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Cella Dwellas

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Cella Dwellas was released on March 26, 1996 by RCA Records Label as a part of the album Realms 'n' Reality

Song Details

AlbumRealms 'n' Reality

Release DateMarch 26, 1996

LabelRCA Records Label

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM85

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Cella Dwellas

Performer

DJ Slice

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Alando Outlaw

Composer

Christopher Gerald

Christopher Gerald

Composer

Nicholas Loizides

Nicholas Loizides

Composer

D. Smith

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Cella Dwellas

Mixing Engineer

Nick Wiz

Producer

Troy Hightower

Engineer

Tom Coyne

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, shooting within a gem, I send signals to a friend

But the doors of perception is my extension cord to my dimension

Water spirits, give it some time (Time), time (Time)

I’ll redesign the Universe, architectural maps in my purse

Give me a basic idea, see a (What?)

Black Horizon, the tree a moon rising

I sing songs of tragedy

Goblin tell me majesty with no sympathy sensed

Went against all odds, against gods

Traded souls like baseball cards—hey!

Odds, evens, shoot, choose me

Finger split like strobe lights, the whole night goes by

I feel more pain in my navel

Binary, I’m able to understand the periodic table

Metallic cables attach me, somebody catch me

An itchy rich man laughs, so I graph the equation

Amazing Stories stay in my mind

See? I represent Realm 3

The resurrection, rebirth, Realm 3, Heaven and Earth

Scenery dungeon, fog like in London

Welcome to a time of no hydraulic kits

No politics, no democracy, a Space Odyssey

3001, no more automatic guns

Just laser ones, I’ll be throwing planets and suns

From beneath the Cella comes the original

Dwella with an X amount of styles, mad like the X-Files

Call me the six-foot-three Tall Man Phantasm

Sending chills down spines for back spasms

Orgasms all in your mind

I’m F-ing with your head, it’s a sign of the times

I’ve seen John Coltrane on a cold train, dying from the flu, playing the sax

With his last breath, he said, “Use this on your tracks.”

I’ll inject streams of dreams like The Professor from the X-Men

And buddha-bless when I’m hexin'

So listen at night for my call of the wild

The Sun, the Moon, the star, the birth, the child

Open up your eyes and tell me what you see

The Cella Dwellas! The Cella Dwellas!

Phantasm and the U.G

The Cella Dwellas! The Cella Dwellas!

The Cella beneath the ground is where I Dwell and cast my spell

Too much mimosine, I hallucinate

And see the big church and bells ringing, angels singing “Glory, Hallelujah"

And peace to those kids from the sewer

I chew a pancreas and put the rest in gym lockers

I’m ill like my clique’s The Tommyknockers

BluBlockers protect you from my ultraviolet eyes

When I cries, a whole civilization dies

Flies eat the flesh as I rip off the skull

When I throw lyrics and sharp objects like Krull

You’re trapped in my prism, and that’s the realism

Kneel not to Zod but Phantasm the God

I can snatch souls in one-third of a sec

Spiritually rape women from a physical peck

Hypnotizing minds when I spit enzymes

The wind chimes, killing foes by flicking hollow-tipped dimes

I’m's the best—don’t test this Dwella

Phan-(Phan)-tasm-(tasm), Cella (Cella) Dwella (Dwella)

I’m been thrown into an unknown mathematics

Induces fabrics to interweave

Diseased minds hunt, Sun shines on seashores

I cause and effect, I suspect, bitten by insects

Get some good, get turned to wood

Go back to your hood, it should

Recreate alpha particles according to Article 6

Of my textbook of tactics, I must practice

Survival, reliable on multi-personalities that switch

From one to another to dead your weights

Preachers made to mutate, children infinite through flights

Operating, pulling good pranks, you hear the squeaking of floor planks

In the back, I trap butterflies in my palm (Palm)

The magic potion calms, turns off alarms

In my body, inside me, where the IV’s

Absorbed, but, Lord, can’t afford mistakes

Headaches punish me for my actions

I age slowly in fractions

Losing traction and slipping through times

When I rhyme, my tongue bends back like a spine—hah!

Open up your eyes and tell me what you see

The Cella Dwellas! The Cella Dwellas!

Phantasm and the U.G

The Cella Dwellas! The Cella Dwellas!

Open up your eyes and tell me what you see

The Cella Dwellas! The Cella Dwellas!

Phantasm and the U.G

The Cella Dwellas! The Cella Dwellas!

Written by: Alando Outlaw, Christopher Gerald, D. Smith, Nicholas Loizides

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