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So grab a hold of your seats while I open your mind
And take you back to when I dropped down from heaven
And I came out my moms and had a mic as my
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
demos tryin' to
get a sniff of airplay
And no way or now how, can you do what we done for the streets of
AZ (AZ!)
Ask us if we fell off, hell no we just
a cruel morn
What a demo if tomorrow's New York
And this is fresh out the
Dimensions of your record collection
Between the AC and Acadely sections
Any
Since there's been a lot of open letters
Going around in this country
So I thought I must also write mine
Talk it out, you know
So sit back, relax
(Juice)
Sometimes tha illest cats don't get record deals (laugh)
Sometimes the illest cats roam the streets?.
Underground legends
Cats you never
Stay out the way with them cameras
"I just seen Baby pull up in a Phantom
Almost hit me, nigga hopped out with a thick bitch (yeah)
Must be from
of fame
Focused and built a famous hall
You loosers left your hall of fame
To get the fame out of my hall
I drew attention got dead tired and rose
to get up and beat my heart
Modeliste: What's something on your bucket
List that you would
Love to accomplish in the next five years?
MGK: On my "fuck
And shoot me twenty-five times in the same spot (ow!)
I think I got a generation brainwashed
To pop pills and smoke pot 'til they brains rot (uh-oh)
Stop
and the soubrette (o, fortunata)
Entwined in love's duet
Although he may demur (non ancor, abbandonata)
He must have been with her
You'd never get away
With all
out quickly
Did you forget the God we serve is not weak
He split the sea!
So let Your servant get at'em
Those weapons don't matter
This is the LORD's
a honeymoon for the summer tryna
Get a six pack for it
Say I won't catch 'Crae slippin' in
The studio at like 3 AM
Autograph that fo'head with a Sharpie
Pen
laugh 'cause y'all pushin' a lot of swag
I'm pushin' this big ole Hearse, don't get body bagged
Royce Da 5'9", Detroit, gah
These new rappers be
fire-escape
Ten stories high
Land on a hmo
Kill the chauffer then skirt off bumpm my new demo
My life's on lease
Get a piece of your gandneece and tell her my
the door
She, couldn't believe what she see on the floor
Some size five trainers, raging
Tears in her eyes, but it's cool 'cause they must be
the father
My melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade
5 seconds before you get played
You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up
Ever see a sucker
Hey yo must not sleep
I bash the bracket open and breach
The priority's bleached since that seventy-six umbilical severed
Majority's cordially
do the math on $5.15 an hour full time after taxes
That wasn't good enough to keep my MO
Shit that wasn't good enough to complete my demo, for real
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
dissing, saying that I can't handle
I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle
Go head up punk, or sell out, I know you must've
Heard the word, new
heart is harder than that
So restart at the back
N make ya way up the front
By the time ya get there
They aint giving out nun
So now im late
See my hood straight thugged out
You in my hood slippin, nigga you get drugged out
Ya body layin there, but ya spirit is shoved out
On V.L., it's hell
the shit
But i dont let loose
Cause the more it gets further by how you can move,
The more tire to fix
I am the type of a dude
That can lighten your mood
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