Hold Something

(Verse 1: Dutchmassive)
Yo theres a distance here
Yo theres a distance there
Here a diss, there a diss, everybodys dissin me
Yo Im out of options
The force of impact on local voices stays constant
Build a massive anger and now Im lost in
Jealous of my homage, vocals and rough delivery
Youre sick of me
Saddened by the fact we marked history
The first amongst professionals, emerging from Junk Planet
Planned in tropic states and then we start expanding
Im the ******st lyricist
17 and always stressed
Cause my **** **-up outlook on life I stay vexed
Im the best at what I do; Im not a man you can defeat
Heres advice to all you cipher talk is cheap
I delete ***** **s with abundance of animosity
Im still the ******st even though you ****** up my sound quality
An oddity, outcast, thats straight from the normal
Now whos the piece of ************t?
Yall cats is stupid!
(Verse 2: Celph Titled)
You know its atomic when you cant stop the rain
Ravage bodies for segments and sediments
Aint a damn thing changed
My persona precise conducts riveting performances
One hundred percentages
Vision of succeeding is fictitious like unicorns with contact lenses
What?!
Most dont know what
Much of those freakin are stisters staggering to sisters
Stops theirs sisters stuttering and study my rhymes
You can shake my hand but use the other to count your blessings
We be the three hor************ of this art form, odd numbers the essence
Fla************ng automatic weapons is blasphemous
Youd better hold something heavy
When me and the clique combine the counter-reactions unbelievable
Thus inconceivable
Yo G-Clef hold me back
This aint your average gun clap rap
From New York City to TPA and back
Make sure you pick-up a brochure or pamphlet for info
On how I single-handed turn drama MC hamlets in to omelets
Quite nicely, minus the spicy additive
The saddest kids at a loss for adjectives to describe these wacks ************t passages
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this ************t ay man, you got to get more hyped up than that)
(Yo, I ain't even feeling you Dutch)
(Verse 3: Dutchmassive)
Ayo commence with the gibberish
Face it, aint nobody hearing ************t
I think too much to be an imitating lyricist
My experience lacking of qualities of stability
Cmon yall are killing me
I rearranged identities and ride galactic centipedes
More enemies to diss my ego (Nah Duke Im just confident)
Battling Demigods I exit out the Alpha Project
Flying o**ects emit from the arms of order logic
You are all now my hostage
There is no escape from the carbon glass surrounding
Youre trapped in your own bull************t ways of gettin down kid
Emotion filled bastard, battle scars I have none
Lookin towards the future makes me wanna purchase mad guns
Stunned to the fact that I act like I dont care
But Im not mad at the world, just everybody living here
(Dutch, you still wack)
(Verse 4: Celph Titled)
Yo lifes a snitch, God forbid the ********** ** would bore me
I Practice with travel sorcery, transcend velocities immortally
Spittin ammunition in all directions Im every mans fear
You could turn yourself invisible but you still couldnt stand clear
I live in the flesh, only when Im wearin it
Flow active and narrative
Speak with many tongues leaving MCs speechless Samaritans
I get more applaud than God at the Gospel Awards
My acceptance speech was immortalized in stone tablets before the Dinosaurs
Beyond the limits that are humanly possible
Ripping your hair out follicle by follicle
Diabolical vandalist, ****** graffiti artists
Im the Vampire
Id rather tag your name with your cardiovascular excrements
Mother****** this is your last will and testament
Celph Titled, sincerely yours, the man who exhales toxins
Holdin down the tropic state, we carry knives to cut our boxes
Word life, MCs act like they can flow
I know you fackin Jacks cause you as hardcore as the Co************y Show