Cake, Uncut
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Watch the f*ck out! Squad deep, might run right through ya They're jackrabbits pero somos las tortugas Big cats gunning out for the hogs Shouting "Ooga-booga-booga!" to ya Cowardly Dogs Great googa mooga! It's like we zoomed straight into the future It's a lot to take in, I know it's not what the brain's used to It takes two to make communication happen So we roll three deep and don't associate with wackness Respect for the music and culture and the craft is Why we're back in action only after ample practice, bet Really though, rap is riding a bike Never forget to come correct every time we touch the mic In effect is the funk every time we make you feel it Tear the roof off the sucka' every time we're in the building Expect nothing less than the illest shit from our affiliates Proper Channels chillin' from 2012 'til the infinite, let's go Bosses getting wrecked in the speed run Next level, better than you've ever fucking seen Do my fucking thing Each and every season Brand new Exclusive Never any re-runs The lab back in my room for a reason Get to work, make beats while I'm sleeping Stash so many, I'm forgetting where I keep em' Hard drives hidden in a lake in the deep end Samples stashed, hidden in the base One-hits on two discs I hid up in a safe Three places I keep secret crates Loop 'em' grimy, 4K sample-rate Truncate you punk fakes Pump fake and dunk, chumps I'll end your dumb game F*ck a name, f*ck a front page Doing it for fun, I don't even want fame Talk shit a bit, keep the sword sharp Y'all rhymes sound like you wrote 'em in Word Art Back to the drawing board Everything you do looks like something I saw before We keep it fresh, never frozen or refrigerated Hot out the pot, aroma so invigorating Mot got the proper dishes for your dinner waiting Plot mixed in with a little twist of innovation On point at your head like a red one Dot that, cop more head from your step mom Ass from your stepdad, your aunt better step back F*ck your family tree and clean my dick with a wet nap Y'all want the raw? One bar, you'll regret that Kill the 8 ball and the beat like a setback Sober ain't by luck, keep your clovers and your horseshoes They say do the work, I fake it like a cartoon Tattooed like it's war wounds Wayne's still the goat, I ain't sorry and it's f*ck you You think I changed like the channel? I'm a star dude Y'all seeing the past, need a map in your car Goons got the gar rolled and I pass like a class Or it's dropped like your pants when I'm chasing that ass Using spit for the lube because it's hot and it's slimy, it's tasteless and rude This ain't his style. Who's he copying No body baby I just finally found my confidence Coming for your neck, and the check like his gut This is from the next tape call it Cake, Uncut
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Written by: Andrew Rauch, Joel Ruhlman, Tyler O'Brien
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