion | |
| Don Dada, Celph Pachino | |
| Nice with the gun clap, get your front smacked | |
| You not militant, so how can your rank hang | |
| With a man that is quick enough to dodge | |
| A bullet a point blank range | |
| The 9 double M snub, real handle this | |
| I don' t puff weed, but I could still smoke Canibus | |
| Upper echelon, at the Grammys, get my trophy on | |
| I' m kind of childish, I' ll choke you with a Pokemon | |
| In fact, I like sex and violence so much | |
| I have fantasies of busting off rounds when I fuck | |
| Some say I' m a sick nigga, let the gun click nigga | |
| Cuban spic nigga, why you all up on my dick, nigga? | |
| I said it before, and I' m a say it again | |
| I' d rather write with a knife and stab your ass with a pen | |
| You couldn' t release dope shit even if you at a kilo | |
| Bitchs know my steelo and scream " Aye que Rico" | |
| Celph Titled is lethal without enhancements | |
| I' m like a tape deck that can' t rewind, always advancing | |
| I' ll smack Swiss Beats over the head with his own Casio | |
| And bring real hip hop back to my stage show | |
| I don' t know sign language so fuck a contract | |
| That' s what I speak, understand that | |
| Wanna know what a real pussy feels like? | |
| Why don' t you stand in the corner and hug yourself real tight | |
| Mother fucker | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Celph Titled Yo, this is for my niggas smoking chronic in blunts | |
| LFudge For my my British niggas smoking spliffs along with silk, hunh? | |
| Celph Titled For my European niggas smoking ounces of skunk | |
| LFudge To my Dominican' s making thousands off of just one | |
| Celph Titled We can make songs for you, shit, why the fuck not | |
| LFudge I take the first hit, hide it from cops, cops see, don' t they paid to be dope, I' m addicted to bitches that give me brains to elope, but I' m tied up like Rudolph on a sleigh to a rope and cut up short like a movie to a dope | |
| Celph Titled I' m an ungrateful asshole who' s always quick to wet cops, have my tshirts made in a third world sweat shop | |
| LFudge You should have some sympathy | |
| Celph Titled Well how could I have that? When I was 12, I was homeless and living with the rats | |
| LFudge It' s LFudge and Celph Titled we be NY' s best, coming four times magnum, straight to your chest, what |
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