Where I Are

It's like that y'all, like that

So why they hatin' on Celph Titled?

I don't know, man, I don't know, man

I don't know, man, I don't know, I don't know

'Cause they wanna be where I are

'Cause they wanna be where I are

So why they hatin' on Celph Titled?

I don't know, man, I don't know, man

I don't know, man, I don't know, I don't know

'Cause they wanna be where I are

'Cause they wanna be where I are

So why they hatin' on

Star spangled from harsh angles

Bow and arrow arch aimed at your Randy Savage wave cap

Your budget I ate that, I'm the new Pat Sajak

They asked me for a couple letters so my AK spat

Hollow head heat sneakers at your weak features

Like Data from the Goonies with unique sneakers

I'm a slide past wack shit with highly extensive

Combat shit on compact disk

Don't worry if I'm burning your album

'Cause if I'm burning your album

I'm in the backyard burning the album

Smokey The Bear will have to choke on a flare

Am I supposed to be scared?

That's like Vin Diesel combing his hair

Ain't happenin' now, no, not, not forever

Not a rapper with a better flow, what so ever

All these biters ride my nuts like a road rail

They wish I had seat belts embedded in my coat tails

I don't know, man, I don't know, man

I don't know, man, I don't know, I don't know

'Cause they wanna be where I are

'Cause they wanna be where I are

So why they hatin' on Celph Titled?

I don't know, man, I don't know, man

I don't know, man, I don't know, I don't know

'Cause they wanna be where I are

'Cause they wanna be where I are

So why they hatin' on

I first appeared on wax in '98, as a young teen

Now I'm stackin' paper, got my thumb green

How many times am I fresh? That's umpteen

Get dirty, pull the trigger, but I keep my gun clean

That's sparkly shinin', yeah, the glittery bling

Vocals so big, the Pro-Tools need a 50 inch screen

Hardcore rhymes, jazz riffs and loops

I think y'all forgot what rap sounded like, didn't you?

Let me remind you of a time way back

When hip hop tracks had hard snares and not lame snaps

Rappers where rappers, drug dealers were dealers

Fans was just fans and the music was much realer

Now it's a clown show

Except these fagots got a dope boy persona

Instead of the damn clown nose

I laugh at any critic saying my style is too humorous

'Cause you're an insecure boy with an abused uterus

I don't know, man, I don't know, man

I don't know, man, I don't know, I don't know

'Cause they wanna be where I are

'Cause they wanna be where I are

So why they hatin' on Celph Titled?

I don't know, man, I don't know, man

I don't know, man, I don't know, I don't know

'Cause they wanna be where I are

'Cause they wanna be where I are

So why they hatin' on

I get slept on heavily

But I'm an expert with rap whether it be Heavy D or Heather B

I've heard all the beats, all the cuts, all the breaks

All the flow from all the legends in cities, state to state

I'm an ace when I study the science of spit

Respect my skill for the one of a kind that it is

Put behind all the early shit you heard of mine

That was before I flipped and decided it was murder time

I stepped my game up, my cadence is impeccable

Lyrics are out of this world, swagger is incredible

And if you can't see that then you're probably a rapper yourself

Wishin' you could be where I'm at

Don't you herbs notice? You can't disturb my focus

My words are so sick that they leave you with tuberculosis

If your CD has 15 songs

Word is born it's about 15 songs too long

Just give me my fuckin' phone call