[Hook: D-Celli]

I get respect from the dudes that I grind with

Cause I’ve been rhyming since flipping consignment

All I hear is that this shit takes timing

Pressure can burst pipes, or pressure can build diamonds

[Verse 1: D-Celli]

That’s why D-Celli is never tired I’m a tyrant

Load a clip and then I fire it

Refining the lines I define my mind with falls in line with

Making haters fall- silent

Rap fast, like fuck it I’m ramadan’n

While you reclining, I’m on it

I’m nice, and we got nothing in common

Swag well polished on the corner of Collins

Told you my clip’ll fill you, and my spit is embalming

Life’s a game of chess and I’m just following logic

War & Peace. You root for peace, they start calling you conscious

Fuck this Nas shit, nonsense, Call me Nostradamus

Cause I'mma make it, I’m psychic

See me outside the booth with a blunt like a sidekick

They try to match the flow, I speed it up like nitrous-

The flow mean to boast, but my rhymes say that I’m righteous. (Don’t fight this)

Take notes and do it like this

8-sides can’t stop me only pausing to light this. (Uhhhh)

[Hook: D-Celli x2]

[Verse 2: D-Celli]

That’s why I’m chucking up the Rock in this bitch

That’s why I rock the mic like a shift

Its too easy, the way I’m scoring dimes like assists, when you see me roll your fingers to a fist

Cause weed and popularity is measured in pounds

And now I got more than my mom to say I’m fucking astounding

I blow their minds when I drop a line and rhyme

They crowd around him

The greatest, not yet famous, the dames is all about him

Catch him coming from the bottom, on the corner; like star-pound

Coming live from where they never let their guard down

Im a pro now- Im a star now

See me on my grind until they capitalize my pronouns if you telling me to slow down then I think it’s time to go now

(D-Celli) This is the way I flow now

You’re dealing with the best rapper getting better

If rapping was a sport I’d have a Varsity Letter

A Heisman in rhyming. the Mike Tyson of writing

Smarten up; I thought I told you don’t fight it

[Hook: D-Celli x2]

[Verse 3: D-Celli]

D-Celli flipping, like I defy physic; your bitch is-

Like my landing- I stick it

In other words I handle my business, for instance around Christmas I be copping consistent

(Yeah) Back to the bitch that you be begging for head more

She ain’t my chick, but if I ask then get more

Beat her to the beat that they banging from next door

Then I fuck her watching TV, toes curl by the headboard. (Uh)

I got the essential existential credentials, your differential is unfulfilled potential, you’re too prudential

This ain’t my best it’s what reality gets you

Pen to my book, like I’m hooked on Ebonics

Hooked on The Chronic. I’m getting spins like super Sonics

The world is mine, I’m eating off plate tonics. Follow my logic-

I generate Genesis for the hell of it

D-Celli run Connecticut

How’s that for Relevant?