The Cella Dwellas Knew - Instrumental

[00:00.66] Right, right, right, right
[00:01.62] Yes, yes, yes, ok, ok, yes, yes, yes
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[00:06.33] Yes, yes
[00:07.55] Ok, ok, ok, ok
[00:08.74] Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
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[00:14.92] Ok, ok, yes, yes, yes
[00:25.94] So many rappers exist in the land of the lost
[00:29.10] I never heard it, but I used to see the ad in The Source
[00:32.48] We know the flavor lost it's kick since dipping bread in the sauce
[00:35.67] We still spit like stick and rat in the jaws
[00:38.12] I still spit, grabbing the dick in my drawers
[00:40.23] Big Willie style, all in it
[00:42.32] Fit stylin' with low spinach
[00:44.51] All vintage
[00:45.59] Swole bidness
[00:46.61] We was elbow throwing in two triple oh
[00:48.83] And spreading love the BK way, like Deuce Bigelow
[00:51.97] Doot doots in the ad-libs but tears when I rap, niggas soul
[00:55.15] Close to the great beyond be all niggas know
[00:58.42] Twenty years we been on niggas throats
[01:01.22] On niggas necks like baby mom's initials
[01:04.28] Chokers, decks loaded
[01:06.39] You either Aces or Jokers
[01:08.30] The industry was funded by baseheads and smokers
[01:11.44] Who are you?
[01:11.76] You must be new
[01:13.06] Let me show you the rope-a-dope bitch
[01:14.90] Wear 'em down till they notice your second, third, fourth magnum opus
[01:18.02] Too many rappers exist in the land of the lost
[01:20.89] I never heard it, but I used to see the ad in The Source
[01:24.08] We know the flavor lost its kick since dipping bread in the sauce
[01:27.66] So many rappers exist in the land of the lost
[01:30.93] Too many rappers exist in the land of the lost
[01:33.73] I never heard it, but I used to see the ad in The Source
[01:37.34] You know the flavor lost it's kick since dipping bread in the sauce
[01:40.57] So many rappers exist in the land of the lost
[01:43.85] I'm so tired and simultaneously so wired
[01:47.29] It's new money and old tyrants to co-sign it
[01:50.48] Snow bunnies that say nigga when niggas ain't around
[01:53.73] Cause niggas laid it down and they quotin' what niggas rhyming
[01:56.86] My old timers my peers and now I'm an old timer to my peers
[02:00.90] But cheers, we just getting better with years
[02:03.37] I'm every up and coming cold rapper's man in the mirror
[02:06.68] I fly high like Jim Jones smoking clones in the Leer
[02:09.81] Talk to me about paying dues
[02:11.67] You dudes wasn't there
[02:13.11] I done seen entire crews disappear into thin air
[02:16.35] My pen's Rare like Donkey, Diddy, and Killer Instinct
[02:19.44] We broke molds while most titty rolled and trend seeked
[02:23.05] Shin-deep, since beats banging out of the MP
[02:26.27] We were put on Dilla then Silk, Murda, and MP
[02:29.57] Cracking cigarillos and nickel bags with the stem seeds
[02:32.34] Everfresh juice with loose tipping fifths till they empty
[02:35.78] Too many rappers exist in the land of the lost
[02:38.17] I never heard it, but I used to see the ad in The Source
[02:41.69] We know the flavor lost it's kick since dipping bread in the sauce
[02:45.53] Too many rappers exist in the land of the lost
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