Fallout
Celph Titled Lyrics


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(Chorus: Dutchmassive)

Don’t ever push yourself against’ the wall
Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw
And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw
(Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)

(Verse 1: Celph Titled)

(Yo, who the fuck are you?)

Don Juan steeze be razor splitting you
Rubix Cuban unsolvable, the high tech arsenals
Shiny metal things spit something horrible
Vocal arrangements inaudible
Pistol whip you
Mandatory, not option, what you stupid?
My clique consists of dirty dogs, and Cuban mafia children
Plastic explosive play dough the money is mine if I say so
Ain’t no thing in this universe that could ever be my match
Celph Titled without fly raps is like Slick Rick without an eye patch
Now how you like that?
Yup, my recipes dope I’m used to the game like Jeopardy under the oath
And lethal like white boys in trench coats
Straight up and down I’m serving niggas with 16 bar sentences
My spoken word is contagious and cancerous
I cancel kids like answering messages left by solicitation receptionists
Like my man Dutchmassive, we aggressively repping shit
(Ain’t no question kid)
Lurking in the everglades
While you at home watching cartoons
I’ll be sitting on the dock of the bay, with a harpoon

(Chorus: Dutchmassive)

Don’t ever push yourself against’ the wall
Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw
And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw
(Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)

Don’t ever push yourself against’ the wall
Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw
And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw
(Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)

(Verse 2: Walkman)
And pissed off the wrong one
Hand break my pencil piece when I write this
A head storm shatter skulls
Speaking of blood sport, splatter over all pearly white
Fresh contest blazing adrenaline behaving rude and absurd
While the out of states criticize from the outside viewing
In observing and stressing us, the tropics
Fuck all you corn hole fuckers with no logic
Brining the heat, scorching your bare feet
Sprinting butt naked, long distance
Decking moving objects, direct shots but beaming optics
And that’s the instincts of a natural at time
If you ain’t heard right, I split bricks, strictly certified blaze shit

Light speed I’m sonically inclined with godly insight
Niggas get blow to bits like megabytes
Can’t fuck with this, alright
Storm dash trooper, the cybernetic intelligence
The 5th element regiment, crush your residence into sediments
Encrypted flows with the centrifugal dialect
The Puerto Rican cybernetic one
Authentic while you synthetic son
I hold down the galaxy with unanimous connections
Quantum physics expert ripping holes right through your guess shirt
The seven squadron dynasty get down and dirty violently
Walkmen and freestyles with the emcee seeking missles
Atomically stay blazing accurately bout to black out of this
Is Tampa’s side of things and that’s what 8-1-3’s about

(Chorus: Dutchmassive)

Don’t ever push yourself against’ the wall
Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw
And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw
(Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)

Don’t ever push yourself against’ the wall
Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw
And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw
(Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)


(Verse 3: Dutchmassive)

Yo, I sense anger, how you going to diss a total stranger
Talk about my records, I’m a have to rearrange you
Feel this laser, you’re not who you pretend to be
Knock off your identity and aim for longevity
Fuck your concepts, I can do without your comments
The liveliest player on a catcher burning comet
You make me vomit, sick of all your trends
If I break all keyboards before tracks the wackness ends
Constantly stay blazing, F-L-A is dumb hot
No glocks baby boy, I’ll smash your jaw with a cinder block
Hard knock not, I’m just a little anti-social
We word wide, while y’all still think we local
My name is Dutchmassive, remember that shit
I’m killing kids, girls that diss me, get the di-dick




Only got a few close friends and that’s way too much
Cause soon they all jock us when we blow the fuck up

Overall Meaning

The song "Fallout" by Celph Titled featuring Dutchmassive and Walkman is a hardcore piece of work that warns against the dangers of messing with any member of their gang. The chorus by Dutchmassive warns listeners not to push themselves against the wall, as this will only lead to violence. He emphasizes the need for protecting every member of the crew, and he warns that any person messing with one kid is essentially messing with all of them. Celph Titled's verse is filled with violent imagery, which he uses to describe the members of his crew. He talks about his arsenal of weapons, his vocal arrangements and 16 bar sentences, which are lethal like white boys in trench coats. His spoken word is contagious and cancerous, and he cancels kids like answering messages left by solicitation receptionists. Meanwhile, Walkman raps about his instincts as a natural, the Puerto Rican cybernetic one, who holds down the galaxy with unanimous connections. He uses Encrypted flows with the centrifugal dialect to crush your residence into sediments.


"Fallout" has several interesting facts that include Celph Titled starting his rap verse with "Yo, who the fuck are you?" to represent his aggressive nature. Another fact is that Dutchmassive emphasizes the need for protecting every member of their gang by stating that if anyone messes with one kid, he/she is essentially messing with all of them. Another interesting fact is that Walkman speaks about being the Puerto Rican cybernetic one, who holds down the galaxy with unanimous connections. It is interesting to note that Celph Titled compares himself without fly raps to Slick Rick without an eye patch. The song also uses violent imagery to describe the group's arsenal of weapons, with Celph Titled describing his as high tech, and Walkman's being cybernetic.


The chords for "Fallout" by Celph Titled featuring Dutchmassive and Walkman are not available as it is a rap song, not a musical composition.


Line by Line Meaning

Don’t ever push yourself against’ the wall
Don't ever corner yourself in a situation where you have no options


Cause everybody at a time knows it gets raw
Everyone experiences tough times at some point


And if you step, we’re going to shatter your jaw
If you provoke us, we will violently retaliate


(Cause if your fucking with one kid, yo, you’re fucking with ‘em all)
If you mess with one person in our group, you are messing with all of us


(Yo, who the fuck are you?)
Who are you to come and confront us?


Don Juan steeze be razor splitting you
I have a sharp and stylish persona that can cut through anything


Rubix Cuban unsolvable, the high tech arsenals
My crew is like a complex and unsolvable puzzle, armed with advanced weapons


Shiny metal things spit something horrible
Our weapons are deadly and destructive


Vocal arrangements inaudible
My intense rapping style can be hard to understand


Pistol whip you
I will hit you with the butt of my gun


Mandatory, not option, what you stupid?
It is required that you comply, you idiot


My clique consists of dirty dogs, and Cuban mafia children
My crew includes tough and aggressive members with Cuban roots


Plastic explosive play dough the money is mine if I say so
I have control over a large amount of money and explosive devices


Ain’t no thing in this universe that could ever be my match
There is nothing in the world that can compete with me


Celph Titled without fly raps is like Slick Rick without an eye patch
I need my clever rhymes to stand out, like Slick Rick's iconic accessory


Now how you like that?
What do you think of that?


Yup, my recipes dope I’m used to the game like Jeopardy under the oath
My rap skills are excellent, and I am experienced and confident


And lethal like white boys in trench coats
I am just as dangerous as the stereotype of a violent white person in a trench coat


Straight up and down I’m serving niggas with 16 bar sentences
I am dominating the rap game with my 16 bar verses


My spoken word is contagious and cancerous
My raps are powerful and can spread like a disease


I cancel kids like answering messages left by solicitation receptionists
I ignore and dismiss people like telemarketers trying to sell me something


Like my man Dutchmassive, we aggressively repping shit
My friend Dutchmassive and I are boldly representing our rap music and crew


(Ain’t no question kid)
(No doubt about it)


Lurking in the everglades
I am hiding and waiting in the dangerous swamplands


While you at home watching cartoons
While you are relaxing and being entertained


I’ll be sitting on the dock of the bay, with a harpoon
I will be resting by the ocean, armed and ready for action


And pissed off the wrong one
You have angered the wrong person


Hand break my pencil piece when I write this
I am aggressively writing rhymes and breaking my pencils


A head storm shatter skulls
I am causing destruction and chaos


Speaking of blood sport, splatter over all pearly white
I am causing so much violence and bloodshed that it is staining the teeth of my victims


Fresh contest blazing adrenaline behaving rude and absurd
I am engaging in reckless and dangerous behavior with excitement and aggression


While the out of states criticize from the outside viewing
People from other states criticize us from a distance


In observing and stressing us, the tropics
They are watching us closely and causing stress in our tropical environment


Fuck all you corn hole fuckers with no logic
I have no respect for people who are foolish and irrational


Brining the heat, scorching your bare feet
I am causing intense damage and pain


Sprinting butt naked, long distance
I am running away from danger and exposing myself for freedom


Decking moving objects, direct shots but beaming optics
I am hitting targets accurately with precision and focus


And that’s the instincts of a natural at time
These are the instincts of someone who is naturally skilled


If you ain’t heard right, I split bricks, strictly certified blaze shit
If you haven't seen me in action, I can break bricks and cause destructive fires


Light speed I’m sonically inclined with godly insight
I am able to rap at amazing speeds and have divine knowledge


Niggas get blow to bits like megabytes
People are getting killed and destroyed like digital files


Can’t fuck with this, alright
You cannot compete with me


Storm dash trooper, the cybernetic intelligence
I am like a futuristic soldier with advanced technology and intelligence


The 5th element regiment, crush your residence into sediments
My crew is like a powerful military force that can destroy your home


Encrypted flows with the centrifugal dialect
My rhymes are complex and encoded with a unique style


The Puerto Rican cybernetic one
I am Puerto Rican and have advanced technology


Authentic while you synthetic son
I am real and true while you are fake and artificial


I hold down the galaxy with unanimous connections
I am in control of everything with unanimous support


Quantum physics expert ripping holes right through your guess shirt
I am so powerful that I can create holes in your clothes with my knowledge of quantum physics


The seven squadron dynasty get down and dirty violently
My crew is like a powerful dynasty that is willing to fight and be brutal


Walkmen and freestyles with the emcee seeking missles
I am dominating the rap game with my skilled freestyle rap


Atomically stay blazing accurately bout to black out of this
I am causing extreme damage and destruction


Is Tampa’s side of things and that’s what 8-1-3’s about
I am representing Tampa and showcasing its unique style in the rap game


Yo, I sense anger, how you going to diss a total stranger
I can tell that you are angry, and it doesn't make sense to attack someone you don't even know


Talk about my records, I’m a have to rearrange you
If you insult my music, I will have to physically attack you


Feel this laser, you’re not who you pretend to be
I can see through your fake persona


Knock off your identity and aim for longevity
I will destroy your reputation and strive to have long-lasting success


Fuck your concepts, I can do without your comments
I don't care about your opinions or ideas


The liveliest player on a catcher burning comet
I am the most energetic and lively person on a burning comet


You make me vomit, sick of all your trends
You disgust me with your tendencies and trends


If I break all keyboards before tracks the wackness ends
I will destroy any equipment that produces poor quality music


Constantly stay blazing, F-L-A is dumb hot
I am always on fire, and Florida is a hot place to be


No glocks baby boy, I’ll smash your jaw with a cinder block
I don't need a gun, I will use a cinder block to hurt you


Hard knock not, I’m just a little anti-social
My personality can be difficult and I may prefer being alone


We word wide, while y’all still think we local
We are known and respected worldwide, while some people still think we are only local


My name is Dutchmassive, remember that shit
My name is important and memorable


I’m killing kids, girls that diss me, get the di-dick
I am hurting and attacking people who disrespect me


Only got a few close friends and that’s way too much
I don't have a lot of friends and I think even that is too much


Cause soon they all jock us when we blow the fuck up
Once we become very successful, everyone will start supporting us




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