Tampa International - Celph Titled.mp3

[00:06.33](Verse 1: Funkghost)
[00:07.14]Yo, fabulous movers, we do you like extravagant rulers
[00:11.19]With savage maneuvers, run through you
[00:12.54]Even cra*******ng computers, we get like Brian De Palma
[00:15.15]When applying the drama, we tie it up on ya
[00:16.11]Like messing with a flying parana
[00:16.86]We got a plan to vanish in the transatlantic
[00:17.88]When jams are planted while overseas my fans go frantic
[00:19.80]Put in plain we in the chain like we Jane Seymore
[00:21.09]But all you see is poetry and blood stained keyboards
[00:22.65]See lord that’s why we keep upping trouble knee deep
[00:24.15]Got receipts from when we bubbled at the double tree suite
[00:25.77]Foreign exchange its strange how we torn your frame
[00:27.00]So in the fame while others sound boring and lame
[00:28.95]The flavor we on, similar to Lela Rochon
[00:30.06]While haters are bomb, take it to a state of beyond
[00:32.01]Don Juan won ton, Egyptian musk a clips a bust designed
[00:34.26]And then dipped in plush, you know what
[00:35.13]Chorus
[00:35.28]In T-I we try to be hi
[00:36.36]And it lasts to the party don’t stop
[00:38.16]T-I we fly so see why
[00:38.97]Make your body rock
[00:39.45]The ******* flip, so sick, it don’t quit
[00:40.35]Got dough, just in case you don’t know
[00:41.13]The whole clique, so thick, so don’t slip
[00:42.09]Rock flows international
[00:42.81](Verse 2: I-Man)
[00:43.17]Caught cra*******ng, ba*******ng, the lyrical point guard be sma*******ng
[00:44.52]The cement, international coming soon, peep the fa*******on
[00:45.78]It’s goons in masks and ass verbal good ass cra*******ng
[00:47.76]Sound spla*******ng, dancing on your grave monster ma*******ng
[00:48.99]Tango with ca*******ng, yo call me manimal, half man
[00:49.98]All the rest is primal animal, spiritual cannibal
[00:51.21]Dirty tricks, I got a handful, I’m dropping anvils
[00:52.83]On the wack cats that want to act like ******* damsels
[00:54.03]In distress, lyrical bench press on my chest
[00:55.35]Led slugs from a chrome snub, it’s hard to digest
[00:57.03]I guess wedlock, is deadlock, transform into grim rock
[00:58.44]Throw that ass in a headlock pile drive you down into bedrock
[00:59.82]Life’s a guy, why not block is Salem’s lot, no need for storyline
[01:02.04]Because my mind is the plot, I got it locked down from glock town
[01:04.11]To the shark clowns my rocks scrounge homie in any fly cop sounds
[01:05.79]Surround my four pound pop from the top of mound
[01:06.96]The god thunderous of war, call me Mr. Brown
[01:08.49]Chorus
[01:08.76]In T-I we try to be hi
[01:10.23]And it lasts to the party don’t stop
[01:11.31]T-I we fly so see why
[01:12.03]Make your body rock
[01:12.45]The ******* flip, so sick, it don’t quit
[01:13.29]Got dough, just in case you don’t know
[01:14.10]The whole clique, so thick, so don’t slip
[01:15.27]Rock flows international
[01:16.26](Verse 3: Phobi One)
[01:16.77]The world’s a ghetto, typical thugs
[01:17.91]Plus the drugs, plus I shouldn’t settle
[01:19.89]Less is never pits and the rugs plush
[01:21.12]Jack of all trades, merchants of death
[01:22.89]And habitats crack on all phase
[01:23.70]The livest show, the one I’m rapping at
[01:24.96]Through the grapevine,
[01:25.47]Prime time define the great mind
[01:26.40]All your fake rhymes
[01:26.79]While mine *******nes on baselines, like a novelist
[01:28.08]Best seller books and the rap sheets
[01:29.22]Got all of this, fame the name, plus the fat beats
[01:30.78]The T-town, fun in the sun
[01:31.50]Subtropical, the beat down
[01:32.07]Chrome to your dome by drug mafias
[01:32.94]Loosen up, 20 ounce cups and kids boozing up
[01:35.34]Gin and coke, getting rope while me and ghost producing cuts
[01:39.75]Reanimate ball down and butter like Land O Lakes
[01:41.40]Can’t stand the taste of blood on the floor and cans of mace
[01:42.99]I don’t know why they try and battle P-H-O-B-I
[01:44.97]They up the creek knee high, cause I rip the skee-i
[01:45.90](Verse 4: Celph Titled)
[01:46.68]Yo, behold the spectrum, T-P-A anthem
[01:48.63]From the don of the 8-1-3, Celph Titled, mystery
[01:49.89]From which my calculations equal that of shadows
[01:51.39]With no physical source, leaving inconclusive reports
[01:52.77]Unorthodox repertoire, composed of the Chrome Depot
[01:54.69]And the reservoir, dropping state metaphor
[01:56.70]I used to sell tapes out the trunk right next to the gun rack
[01:58.32]Where we keep the genie and the rugs at
[01:59.19]Fry the bullets out the barrel, make you eat the *******t
[02:00.21]Sample you screaming for help and make a beat with it
[02:01.62]Its simple science, that why my five star alliance holds
[02:03.09]Format contraptions, that’s Y2K compliant
[02:04.38]Funkghost network put you up on something
[02:05.94]Mega heat spray, lift you up with something
[02:06.96]It’s pirates of the Caribbean and I’m the Cuban
[02:08.82]Knowledge for the future, historic pollution
[02:09.96]Chorus
[02:10.11]In T-I we try to be hi
[02:11.85]And it lasts to the party don’t stop
[02:13.29]T-I we fly so see why
[02:13.92]Make your body rock
[02:15.18]The ******* flip, so sick, it don’t quit
[02:16.86]Got dough, just in case you don’t know
[02:18.99]The whole clique, so thick, so don’t slip
[02:19.89]Rock flows international