Chrome Depot Freestyle

[Verse 1: Apathy]

Yo

I got the force that could knock a Sumo wrestler down

Professional sound that's puttin' rappers flesh in the ground

Scared of a candid-cameras for plantin' a bomb

But takin' shots with mechanical cannons in my arm

A verbal-tech battle mech ready to flex

You step to me next you get metal machete's to necks

Then I slice jugular veins, crushin' your frame

'Till the pressure from the skull plates bustin' your brain

I'm the type to spit and make you say "that's fuckin' insane"

And when your not payin' attention, I'll be touchin' your dame

I could make your whole squads frames bust in to flames

So why you speak on my name? you got nothin' to gain

Except two black eyes, a broke jaw, and a broke nose

I hope foes know I got nothin' but dope flows

I'm spittin' perfectly verbally

Ap's eternally as intricate as surgery or fixin' broken circuitry

[Chorus:]

It's like boom bap, fuck your rap

You ain't ready for Celph and you ain't ready for Ap

It goes boom bap, fuck your rap

'Cause you might get smacked with the back of the gat

[Verse 2: Celph Titled]

Yo everybody on the wall get the fuck out yo position

And focus on the God with the raw power of six men

Look me in the phone book, my math be unlisted

Got top secret formulas with 7th wonders orbit systems

You know the signature, the Celph titled literature

Get intricate with flows and carry mechanisms to spit at cha

Who want what? I sell beats for G-notes

Put three in your fleece coat and tie your neck to a ski-boat

You know I make the heat disasterly spill

And let the chrome sparkle like Master P's grille

Nigga's say godammit he's ill why ain't he blow yet?

I came before Christ, hip hop wasn't even known yet

The only time you catch me holdin' my tongue

Is if I cut it off and gripped it and spit more linguistics

Beyond long distance, dial the chrome for assistance

And use my sharp looks to bag hundreds of bitches

Self-pachino, you know the name from the beat down

Amputate my arms and I still wont put the heat down

This is prophecy, don't make me repeat this

Put a magnet to your data and leave your files deleted

Motherfucker!

[Chorus x2]