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No Cap Zone

Written By: Jason D Gaston pseudonym SO-LAR

Produced By: Jason Taylor pseudonym Bobby Dallas


Intro welcome to the CCE airlines this

calling your bluff when I walk in the room 
That Ace and the spade is lit, ka boom! 
Just ran up the table y'all bunches of fools. 
I'm higher than high,

Now was it certain shit I did 
Got these voices in my head 
I know niggas want me dead
Tell em catch us if they can 
Keep a pistol by my bed 
Murder

complacent pride
With greater wise realization
My creation isn't aimless
I was stationed by the maker
Tried escaping sly remain confined
By wings of God, I

lighter
I’m jus tryna get higher
Jus lit me a wood
On my way to the hood
Pulling up to da block
I’m jus seeing wats good
Niggas must of forgot
& I’m wishing

Yeah
Ouh yeah
Aye ehh
Ayeehe
Yeaaah


Yea this some new shit but you know that we're still gone talk bout money (Still gone talk bout money)
And by

side waiting
Life, I done lost lotta sleep to these dreams We gon get it one day by all means Brodie whippin' that, yeah he serve to the fiends
He ain't

body marble, sculpted by Donatello
You better bulk up, your body Jell-O
I'm shaped like a clip-art cloud
And when I lift, I growl and bellow

You're

Beats by Malice

Four hammers in the back
Yeah, I brought out the ten
And the four in the patio
Fifteen when I met that twelve
Money spent well

gettin' fatter, bruh
Pull up in a Maxima
Turned up to the maximum
We in here layin' tracks again
This here was designed
And it wasn't by no accident
Like

Hand That Rocks the Cradle

The Dayton Family

F.B.I.

1996

and hit em up, I done lit em up, shaked and jacked em for drugs
Shoestring's a killa on the for reala, I'll front you a O and a half
Turn around and set

No truth
Rappin' 'bout drugs they never do
Pain they never knew
War scenes witnessed by very few
Cigarette buds
Placed in puddle mud
Ambient light 
Lit

consumed by the eternal
Flames of the sacred fire of Ahura Mazda
Within the temples of Zoroastria
Where I met four Sumerian Priests
And Killah Priest from

you're musical
People hungry for them green rectangles
Eyes lit cuz the pyramids mangled
Cash don't buy happiness I'm happy less
Unless I'm rappin' from my

Seconds at buffets
I rise above concrete claims
And billboard chains
It sit so lame I spit propane lit with flame
I feel the pressure pumping pistons
In my

I can drown in all my feelins inside, we all lit
Ha, dustin off the chronic ash and blast
Caught up in a mash of cash, we want it fast
I'm slippin,

over
Zonder deeg ik had brood nodig
Ik drive by op de vaste tijd stip
Binnen zestig seconden
Als ik die minuut zie ga down want de tijd tikt
Liever saaf

Been a whole year, Dubskii in a spliff
(Oh, yeah)
Asked 'em, how many Vatos got hit?
Deli, Breezo, Bito, Sitch
Why you claim I got beat by a blick?

gauge, nearly blew out his brain
Shotgun Shane, man's name for a reason
Creepin', side by side gon' greet him
Look at him peepin', try Grim Reap him

my life by the quarter a mile
I remember how it was at the start
I would never stop 'til I made you smile
And now that it's not my job
I'm tryna

u pretend 
Ain’t tryna wait til the weekend 
It start by the day we gone spin in the evening
Kno ya type u gone run in the precinct 
They Shootin

Huh! She roll around with me, I'm stupid dumb
Lit off my ass, she get mad, that make two of us
I throw another shot back like I'm MJ with the super

The way I feel will impale it while I'm pale lit
Rain and hail is falling the same way
My brain is the same way my pain is
His crimes are heinous all

in the mighty man
Oh yes he's strong you're distracted by his physical strength

Lights please lights please
Somebody get the switch I'm in