That's why you clowns are just chumps... you talk trash than you wonder why you're down in the dumps... get your mind out the gutter... Interwoven rhymes, one line from another... Beget verses, keep my grind paradigm on the shutter...
They were asking if I'm still around... washed up cool, let your feelings drown... Celph's grilling crowns... Whether you like it or not, or wish to fight it... Just know that when the curtain is drawn? The shit's recited... So don't try to prick a giant... Cause I'm not washed up. Go ahead, pick a hydrant. Got your death warrant available if you wish to sign it... I don't rock a mask or disguise when my tracks on the rise... I always keep my music behind the pupil like the back of the eyes... Yes... I went with that, don't blame me. Got some "dick-riders" supposedly. Won't hate me. Colder than ever, tell the Polar bear, I'm over here. Been a frozen pair of icicles my whole career... "Now, Celph, you know it ain't a career" well it's art, and I'm painting in here... every day of the year... That's why you clowns are just chumps... you talk trash than you wonder why you're down in the dumps....