Yeah you know we came up on an era

Where everybody was original

Had to have their own style and sh*t

Now everybody tryin' to

Sound like everybody else

I'm ill versatile

With the skill no more

Wack MC's wanna flex

But their styles

Ain't raw

I'm ill versatile

With the skill no more

Wack MC's wanna flex

But their styles ain't raw

It's like I conjured demons

Got b**ches at my concert screamin'

Like a naval recruiter

They truly want the semen sea men

Rip MC's at the seams

Leaved them stomped as cement

I bring these motherf**kers

Hell if they don't repent

Give them aneurysms

When I start usin' big words

So I speak to them real

Simple to them like Big Bird

This has been brought

To you by the letter A

Better pray you get away

When I let Beretta's spray

Get erased get replaced

Real quick in this rap biz

Like the long answers

On a second grade math quiz

Stick to simplifying

For you simple minded Simple Simons

This is simple science

When I spit it's signifying

That my spit is flyin'

I could spit shine the sun's surface

This verse is hot as fire

Breathin' dragon's verses

I hate to burst your bubble

But you faggots been bottle fed

Noddin' your noggins to

What I'm sayin' like bobble heads

So boggle your mind

And crack a bottle of wine

Over your dome till

Your skull is at

The bottom of your spine

So d**e you gotta rewind a lot of the rhymes

If Jesus Christ read

My notebook then God will go blind

I'm ill versatile

With the skill no more

Wack MC's wanna flex but

Their styles ain't raw

I'm ill versatile

With the skill no more

Wack MC's wanna flex but

Their styles ain't raw

I'm ill versatile

With the skill no more

Wack MC's wanna flex but

Their styles ain't raw

I'm ill versatile

With the skill no more

Wack MC's wanna flex but

Their styles ain't raw

When I speak it's a problem

I'm a beast and a goblin

F**kin' a MILF

That closely resembles Marie Osmond

And I've been

Layin' in the cut mind controllin' elephants

Stab your face with a tusk

Orchestrator of death

I am a black reverend

Monitor your stats

It's all you need is Monistat 7

Singin' Eye Of The Tiger but you in eyeliner

Mile high club flight attendent

Goin' down on a guy sky diver

In 209 I function 500 rounds

I'm dumpin' a Gatling gun to your dome

We act like dynamite inside a pumpkin

Sadistic appendages

My whole body's evil

Havin' fun with two guns hittin' like

Some double desert eagles

We cop cars that look like cop cars

And got heli copters

To zero in on hella cop car

And send a missile at ya official tissue

Cause your track sound gayer

Than the Mr Wendell instrumental

Detrimental to your squad

I'll distance members

And dismember body parts

And gift rap them for this December

Death is the plan

You will meet Ed McMahon

When I clear you out

Cause bombs that I Publish be Clearing House

I'm ill versatile

With the skill no more

Wack MC's wanna flex

But their styles ain't raw

I'm ill versatile

With the skill no more

Wack MC's wanna flex but

Their styles ain't raw

I'm ill versatile

With the skill no more

Wack MC's wanna flex but

Their styles ain't raw

I'm ill versatile

Look Up in the sky

It's a bird It's a plane It's

The Puerto Rican Superhero

Yo I'm angry like my momma

Just beat me with a switch

Madder than Nick Cannon

When Eminem be dissin' his b**ch

Big Chino is known to be a wild kid

You'll refuse to get tested

You know that 160 sh*t

Where ever there's drama

I'ma fly and find the f**ker

Beat him in the face till

He's ugly like Usher's baby's mama

I pray for your death

And I pray that I'm the cause of it

Idiot killin' a blind man

With his own walkin' stick

Mind quickest simpliest riddles

I wittle all arithmetics

I memorize ridiculous

I can hypnotize a hypnotist

Spittin' less than 33 ounces

Still considered a liter leader

My skills are far fetched

Like a Labrador Retriever

I mean I keep a lot of balls

Only rivaled by the Gods of Mars

Watchin' Mya's a** shake

On Dance With The Stars

My foes plot against me

My verbal molest and deserve

To be put in chairs of electric

Like Roman Polansky

I put that I target artists on my resume

And place them in puddles

Of blood you can see 80 miles away

Your survival is decided by

Which side of the bed I wake up on

Worship the works

Of the wordsmith like it was a cross

My effect on women is hard to explain

I can piss on they head

And convince them that it's rain

I'm vain

My six pack makin' b**ches love me more

Get out of line and get punched

Like you Snookie on The Jersey Shore

My raw thoughts are awful

I'm so twisted I could eat an iron nail and

Sh*t out a cork screw

My writtens are displayed

Inside of Egyptian pantheons

Chino is bananas

I spit potassium and calcium and ummm

You ain't feelin' my spillings

Only a minor loss

Cause I am bad to

The bone like a rotting corpse

My word a monologue

Keep rappers scared to go up in the booth

Like it's Magic Johnson's wife's vagina raw

I'm ill versatile

With the skill no more

Wack MC's wanna flex

But their styles ain't raw

I'm ill versatile

With the skill no more

Wack MC's wanna flex but

Their styles ain't raw

Yeah The coalition of

The spoken word crack cookers

Celph Titled Apathy Chino XL

Shuttin' sh*t the f**k down

Buckwild D I T C Forever

And ever motherf**ker

Y G radio

Styles Ain't Raw (feat Apathy & Chino XL) (Clean) - Celph Titled