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Mad World
03:03
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Yo!
Welcome to the new ‘93
My crew ride the beats like Dukes ride the streets in the General Lee
It’s a mad world boss hog generally
We just hope this hip hop cause gentle relief
JustMe:
Give me an A plus For my featured lines on these beats and rhymes
No one confuses these days for no easy times
Complicated misinformation, the greedy kind
Regardless of the hard ish we need to grind
Gears for years and Tears for Fears
Laughs for gaffs but cheers for peers
Get outta here with them jeers for queers
What we don’t tolerate is hate and that’s clear
So, I hold my faith with my hands wide open
Cause That way I can give or receive
If you hold yours with a tight fist grip
Then I have to question what you really believe
We here to share and compare
Scribbling Idiots, we on a new tear
It’s a mad world. To be glad is rare
JustMe and CAS so dope it ain’t fair
Welcome to the new ‘93
My crew ride the beats like Dukes ride the streets in the General Lee
It’s a mad world boss hog generally
We just hope this hip hop cause gentle relief
Cas Metah:
Put the phone down and tune in to this new ish
This music for old souls who grew with the movement
A truant school kid when a new tape dropped
On Tuesdays I would race down to the tape shop
A fools pace never
always been abnormal
Got cool with the owner
started making special orders
Had about a quarter of what was in The Source
some of it was high quality and some poor
It sure was nice when the only life struggle came in contact with came on compact disc
Nowadays I got bills and a lot less friends that I spend time with
‘cause I’m busy grinding
for my wife and my pets
No don’t have kids but bet
got enough debt ‘tween the meals and the vet
‘Tween you and I
‘tween all the stress
writing’s therapy like air I breathe in my chest
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Uh huh
Nothing but sweethearts all around
Beautiful women
All different shades, colors and ethnics and groups
Uh huh
Looking so lovely and gorgeous
Always done up
You the reason that the sun come up
Yeah
May I take time to say hi
State I appreciate the straight lines
But all them curves got all my nerve
Systems slow like sipping syrup
Stuck on stupid, must been Cupid
Delivering darts something like Wu did
My Madonna, get in the groove when
The curtains get pulled we turn the music to ten
You been a true gem through thick
Through thin by my side a true fit
Though when you switch moods it get clueless
So I’m always on my toes like new kicks
Keep me grounded though you my power cord
Yo let’s make this bread like sourdough
We can buy this house and boat
Nothing is impossible if no doubts involved
Set goals and let’s roll with it
Like waves in the ocean no limit
No black holes or throwback hoes
You the only one I’m on this is grown business
You're irreplaceable art school traceable
Watch the grades you pull ooooh ooh
No scale capable ain't no rating you
Need one more taste of you ooooh ooh
Ahhh ahhh ahh
You spent the night and it changed our lives
If I could do it twice I would pay the price
Irreplaceable
Irreplaceable
Queen you looking gorgeous
Knock me off my feet when you walking by my office
I step cautious
I don't want to hog shit
Try to knock you up or none of that dog shit
Peace Queen, my name is Dad Wu
I don't know you but I always see you coming through
Took time out to tell you that you're beautiful
And could we do a lunch if it sound suitable?
If that's cool then tomorrow 12:02
Now everything set for the rendezvous
She gave me her math like my man Ron do
Pretty long hair her name Rapunzel
She cook curry shrimp and she love kung-fu
Good with the grind and her mind is strong too
She feeling me back now what I'm gonna do?
I don't want to tell her that I want you
But you can flaunt me while I flaunt you
Long as everything is real and we stay true
We don't got to stay together every day boo
When it's our time nothing could replace you
You're irreplaceable art school traceable
Watch the grades you pull ooooh ooh
No scale capable ain't no rating you
Need one more taste of you ooooh ooh
Ahhh ahhh ahh
You spent the night and it changed our lives
If I could do it twice I would pay the price
Irreplaceable
Irreplaceable
Yo I ain’t woofing Queen I see you looking mean
You knew me back in the day before I shook the scene
But now you cook and clean plus you making cream
To reconnect with you is something out a dream
What are the chances, boo? Me running into you
When you’ve been feeling blue And I’ve been reeling too
So if you have the time maybe you drop a line
Discuss your frustrations I can tell you mine
Like people change but some things don’t
And ain’t it strange how what should won’t
Or the little things like favorite jams
Favorite movies or favorite bands
I know I’m being forward I’m taking a chance
But do you think of me when you’re making your plans
The more I ruminate and we communicate
We find that no longer could this union wait
You're irreplaceable art school traceable
Watch the grades you pull ooooh ooh
No scale capable ain't no rating you
Need one more taste of you ooooh ooh
Ahhh ahhh ahh
You spent the night and it changed our lives
If I could do it twice I would pay the price yeah
Irreplaceable
Irreplaceable
Irreplaceable
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Verse 1: JustMe This one’s for Vegas, Jahaz, the gods bang this
Blast off, the mask off we not strangers
And no amount of scripted doubt could change this
In a world full of lies love is dangerous
So, soldiers please hold and squeeze
Pray with eyes open fuck folding knees
Defund police, yeah, don’t at me
Jake from state harm in black, blue and khaki Facts B!
That’s exactly why I do this
On the ides of March I’m a play Brutus
When the skies are dark I do unto Judas
Oh, I mean Julius Caesar, don’t let him fool yas
The anti-empire scan and enquire
Ran through bent wire plant and then fire
Scram but then sire fam but when tired
Man may expire the damned ascend higher
Scratch hook:
Kicks and the snares might give ya whiplash
Get yo foot up off the gas
You could say I'm swift when it comes to mine
So put the match to the roof and set this bitch on fire
Verse 2: Cas Metah
Ya messing with the best there is
Metah move state to state like western winds
Respect the gift ‘fore you left dead in the street
With a droop to ya jaw like a Pelicans beak
With little to small effort I’m killing this raw record
Call the Paul bearer I’m burying y’all next to
The rest of the debts I settled, vets I wetted
Check my weapon still SI repping
Fully loaded holsters pulling out the toasters
Gotta have a good spread like my toast does
Told ya '04 told ya '08
It’s the new ‘93 sorry we so late
But, the wait (weight) is over like an obese child
Look like a scene from Blow ya see the dope we pile
Our wordplay visual, murder case with syllables
This is what you get when a hurricane spit at you
Scratch hook:
Kicks and the snares might give ya whiplash
Get yo foot up off the gas
You could say I'm swift when it comes to mine
So put the match to the roof and set this bitch on fire
Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi
Yo, duel seats in a Lexus, styles is ambidextrous
Testosterone full blown but not a sexist
Ride 'til my exodus, spit with a death wish
Mics I transform on them foul until I'm breathless
Let's get into my history
My story not a mystery, cross breeds produce the illest seeds
Rappers be killing me with they false imagery
Delete them from the YouTube page hit them with penalties
I got the remedies and cures for the bullshit
Blow louder than four fifths when they spit
But that's the basics, I regulate this
Escape the law like Frank Mathews with a face lift
Aim guns at the Pope and stick the Vatican
Rock the game to sleep overdose on Ambien's
Aim guns at the Pope and stick the Vatican
Rock the game to sleep overdose on Ambien's
Scratch hook:
Kicks and the snares might give ya whiplash
Get yo foot up off the gas
You could say I'm swift when it comes to mine
So put the match to the roof and set this bitch on fire
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Let's go!
Verse 1: JustMe
We make waves kinda like the high winds
Across the sea like you do with your eye lens
jump on the tip if your a thing that’s vibrant
And bump all the hits to silence the violence
I sense a lot y’all don’t know that I spent
A lifetime of lyrics underground and gotten
Nothing but a sneer and a pound from top ten
Of all time at moving crowds like Rakim
Talkin waves like Rodney-O & Joe Cooley
Everlasting bass on crank yours truly
In 1988 with a date named Julie
Waving while parading in the back of a dually
(Come on)
No expensive rides for the prince of tides
Just extensive rhyme books with offensive lines
So you can catch a new wave like simple minds
Don’t you forget about me when you listen I
Hook:
Make waves, yeah we make waves
never gonna fade, never fin’ to age
timeless every time we hit a stage
No not signed, not slaves
But we make waves, yeah yeah we make waves
never gonna fade, never fin’ to age
timeless every time we hit a stage
hands paint a stairway to heaven
Jimmy Page
Verse 2: Planet Asia
I molotov mics in the night with the energy to cause a street fight
Knuckle up baby buckle up it's dangerous
On the ave. they flaming guns slanging crumbs
Hennessy and Jameson
The eyes of the jungle bloodshot
The disgruntled smirk of a crook posing for the pic in his first mugshot
My seven and a half is working oh that's for certain
We in the lab cooking and juking until it's closed curtains
I'm busting shots at the serpent for a purpose
The seven stars represent the seven churches
Watch what you worship don't miss the revelations
You'll be caught up like the listeners still caught up on my first shit
Assassin with the blade catch a niggas fade
It's a rapture on the stage when you capture these grenades
You'll be a fossil once they really understand the gospel
El Chapo with chopped cheese in the taco
Hook:
Make waves, yeah we make waves
never gonna fade, never fin’ to age
timeless every time we hit a stage
No not signed, not slaves
But we make waves, yeah yeah we make waves
never gonna fade, never fin’ to age
timeless every time we hit a stage
hands paint a stairway to heaven
Jimmy Page
Verse 3: Cas Metah
I make wavs like audio
Waves like stadiums “sniff”
That stanks not body odor take it in
Crank this bang it at ten
I’m gon show you how to body the rhyme
I bend time like doc and McFly
Point blank like a shank in the pen
aiming for a vein on a limb
when I cut through this current day trend
we are currently in
This verse the tip of the iceberg
the surf in the wind
The murderers gift was surgically placed
Burner on the hip burner on the waist
Enemies thicken when temperatures raise
Mini me minions aren’t in a big race
They enter your space with fear that you holding
Ulterior motives are tears in the ocean
Clearly I’m dope and clearly I’m chosen
Opinions are ass holes and everyone owns one
Hook:
Make waves, yeah we make waves
never gonna fade, never fin’ to age
timeless every time we hit a stage
No not signed, not slaves
But we make waves, yeah yeah we make waves
never gonna fade, never fin’ to age
timeless every time we hit a stage
hands paint a stairway to heaven
Jimmy Page
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Part Time
02:53
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Intro:
The beach is nice but I’m alright with pool side
Verse Cas Metah:
Yeah I’m Still Rappin’ like Haiku D’état
Who’d of thought?
Screw the charts I’m a superstar
Pulling strings like I play two guitar
Just a fool for art cool or not
My moola knot gotta be major (whys that)
‘Cause the homie Lefty Grove told me
“get ya weight up”
Straight up you want work better have my paper
A grown man like Metah won’t ever be Bankrupt
I let ‘em live but you know if the mood right
This nocturnal predator will dead ‘em under moonlight
And I don’t do it full time had to find a smooth grind
Something to provide when the music do die
Til the season ends I’m Still breathing
Still eating and still feeding
Keeping the real reason for real emceeing alive
Even if I only am part time
Hook:
We part-time happy
Part-time sad
Full-time Hustlers
Part-time mad
We all-time greats
When it come to the rap
“You wanna hit?
Give me an hour
Plus a pen and a pad!”
Verse JustMe:
When you multitalented it comes down to balancing
The opps and the challenges coming your way
Responsibilities
Commitment, utilities require agility to earn and to pay
But my verbal display is only one facet
Shoot like Butch Cassidy, never flaccid
Ha! Who you asking? I done all the things
Been all the places. Won all the rings?
Maybe not! But all these memories that I got
Of daps and hand claps from the places I rocked
And never not had a knot. You know, eggs and baskets
Death and taxes. Dope beats in caskets
I made movies and wrote them scripts
I volunteered and coached up kids
I helped build homes for those on wick
Just imagine if the only thing I did was spit
Hook:
We part-time happy
Part-time sad
Full-time Hustlers
Part-time mad
We all-time greats
When it come to the rap
“You wanna hit?
Give me an hour
Plus a pen and a pad!”
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Aceyalone:
It go a life for a life. Could be a slice with a knife
Or a blade to your belly. Cut you nice and precise
I can chop your body in half
Rock your body mass! Bring a body bag
Everything I learned in karate class
Praying Mantis, Tai Chi, Roundhouse, Flying Knee
Five pressure points will finally make his soul fly free
Tiger Claw, Drunken Style, Black Ninja Thunder Cloud
Run a mile to take his head and leave his body underground
Punch hard, somewhat like a gun butt. Just one touch
Your young Chuck Norris against these nunchucks
Dumb luck samurai, Shogun with the battle cry
Behind the shadows I lie. The element of surprise
Mighty is the pen but let the sword defend 'til the end
Cutting through the wind swiftly
Time to face off. Rip your face off
Bamboo hands so gently put you to death
Take your last breath
JustMe:
Whether you practice Gung-Fu or study Sun Tzu
My blade will run through anyone it wants to
If you wish to one-two with your boy, Hajime
You better watch what you wish for like your father say
When the jitsu hits you in the collar, say
You'll be praying like the kids do at Mater Dei
Or Saint Johns. My blade calms
The violence into silence like I dropped napalm
You can call me Mr. Han. Drunken Master called me John
Once upon a time they called me Commander Lan
I'm Johnny Lawrence out in Torrance fighting Daniel-san
Wong Po in the Kill Zone kicking it with Don
Hakim played by Kareem in The Game of Death
Silver Fox with a million Glocks aiming at your chest
You can be from the north, south, east or the west
Say Hi to the bad guy that'll never rest. I'm
Cas Metah:
Something like a God they call him Godzilla
He tall and calls "timber" when the clock calls for dinner
The chop block got splinters from all the chops entered
Swinging from sun up to sun down summer to winter
The way his blade stays in place amazing grace
He frames the outline then erase without a trace
Trees tumble leaves crumble
Making paper taking oxygen inhale breath trouble
The carver could cut a butterfly from the larva
Precise with the slice might even be a charter
Might be ahead of his time decide he's bothered
And take his own life like a Samurai martyr
He ought to, but I don't think he got the heart to
Harm his own aorta so the plot thickens further
His fervor for murder made for the perfect killer
Soon as he went from ink quills to ninja blood spiller
Mouf Warren:
This money creature
steady hunting you bloody evils
for practically nothing
I’m slasher Pete point at your feet, and I’m running your sneakers
go ask someone my trees collapse your lungs
and I’ll smash your eardrums through these speakers with what I’m speaking,
then kick back count heads blow hash
im sonny Chiba
with the box cutter Lox lover son of the reaper,
stoned crook Lonewolf, coming to eat you whole like Kentucky Fried clones cooked my book of poems blessed by the teacher these dogs imagine loss in the oddest fashion to floss and have they Jewels ripped off by God assassin is so ironic. The title feature needs a caption like Haya Saki Su this ain’t the last Dragon
what I say could make the crime rate
raise thru out the tri state when I’m irate pushin fear tactics like I was Pai Mei
playin mind games as the times change put your brain in a whole different crime frame
golden mask the whole task stoned off the gas
Blast Mega:
This is black belt theater, the villain with the last laugh
Half-mast your flag my staff like hellz winds
Versus dragon hands no assistance from the rowing oar
Cobra clutching snake rappers is what they know me for
The only sword, left swinging when the battle ends
Singing battle hymns for angelic wars and strategems
Stragetized, strategic bleeding abdomens
Theowing knives, guillotines fly when I grab the pen
I slash the skin swiftly just past the chin, above your shoulders hold your breath try'na catch the wind
With praying hands, blunted mantis stance blowing headband like the Number 2 versus The Empty 7 Clan
Assasin, my passion for the kill is only matchedn by will to survive
I'm fortified with a 5 Point Palm attached to Golden Arms
writing Psalms with an Opium pen stuck in your skin
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No Rights Left
02:31
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Verse JustMe:
They say it’s better not to judge. I’ll be the judge of that
Sometimes a liar tells the truth as if it was fact
Beauty is wasted on the youth, look what they done with that
You can’t play the game to lose and try to run it back
The mind of SCOTUS listening to flying lotus
I right the wrongs that write the songs about the dying soldiers
Go cry to voters! No page could be the cage to hold us
Your rights left when they rewrote your leftovers
It’s not fake but your hot take was reheated
If you ain’t running on E then you defeated
The new balance is no balance. Believe it
They work that ass 'til the working class is beleaguered
TV is the platform for deceivers
That or your preferred mode of media
Some claim to be for what was before
We the people but the people ain’t what we for
Hook:
What if right was left?
Take ten paces and draw your breath
I looked at your life and I saw your death
Now read left to right til there’s no writes left
Verse Cas Metah:
There's no moral compass or respect for the elders
They hold celeb opinions over actual experts
They take courses online to exit the lectures
'Cause the less interaction the better the meds work
My head hurts when I'm contemplating the brainwashed
Like I'm being operated on with a chainsaw
Led bursts from the A-Rs' and it ain't all gang culture
Some are still sticking up bank vaults
Play smart they don't have laws in these parts dear
You could walk free or leave traced in a chalk smear
This the type of spot only God fear God here
Avoid eye contact at all cost y'all clear?
Fellas been felonious before the term "felons"
Thinking they the first rebels never heard of the Zealots
The world turns in cycles a cyclone direction
Depth comes in measures best check your perception
Hook:
What if right was left?
Take ten paces and draw your breath
I looked at your life and I saw your death
Now read left to right til there’s no writes left
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Verse 1: Aztek The Barfly
Ayo it's easy, set sail breathe it in deeply
Exhale rest well chief in the tipi
Nevermind the net sale speak when you see me
How you find the meaning like reading graffiti
Listen when the fortune is told
Better know what's on your plate before life grants a fork in the road
Plant seeds or get plowed, I'm smiling high flying on this cloud
Thinking how my kids have kids now
Sometimes we're defined by chances we take
And as an artist you realize the canvas we paint that's not a debate
Find the most solid estate
And when they try to hook you in homie, nod at the bait
It's hella crazy how we gifted at this but we lacking in that
Everyday is the balancing act
Peep and that's where the challenge is at
'Cause see the circus ain't for me, I'm content as a talented cat
One
Hook: x2
Ayo it rains and it pours
But what's the point of shelter if decisions that you making got it raining indoors?
Respect and honor that's the lock and the key
Tap into your conscience now you're following me, following me
Verse 2: Cas Metah
Had to tap the joint out a second
Collect some perspective over what Tek spit
What else could be said to this?
Let me live? Real life’s ill? This music is medicine?
Not a sedative but it helps set a trip
A goal destination to get ahead a bit
Trying to stack these stacks to get a better crib
A home I can own, I’m sick of F’n rent
Sick of present tense presidents
There’s no honor, no respect, no benevolence
We all have character flaws but bearing them ALL for the world isn’t humility it’s arrogance
That’s why I strive for clarity
Carry the beast between wrong and right
and write for therapy
But for what I write they might just bury me
It’s kind of a scary thing
They will shoot ya like Will Cooper
Make you behold death a lil sooner
Truth kills like tumors
don’t twist me in rumors
Lies are like blind spies eyes on maneuvers
Hook x2:
Ayo it rains and it pours
But what’s the point of shelter if decisions that you making got it raining indoors?
Respect and honor that’s the lock and the key
Tap in to your conscious
now ya following me, following me
Verse 3: JustMe
Don’t follow me unless you want a following
That moves like Mike Meyers on Halloween
Hardcore consistent modeling
Raise funds like I raise sons, no coddling
Society got us chasing and wasting
Time and money to be famous adjacent
Tell me, am I at peace or complacent
Cause I would rather be at the crib in the basement
Creatin’ or practicing pro-creation
Making love while they outside hating
As a Matter of fact why we waiting?
I keep getting busy while the critics debating
Who’s hot and who’s snot
Who blowing and going to get caught
It’s all energy B drop to drop
So when you see me G pop the locks
Cause real recognize real
the tape magnetic to the mechanized steel
And That’s a record of the heaven I feel
Peace to the prophet Gibran, Khalil
Hook x2:
Ayo it rains and it pours
But what’s the point of shelter if decisions that you making got it raining indoors?
Respect and honor that’s the lock and the key
Tap in to your conscious
now ya following me, following me
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Verse: MotionPlus
Many viruses in our iris' in the viewpoint
Breaks will rock steady 'til them crazy legs lose joints
Broken bones, sticks and stones and the words hurt
Socialisms appeal and stack capital worth
I spit a tactical verse to educate not to detonate
Thermal nuclear feelings elevate but not levitate
For heaven's sake we all satisfy a soul craving
With no saving we forget to give that old praise Him
Cancel culture in a stress test environment
Got us on the brink to rob the Brinks man we riot tense
We need some quietness, silence of the lambs
Sheeps are really wolf and only howl when they can
Animalistic the cannibalistic bites America
Deep state comparing us while Trump lies embarrass us
Dump pride and dump the two party system
'Cause power to the people ain't racial it's decision
Hook: D1
I'm at my breaking point (is it really our fault that we divide and fall?)
Can't duct tape it back up (cracked down the middle, yeah)
I hit my breaking point (so much hypocrisy in this democracy)
And the damage is done (cracked down the middle, yeah, cracked down the middle, yeah)
Verse: Cas Metah
If they coming up short we hit them with the long
They can keep us poor we'll keep making songs
Politics as usual they use you like a bong
Suck you dry then blow smoke on some old Cheech and Chong
Uncle Sam and his brothers got the scam covered
When knuckleheads get elected bet the man loves it
Cops are the new Ku Klux Klan in public
Fox News is a damn puppet
The government's corrupt running amuck pushing agendas
So I'm the son of Kurupt distant cousins of Kendrick
A stray dog and don't obey no laws
From the pound to the top out to state my cause
Bout to gate my yard, bury my charms
Create my farm and bear my arms
Prep for doomsday like it's two days off
They treat Americans like terrorists from Hussein squad
Hook: D1
I'm at my breaking point (is it really our fault that we divide and fall?)
Can't duct tape it back up (cracked down the middle, yeah)
I hit my breaking point (so much hypocrisy in this democracy)
And the damage is done (cracked down the middle, yeah, cracked down the middle, yeah)
Verse: JustMe
I see the confusion is to a degree
That those who pro-life want the death penalty
Cause after they born keep that same energy
And If it ain’t warrin’ they ain’t paying the fee
In the land of the free we have the most prisoners
Quick to spit but we ain’t great listeners
Caught in a fog of cognitive dissonance
Coughing the smog got polluted piss in it
Go fish in it…No justice, no peace
No equality its the policy of cheats
They want less taxes and more police
And teach less classes on Chief Cochise
Oh Jesus Christ they got satanic tendencies
All they conserving is white supremacy
Callin em out like this could be the end of me
But man, I could go on ‘til infinity
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Let's go!
Verse 1: JustMe
We make waves kinda like the high winds
Across the sea like you do with your eye lens
jump on the tip if your a thing that’s vibrant
And bump all the hits to silence the violence
I sense a lot y’all don’t know that I spent
A lifetime of lyrics underground and gotten
Nothing but a sneer and a pound from top ten
Of all time at moving crowds like Rakim
Talkin waves like Rodney-O & Joe Cooley
Everlasting bass on crank yours truly
In 1988 with a date named Julie
Waving while parading in the back of a dually
(Come on)
No expensive rides for the prince of tides
Just extensive rhyme books with offensive lines
So you can catch a new wave like simple minds
Don’t you forget about me when you listen I
Hook:
Make waves, yeah we make waves
never gonna fade, never fin’ to age
timeless every time we hit a stage
No not signed, not slaves
But we make waves, yeah yeah we make waves
never gonna fade, never fin’ to age
timeless every time we hit a stage
hands paint a stairway to heaven
Jimmy Page
Verse 2: Planet Asia
I molotov mics in the night with the energy to cause a street fight
Knuckle up baby buckle up it's dangerous
On the ave. they flaming guns slanging crumbs
Hennessy and Jameson
The eyes of the jungle bloodshot
The disgruntled smirk of a crook posing for the pic in his first mugshot
My seven and a half is working oh that's for certain
We in the lab cooking and juking until it's closed curtains
I'm busting shots at the serpent for a purpose
The seven stars represent the seven churches
Watch what you worship don't miss the revelations
You'll be caught up like the listeners still caught up on my first s***
Assassin with the blade catch a n***** fade
It's a rapture on the stage when you capture these grenades
You'll be a fossil once they really understand the gospel
El Chapo with chopped cheese in the taco
Hook:
Make waves, yeah we make waves
never gonna fade, never fin’ to age
timeless every time we hit a stage
No not signed, not slaves
But we make waves, yeah yeah we make waves
never gonna fade, never fin’ to age
timeless every time we hit a stage
hands paint a stairway to heaven
Jimmy Page
Verse 3: Cas Metah
I make wavs like audio
Waves like stadiums “sniff”
That stanks not body odor take it in
Crank this bang it at ten
I’m gon show you how to body the rhyme
I bend time like doc and McFly
Point blank like a shank in the pen
aiming for a vein on a limb
when I cut through this current day trend
we are currently in
This verse the tip of the iceberg
the surf in the wind
The murderers gift was surgically placed
Burner on the hip burner on the waist
Enemies thicken when temperatures raise
Mini me minions aren’t in a big race
They enter your space with fear that you holding
Ulterior motives are tears in the ocean
Clearly I’m dope and clearly I’m chosen
Opinions are a** holes and everyone owns one
Hook:
Make waves, yeah we make waves
never gonna fade, never fin’ to age
timeless every time we hit a stage
No not signed, not slaves
But we make waves, yeah yeah we make waves
never gonna fade, never fin’ to age
timeless every time we hit a stage
hands paint a stairway to heaven
Jimmy Page
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Scribbling Idiots Cincinnati, Ohio
JustMe, Cas Metah, Elias, Mouf Warren, MattmaN, ReFlex the Architect, Theory Hazit, Wonder Brown, MP Ancient, Sebastian Hochstein, Ruffian
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