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from Del Tha Funkee Homosapien - Both Sides Of The Brain (2004)
[Del The Funky Homosapien]
Check it out Uhhh Del's back, go get ya life preserver Aquaman with the flow you might get murdered You get caught in the slipstream When I was fifteen I was ripping You were shoplifting My accent on rap is smashin' Emcees be past tense Didn't make the draft pick Come get ya ass kicked You awful And slothful I'm grease lightning Hit cha with shit that's uncalled-for Leave ya jaw broke Tryna simulate Gimme a break You rhyme purely functional Merely fills the gap I'm a rhymin' mercenary I'ma kill the track My brainstorm cause a cloud burst Bring forth a rhyme like childbirth Style search Tearin' out the whereabouts of lyrics Somethin' you don't care about I eviscerate your mental state Into strips of steak I'ma situate barbituates to get you baked Your effeminate image is far from intimidating Cause my style you're imitating That's as sin as Satan Your corny insubordinate rhymes are like a porno flick Compared to Edgar Allan ya spread ya talent thin You gotta problem with balancing Ya equilibrium is givin' up Ya symmetry is imagery Your videos are pretty dull Big budget But my poetry you covet Mega-destructive You can't fuck with I'm loony wit language This artform is truly endangered So I change it, never doing the same shit I'll make a profit off of oxygen Phenomenon wit no homonyms Hit'em wit a sonic boom Eradicate ya Nom De Plume Procure of insert a word wit hypodermic earnest And leave ya burnin' like a furnace Poetry protagonist Leave you havin' strict Advocate of whatever I'm imagining That's what's happening Party-goers call me Yoda I use my force with fortitude Just sure to groove And support my crew Hiero Vital Components in the lineage Of Hip-Hop heritage Where we go is limitless (Chorus) Let's follow along with the rhyme y'all I bet some of y'all get lost and can't find y'all Just on a mission to let you know that I'm raw With the Jaw Gymnastics verbals for your minds y'all [Casual] I'm the difference between Hanna Barbara and Hanibal the Barbarian The metal stiletto ghetto cesarean Word carryin' clarion My drum kicks got blood on a steel toe Nasty like crud on a dildo For real though Bram bisque gets bust and break a baller for his billfold Better beware boy before the shoddy make ya body prostrate Huh Before they dope make ya eyes dilate My rhymes'll gyrate Irate Liquid spills covering nine states Liftin' crime rates Shiftin' earth plates Casual amongst the ranks of greats Bitch niggas get treated and took out like dates They lightweights Have dat ass beggin' for another day like Nate Your hard Boulevard facade'll get you scared Get cha shit served preserved Banned, canned and jarred And labeled as a fable Ya unstable My methods on the mic make money under the table Pay-Per-View, Digital-TV, or Cable By cell phone, via satellite, or right at cha label Hell, you can even send an email I rip that ass in 500K detail Use a seasheall In an ocean of emotion Periless notions of my delicate delivery devotion [Del The Funky Homsapien & Casual] Minimal effort make are shit sound phat Delvon And Smash Boogie We gets down like that You know I grab the mic And hit cha tit for tat Delvon And Smash Boogie We gets down like that (Chorus 2X) |
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from Casual - He Think He Raw (2004)
[Chorus One]
I'm a make my nigga love dat. I'm still in the shit, killin' the shit cause nigga still feelin' this shit. Show me where your love at what's wrong wit dat. (Bad bitch's in the back ground) "Cause ain't nothin' wrong wit dat." [First Verse] I need some scrill n' that's real They got me in this league feelin' like Jermaine O'Neill Came out to early an' signed the wrong deal So now Jerry Brown movin' in the navy seals Need to go to Kosovo find me the first Ho Lookin' for a man ta' get her ready to go Instead of the dough she, trippin' off the medical's bro The pharmaceuticals are beautiful but you wouldn't know To do for my Ho I'll ride on a scooter in snow Who do you know that'll tutor your Ho The executor truth n' shit Got em' wishin'to be hotter want me an' Faye play in the Bay with sea otters To be modest shit I need dollars weed knowledge an' two S.S. Impalas' Bubblin' to get my little girls through college an they gonna love dat Holla [Chorus 2] I'm a make my people love dat I'm still in the shit killin' the shit Cause nigga still feelin' this shit Nigga show me where your love at What's wrong with dat [Back to chours number one.] [Second Verse] Man I got this shit shut bitches creamin' for the semen It's your ho? It's my nut It ain't nuttin' till you struttin' through the cut An see your slut on the passenger side I'm like what? This bitch call me that's why you saw me faulty slidin' on way-way with baby Felt like something wuz wrong she jumpin' my bones But I got Seven-Six-Two's(Recording Studio)that are pumpin' your dome Wutin' answerin' her cellular phone Man I'm tellin' ya Scheming at the shop you tried to follow me in Not knowing that his bitch is at the holiday inn With a bottle of ginn an' her modelin' friend you a baller I ain't got I a dollar to spend Jus' holla n' then next week it's Quality Inn Cant wait to see Dada(Check shout outs n' thank youse) Again soon as he get outta the pen Holla [Chorus one x2] [Third verse] Eh. you got some money? You better invest that Cause nigga'll be all in your house like "where the rest at?" Shoe- box under the bed could of, guessed that You blessed cause you ain't sleeping in your vest cat Got bitches jockin' John for stocks n' Bonds And Mutual Funds but only the beautiful ones Partner! You know what blunt's do to your lungs? Nuttin' Least bit they plottin' the meek shit But fuck dat a nigga still get leather on a brand new fit An' walk the pit talkin' shit wit nigga's I be sparking wit But we family so normally we chalk the shit Informally My armour be the harmony near a situation what Karma be harming me? (This is harmony.) [Chorus one x2] |
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from Casual - He Think He Raw (2004)
[Intro: beat starts and Detective speaks]
[Detective] Point her out to me Oh that's her Not bad! Not bad at all Let me talk to this bitch Hello [Girl] I have drinked enough booze to tell me I could use a big stiff dick right now [Detective] God damn baby you just met me let's get to know each other more [Girl] What difference doe's it make either you want to fuck or not [First verse] Eh, these Ho's be crazy That's why I ride away to the hide away bumpin' Isaac Hayes Seat back reclinin' in the 'Lac My mind on my scratch The beat gatt right on my lap imbibed n' no trap I'm cold in fact, I hold the gat Ain't never told the rat where the dossier at I kept my composure I popped the clover hopped in the rover N' drove like a soldier on four king cobra's Seen her house n' pulled over Motorol'ed her like "come out side" Fuck where we about to go let's ride This ain't no punk bitch When I met her she had on that louie sweater n' them tailored made manolo's A nigga knew he did her 'cause I'm in ta' dat I'm like (" wus doe's blonic's ?")? Fired up the chronic Sipped the tonic "Happy Hanukkah!" She knew what I wanted when I was on to her She hoppin' in the range now So I can feel my bond with her N' we ain't even got to leave the car Got the T.V.'s the camera's n' the V.C.R 'Bout to make her a star! Y'all know the deal When your fuckin' freak ho's in your automobile [First Chorus] Come on let's fog up these window's Turn the bump n' blaze a little endo I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough You know the deal! Baby Let me fuck in the automobile [Second verse] Eh,I love L.A. Ho's I met this broad named Jodie She used to drink forties with a little bit a stollies Picked her up Ran up in the broad in the rent a car Soon as I was finished dropped her off on Laseanaka Rollin' in a ol' skool on goe's Ho's jockin' Cause they ain't knowin' this shit's stolen Pull it ta' tha liquor store Actin' like I need something Turned out Left the car runnin' n' the beat bumpin' I catch Ho's like I'm riding a stretch Roll's Dipped in my best clothes Sippin' on X.O But no! It's white tee shirt n' Jabo's Or the creased Levi's, the five-o-five's Hat pulled down over my eyes You know the size of runnin' your chop's Don't broadcast or televise To none of them dude's! Fuck her hard to chill Just keep bumpin' bad broad's in your automobile [Second Chorus] Come on let's fog up these window's Turn up the bump n' blaze a little endo I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough What's the deal? Baby! Let me fuck in my automobile Come on let's fog up these window's Turn up the bump n' blaze a little endo I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough What's the deal? Baby! Let me hit it in my autobile [Third verse] You can catch me slumped low in a 'vette With a Ho n' mowet She throwin' a fit 'cause I ain't stoppin' or going ta' get Ridin' high in the 'burb n' never touchin' the curb Trying ta' roll a dutch n' I swerve n' cut in your lane Getting brain in the rain We starin' in the Lebaron But the bitch jus' looked n' laughed She ain't carin' Like this one little freak that I bumped at Roscoe's Fucked her shotgun had that ass on the console (Break down?) to a bus The shit stay real When your fuckin' wit them bitch's in your automobile I pulled up in a seven douce cutty with knock Ten gee sound system Everything else stock! Baby girl in the passenger seat keep axin' ta' eat I kept mean muggin' n' blastin' tha beat Probably shoot her through the "drive-thru" You know the deal! When your fuckin' mad bitch's in your automobile Final chorus Come on let's fog up these window's Turn up the bump n' blaze little endo I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough You know the deal! Baby Let me fuck in my automobile Come on let's fog up this window's Turn up the bump n' blaze a little endo I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough You know the deal! Baby Let me hit it in my automobile It go! |
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from Casual - Fear Itself (1994)
[del]
Yeah, huh I will display my dynamics Get out the way damnit I plan it just to leave mc's abandoned Brandin x's when I flex this I wreck shit And leave rappers searching for the exit Lets get physical I got precision skill Until I fill ya spot when you rot Shrivel, crazy paranoia cause I'll kill you Cut you Me and my microphone reach out and touch you Crush you into particles I'm sparkin, still I get smarter And I make my styles hits harder I mack styles Stack piles Distract smiles You're wack while I continue to get in you [casual] The main purpose to my service Is to make mc's nervous No one will serve this Superb is my skill Niggas get chills as I spills 'em I kills them with vocals I slam and folks will Out jammies because I slam with ease And you can't deny that because you abandoned me Huh, I came to collect my thoughts This collection brought perfection And it was taught to the masses Now your ass is out Cause cas is out Your shit clash, I doubt That you will make it But you can fake it, like these other pooh-butts I don't know who Or what signed 'em They must be in it for the loot F**k, I don't need this wack shit My tracks hit, the straight beat And that's it I hate a weak mc When he speaks it tempts me To crack his skull and leave his domepiece empty |
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from Casual - Fear Itself (1994)
This is how we rollin
swollen on a Saturday I had a way to chill hard 3 ill broads wanted to hook up so I looked up, Tajai and Snupe call 'em up aye, yo what's up? we need to troop to these hoe's house. (Tajai) Yo where they stay at? 73rd and Lockwood (Tajai) What? But the cops good (Tajai) Ohh aight So don't trip niggas aint sweatin plus they wont flip if you don't say nothin (Snupe) Yo, it aint no thing, I'll bring the Glock Just in case these niggas on her block don't wanna throw thangs. . . (Snupe) Yeap (Tajai) I'm wit it, let's bounce! We gone but first you know we gotta go to Lee's so I can get me an O.E. the hoes we foolin' wit look tight make a right it might be that one cause she said her shit was blue and white but she sure don't drive no Cutlass what is going on? I'm thinking nah, I'm tweaking so we stepped to the door. . . (Snupe) Yo, there they go! Ooh, I'm gonna do the whore! so I walk in. . . (Tajai) Yo, I hear men talking in the next room If they flex, doom will be hawkin' (Tajai) Them hoes is lookin' good as phukk! (Snupe) And if these niggas flex, they gone be gettin' bucked Word 'em up I'm glad I came with my men ask these skins yo who's these niggas in your den? she said friends just then the nigga walked in with no grin fired up a stem and then said "What you lookin' at?" I replied, "Nigga, you could get took for that! lets take it outside", huh we stepped to her butch calmly cause no nigga can harm me I'll whoop his ass in the grass we square up I caught my grill he's hard, but still he got a soft spot I'ma beat him down until he cough up blood thugs surround but they can't tell my men with the locks got a Glock supportin' me he tried to rush me but I bust him in his grill caught him slippin' and I said, "You oughta chill" then his friend tried to jump in I had to find a piece of lead to rub his rump in suddenly the vice came but them niggaz down the street in a dice game I claim they can't find out my name I got a warrant they wanna put me in the housing I bust this nigga's shit now it's time to be thooooousand Now it's time to be thooooousand Now it's time to be thooooousand Now it's time to be thooooousand Word up |
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from Casual - Fear Itself (1994)
Heh some of the harder shit
Peep this Niggaz get vexed whenever I step in Always wanna flex so I got a weapon Which protects ME and mine Get too bold then you're seein nine milli I rhyme silly but it really don't mean nothin I seen thugs always want a mean mug so I bring slugs to the party to reassure I be secure Really don't know why they beefin for I leave teeth in the floor like fossils I toss flows Just to show you, what the boss knows I got style, to make men hostile I shall continue, then you still lost while Challenging in physical combat Show me the ringleader, and the wiz'll go bomb that I come fat, you niggaz front runt cease They say bigger punks fear but I don't hear what they say I should, and when a hood try to steal my goods Good! I wanna show him that dreads can fly heads I stood my ground there's snakes around Schemin on the deep down but I defeat clowns with intellect, then the next flex so I'm good to wreck brains, it takes gall to brawl with minds in chains Chorus: Del It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains (8X) Verse Two: This conflict is making John sick But men wanna fight over nothing, nonsense is common, and common sense is none Niggaz always wanna grab your fists and run I try to walk down MacArthur, and talk ta pedestrians, who got the sacks to alter my mind And find the right, one Dug in the bushes, so I can get a tight one, it's fat I got it, and now I need to be leavin I believe men might get shady Even if they know me Just because we flow the oldie wants my dough We all know where he can go I'm not takin no shorts from you And you ain't takin shit from me I ain't no punk so I hit the G I'm throwin one-hitter quitters to trap em You know when I'm strapped, so I shoulda just mopped em but nah, I'm not foolish, I keep a tool with me, but that don't mean that I won't bust a fool's lip, equipped be my adjectives cause I had to live long In slums where chums come at you wrong And try to get you for all your cent Unless you're not dipped you got your de-fenses on They plot for your dough You might catch a hot one, so be careful I be prepared for fools Chorus 1.5X |
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Why don't you follow it (6X)
Follow the funk Coolin, just like the man's supposed to You know the most who respect a fool and a post crew I often catch static brothers beef and they tellin me Jealousy let it be, cuz I got funk with my melon Now it's time to rhyme and tell a G this fella be Movin steadily ahead of me is a void Emptyness you're less than best you're just wimpiest I decapitate a rapper's fate with my niftiness And I slip the fresh shit under your nose I get the mess hall rockin, all jockin A fly brother, a poet slow it down to enrich my pitch Ask Mike P is it likely we can switch a bitch Affirmative and now I learn to live trifiling When a skin pretends it's the end, who she stifiling She ain't stopping me I leave her She receive a goodbye, and I would try, hit some beaver That's because a dog is only out for a bone After I get it I quit it leave me a-lone Back up off me, we agreed that we won't argue That's what you get for fuckin with, a hard crew A group of trooper buckin shit your luck can get snatched And utilized the crew that tries, dies Eyes are awakened, necks are choked, I take Extra tokes of a slpiff, and if you want it, bring it Why don't you follow the funk (7X) Take along A clever one, to spin men to the surface of Rap plateau, with crap that go, pop I never knew men doing my music Get confused with, used shit, and crews bit But they get the butter spread over bread What it said, is we made the dough, so go ahead Damn! Damn I am, I stop a flow Before I go, why don't you tell me who wit me, no Subliminal, fin to go, low low low And then I send a flow, to the Joe, who don't know Mr. Nope I'll turn a hoe down in her drawers Butt men I'm cutting flows short, like menopause Then I cause mass confusion as you're choosing Breakbeats that are broken, from too much using Who's in effect, bruising the neck Of a fly G, I get in more dips than corn chips I scorn lips, the warning is the keen idealist Cause I feel this threat coming Why don't you follow the funk (7X) Tag along The funk rebel, will rebel and tell and Spit shit to the click of a metronome And get a better tone, hyper letter mon Get a hit or two, from Domino I'ma go find a binder And combine the mind to rearrange the strange And flip a dip like a reciprocal Get the goe, because you know the choice is upon me John be, similar to Fonzie Thumbs up, and they comes up to ask the Ask for the slow flow that's smooth with movin faster Why don't you follow the funk (7X) There it is Why don't you follow the funk (6X) ...there it is Hahah, ahhh, whooo! Haha |
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from Casual - Fear Itself (1994)
Intro:
Hah, ay youknowhatI'msayin Hieroglyphics in here... forever Hah hah! Verse One: Aiyyo peep it, the back breakin mack takin titles Vital to the right I'll make men ache when they try to step, but charlatans are within the range of danger, which keeps me callin friends I meets more fake fools than real ones But it takes clues and hits to make moves with sense And since I'm-a rhy-mer, I need to take time to give niggaz reminders Who's the best, confuse the rest Abuse crews with the news they paid dues to my death The defter, slept on, long enough So now I pissed the stronger stuff and break out a bomb to puff Wrong! You can't hit, I lit it Get it, nope, because you, counter-feited, dope I hate fake guys and you make eyes follow with you hollow tips through, your hand, you're left dead Chorus: repeat 2X Get off it, I know you know I know you're on it (3X) Get off it, I know you know, I know you know Verse Two: Hip-hip hooray! Dip skip away from the forte of freshness nuff skills impresses the West is all up to my ingenuity, you will be comparing, to the rare men, we're aware when daring situations get your face in your crew's areas, so you move gregarious Whatever you rhyme you do shit that's putrid and noisome, so why voice em, crew's get beaten until inanity Hieroglyphics can it be We're the best in the planet G Wiz niggaz are jealous But I fight what you bend with teeth so you can see if you can dig the G-R-O-O-V-E-S cause we be fresh For cypher a few the sneak-iest When kids wanna fade me, great But behold I got Seoul like the Olympics in eighty-eight So ladies wait for the coming of the He-Men You're on my nuts or that's how it's se-men The mastermind is never apprehended I screw the ruler, to fool the joker, and going up like the smoke of a phattie, add me to the shitlist, cause I be that I know you see that, we phat Livin larger than life I be the Zenith, clean with, mean stuff Taking charge of the stifiling Oppressing the dop-est in the sector Respect the, dope rhyme wrecker Hope I'm cleanin, when you think you're seein a massy Josh B got the beat like Rodney So King me, cuz I jumped ya This is how I checkah, foe Hit even the pecker, yo Getting to respect the, bro L-I-F-N-I-C you now know Chorus |
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Verse One:
Alright I might Have had a little glare when I stared at ya ho But I didn't know she was like that She stared right back My niggas warnin me that she was comin on to me I react like a mack do I act cool Just to test her cause I ain't no jester I suggest her and her friend be outtie Cause I don't want to make my pals get rowdy And doubt me our friendship But when lips touch I go crazy in the clutch Sorta like schitzo I forgets my bros and pals over gals I didn't mean to but when you fiend you do Strange things for the denim no matter who's in em Grab a flooze then I'm in traffic Don't laugh it might be your girl that I'm talkin about I didn't mean to Chorus: Repeat 2X It ain't my fault that your girl got caught It ain't my fault that your girl got caught (I didn't mean to) Verse Two: Another incident when I went Way beyond what I should of done John should of stopped before them drawers dropped But I didn't ain't no quittin Really didn't care who's girl I was hittin I admit skinz ain't a reason to lose friends But then again I didn't know, sorry Accept apologies and live on Are we goin hold grudges well oh fudge Its a new year and I do fear Ya actions ya actin shy I mean ya need to be smackin That hoe Instead of tryin to front on me ya know Thats exactly how I'm goin to be ya know I run my game on any G ya know Cause we the most entertainin I meant to blame women For makin me do what the Ak seem to When you call I screen you I didn't mean to Chorus Verse Three: Why do fools be schememin dreamin Actin like demons Niggas don't give a fuck Because they beat shit To many girls front cute When they want loot They tell lies the swell guys Can peep it and thats weak shit Thats why I run game on every freak I get Born in Oakland grew up pumpin Too Short I know the rules on the flooze so who's short I once had a ho who smoked blunts yo She tried to get me so I looked at the front door And now shes not with me so forget it But every once in a while I'll hit it And it happened to be your girl I didn't mean to and I been through Your relationship and I hate dumb dips But I really can't trip when they ride my tip I didn't mean to Chorus |
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from Casual - Fear Itself (1994)
Yo (yeah)
This is Casual (we in the house) Breakin rappers backs (want to let y'all know) You are now warned (Hieroglyphics) Might as well get used to it I'm comin with the fat tracks!! (Bring it in Domino) Ninety-three on (ninety-three til infinity yaknowhatI'msayin) All wack MC's fell (y'all don't know what time it is) Rollin in with Hieroglyphics (Hiero, yeahhh) Souls of Mischief, Del, Shamen, Snupe (to reign) Casual, Hieroglyphics (we got the bomb) Lettin niggaz know Uh-huh, that's on the freestyle tip I'ma break it down for you somethin like this (yo Cas kick some shit off the top of your head Cas) We'll see if you, see if you can follow it (they can't hang, man kick that shit in) Well most, M-Ceez get, beaten, defeaten I eat men, I'm the bestest the West is now on the map, you clown, but I'm gonna slap your wack shit (wack shit) I pack kids You step to the mat, it's, not, advised I'm wise, you'll need a disguise After I, bruise your eyes (black eyes) Rollin with Hiero, I know, I'm a fly bro (hiero) Because you're gonna die, foe If you step to me I seek em out, with telepathy (use your brain) You best just be baggin up because the West is the best (West is the best) G, and you will fail You are stale, your shit is butt, I hear your cuts and your, rhymes but they're wack, your tracks are not fat (wack) take that shit back (wack) Rollin like this (they don't know nothin about off the head) (they don't know nothin about off the head) (y'all niggaz can't rhyme off the head) (always get in circles with your written shit) (yo y'all gotta learn about Fear Itself) (youknowhatI'msayin, man fuck y'all, we in it, knowhatI'msayin?) (Hieroglyphics) |
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from Casual - Fear Itself (1994)
How'd I get here,
dwell through the hauls of all this confusion usin' my tactics to stay alive, wait astride when they try to get ya, pretend they the bomb and they gonna get with ya. Run get away wouldn't care to stay and try, a peace ralley's not a place to die. Flee the park peoples pigs is comin' Your already homeless but they want ya gone in less then three, eat away the P-O-L-I-C-E, and I see the billy club. He'd really love to hit me or get me but my 3-5-7 is wit me. Ain't goin' out I ain't, I'd rather paint chalk around a pig then a brother who's dark. I never ever walk streets lonely, I always gotta have my millimeter on me. To kill or beat a bald Bill or Ted officer, lootin' so you shootin' and ya go off with tha trigger, so ya figure you need to dig her. Nigga of some brown but it ain't happenin'. (Bridge)3x Didn't wanna cap him cause I knew it wasn't wise, realized that my plan b was comin'. I need a concoction to block men and auction off them just like they did us in dock ten, so now I stalkin' walkin' with myself, and plus Tajai's swiss knife from off the shelf. To shake the likes of black abusers. And use a can opener, to open ya, skin and then dig in and twist and turn, and salt, burn! Left him cryin' that I'll never get away. I always get away, I always get away. Retreat and bag off, call A-plus he must know that I'm about to fag off. Tell him he sager, inhale when I heard the word was abandonin' me, my plan would be crumbled. I tumble down in tears, pressured by the cops and neglected by my peers. But now I gotta go on all I know, phuck it I'm a call a ho. (Bridge)3x The spot I'm hidin' in is not tight, B-P-D see me spotlight. I gotta get movin' hopin' fences, droppin' senseless men who try to stop me on my way. They in pursuit of a cute kinda demanded, man and then away the fly guys landin', and then they gon get Buck-ba-bo-bo. Buckshots and a lugged gun used up, who's up next? No one. I go run the whole one, hopped in, stopped when. I noticed that the quote is from good times. . . I'm the man. There goes the brothers who bit ooh goody, they got em surrounded description blue hoody. That's what happens when ya wanna wear your apparel like mine. . . . Couldn't Figure it out?? Ya Lose In the end!! |
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from Casual - Fear Itself (1994)
The coming of the new Overlordian
I I be the boy within the man so why try I never needed comp, I never wanted comp I feels I exceeded the skills needed I'm rough with the stuff enough puff they got But they not the shot, I got the proof Aloof, type fella, helluva guy I love myself, and my high Roll with finks and if it's essential Yo even if it don't mean shit, I will convince you Since, you, never been in my brain You probably never noticed the array of the pain But I gain, no pain no gain no brain no sane thoughts, will be maintained, so I keep my head on Can't be fuckin with that buddha too of-ten I'm new to that, but I'm true to that Due to mack policies, I need to know if I know This is Me-O-Mi-O-Why Chorus: Me-O-Mi-O (repeat 8x) Me-O-Mi-O I'm tryin to let the fly know, what I know I never been a shy bro, strictly getting, ends Hitting, skins, along with men, who set, trends I base my reasoning Upon Casual, having nuff seasoning And plus I please a Queen, when I choose too Never can decide which one, to give juice to, hah I'm always with a dip on a trip And if baby wanna flip, she can, skip Similar to rattles, so I apply the proper poetry used to gets flames thrown promptly, with my prowess I live a life of malice, but still I feel that I will never forget, who my pal is So now you need to learn or know like I know The info, is in Me-O-Mi-O-Why Chorus The autobiography of me Misconstrued thoughts of my pops made me be This one rude individual when my mood is in the critical stages it's pitiful the way I get the pull Flame from the mysteries, so I twist the G's that's around me Releasing frustration by clowning But now think of those who ain't exposed behind closed doors That I post more than I really do But really who's to blame? No scapegoat, I just shape dope Wishin to make over a career But will I say, when my parents say, rap won't stay Don't they know, yet they won't show, as I flow Keepin the rhymes constant, John spent, time in rhymin So I'm sure that I'm gonna get mine then The end, come dine with my family and friends And a calamity, couldn't cram the G when I be-gin Chorus |
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from Casual - Fear Itself (1994)
Intro:
Look, this is my third time doin this shit Yaseewhati'msayin, and I'm gettin tired, my ass is sweaty I ain't got time, and uhh, I'm just Gonna let you know I'm kickin it with casual Yaseewhati'msayin, my extro pro dank nigga Now check this out (it's time for da bullshit) Yo, I'm with mike g, I'm with snupe, I'm with del I'm with hieroglyphics, I'm with souls of mischievious niggaz I'm with pep, from the motherf**kin shamen I'm with j groove and I'm from the motherf**kin hobo junction Now check this shit out, f**k the bullshit. now when it... Thought I was gonna rhyme, right? Hell motherf**kin no (nyahhh) Hell no, hell no (hell no) I'm talkin shit, I'm from the motherf**kin west I'm from oakland Seewhati'msayin, and I'm like, crazy like... Lyrics: Schizophrenic tenant number one When it comes to housing, arousing the, intellect with intro-spect Flex on me, huh, I don't think so... yet, bitch (beeatch) My jettin is letting my exhaust defrost my balls I smell the fear and the sauce in your drawers For arm & hammer, shamen, grammar I got the flow g, the d-flow The hobo, the junction (conjuction) The d stands for diesel I ran into my extra pro niggaro casual He didn't say shit, he passed the spliff and I hit it Then I set sail for the tropics on the down low And I'll end this bullshit with a pound bro Outro: See, it's basically not, a rap Seewhati'msayin, it's basically (f**k the bull) Yeah, it's basically f**k you, hah But check it out, youknowhamsayin The west is phat and that's all we gonna, like, express Youknowhamsayin, and I wanna express f**k you 'cause I don't give a f**k, I'm tellin you Youknowhamsayin, and we gonna ah, real, we for real finna come up We finna come up. we finna You hear that? finna. hella. we hella raw We hella raw. country accents, hillbillies and all that (all that) From the backroads nigga |
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from Casual - Fear Itself (1994)
Yo!
Get the fuck off my dick and let me rip this shit! I write raps, And when niggaz bite, I clap, 'Cos their shit sounds better now. You done let me down, I thought it would be dope, but instead, Your shit's dead, You gets fed To the alligators lurking in the moat, Peep what I wrote, You bit so hard, I though your shit was a quote. But still I'm taxing, axing the competition, And any wack men, I stomp & dis 'em Easily. And you can feel the pressure, plus When I bust MCs'll be Trampling eachother trying to exit, When I flex it, The way I wreck shit is not unexpected. Niggaz just lose when I choose The best crews of MCs, And turn 'em into refugees. I slaughter a lotta MCs that are the ?Styles I compiles?, and cut 'em up like ?vows?. Think to yourself I write the shit So you can bite the shit, And I'll know, despite you get props. (To da beat!) Niggaz get dropped. Sample: That's how it was and that's how it is! Enough with this wackness, Enough is my ?check?, Enough with these motherfuckers biting DAS EFX. I come real when I show skill, (Hey, yo, Saafir!) You macked on that ho ill, And that's for real, my flow still Is everlasting, niggaz forever blasting Shots when cash gets hot. You're not fresh, so you hating when I be just Ripping microphones without stating the obvious. Now how much harder can it get? Niggaz try to flow, but they soundin' like me A year ago. Shit, old, kaput, I got loot, To the hos I'm cute, and so I always got boots. It's me, so be free to feel the ?Ivy swing?, More niggaz got my back than Rodney King. I feel tight, knowing that the shit I write Will be exposed to foes, and everyone will feel fright. And you'll run and tell your man, "Yo, peep this twist, It's real, try to practise." But the mack is Way ahead of ya, instead of ya wack sound, I'm kickin' shit to make MCs back down. Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads, Niggaz can be dead, I got 'em in line, like ?Stimpy?. Red light, slow that shit down, bring it to a halt. You're wack and it's all your fault |
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from Casual - Fear Itself (1994)
Verse One:
Start with the boom!!! That's the sound from the stuff that we, puff It's magic I'm draggin a foe to doom And still refrain from being blunt The tough get snuffed for being, lame We men claim to be all that Call back, I'll get wit cha All act fat, frontin they really are close to me But I'm prone to roast a poster like I'm supposed to be toast of the, and only me Put your cups together, for the clever Competition I'm just here with no limits Cause I collapse your sad scraps like Nimitz Once I get in it, I'll put, my soul in I believe I deceive just to leave your ears swollen Stolen styles are booty to me Removin smooth men ain't no duty to me Booty I could be but I don't flex The brother with flwows goes up, in more hoes than Kotex I got ya, like Joe Tex, go checks ya glossary Cause I gots ta be The bombed ass, supreme vocalist I cream folks with this versafication signed Cas Verse Two: Check it out When it comes to one two then shit men get Offended, guns do, amend your mindstate Wait I'm the buzz aight now hit this Aim your aarow and there go your fitness With this, flow, the swit-est, know Yo, get this, flow Fast-est, Cas is never hittin ashes Gettin clever, as this Genius, clean diss, try to get a fiend it's going to cost you You lost to, the master, at last the Mass can peek the hard shit, in a, Jeep Or whatever you hear me though Whether Walkman or stereo People wanna hear me flow So I kicks one, tricks one Clones are known to break a brother bad But all is foul So now I think I, need a rest from Wandering and start pondering John within And send a message to the best when You switch from rags to rags |
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from Casual - Fear Itself (1994)
Once upon John thinking on this
MC's just don't know That the best will never contest my flow Hieroglyphics the fly bros rip shit for ya And watch you stumble as I kicks it I blow ya, away Like a sailboat, you fail quote some of my shit to try and get props But no, they got butt flow What bro Can handle the pressure from my gut blow I appear as a foundation, laced in your face That there will be no replacin So trace your tracks or face the mack Cuz I got your girlfriend and ain't no takin her back Word I got it like that, so if you strike back Steal, or don't say shit I play with brains Your thought train is often hijacked and rearranged We became the fly macks It's like that, cuz we got it like that (8X) What a little way to express the anger Ya done pressed the stranger, danger Might change a wrong to right Yet a song I write will shed new light as you fight And fuss with us so we must discuss Busting your brain right open And you strain I'm hoping Enquiring minds turn out dope men, but the potion Was not potent enough to fade the master yet Since you have no kryptonite, I get to rip the mic I flip like side B, hit a comp wield and tear apart we'll be-havin babboon They'll be cravin the tunes Sooner than the Sun Times on a new day But who they, I got a bobby pin, so I can rob you men And be driver, of how I come, with my gum slander, and demand a man to think Cuz I can stop and wait, while others contemplate the theories and when they hear these the fear beez tremendous, but I won't amend this, endless time is spent to rhyme, when I'm lit Get a creative urge, then I sit And muster clusters of creation we placed in your face when I bust you It's like that, cuz we got it like that (16X) |
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from Casual - Fear Itself (1994)
Verse One:
Get a load of this MC, and that MC I guess the G does not posess the recipe You're stale men fell when inferior complexes of when John flexes vexes the, competition often stop and listen in all men men saught in, raw I bet your best to play to crave the savior Never let the sweat be seen against me fiending for an inkling when, the sin retreat before the score is scuffed, you flunk again I recommend that you step, or I deck your chin then I grin cause you slept, you kept your Face placed in the spot from, first to last Now listen up as Cas come burst that ass Basically, your crew stunk Here's your grade chump, you flunked Chorus: Like that and uh, MC's just flunked (4X) Verse Two: It's vital how I pull tricks up off my jock Sticks and stones breakbeats and bones make fleets of clones, drop Sway as I say an essay, will impress a critic Critic the way I bring a flow, get it I'm the dopest, admit it Regurgitate when you bit it Ex-Lax the skills of a poet that's the shit and he know it, I swat em seek em out, and close in- -tro blows internally damaging men pos-ing I suppose thin tracks are always wack It all pays back when you stays fat Like that and uh, like this and uh This man'll, show you how to flow, dope Simply stating my standpoint on the, spunk Basically, you flunked Chorus Chorus Two: Like that, the competition, they just flunked (4x) Verse Three: It's curtains, the way to adjust, must just be bearing with the tearing and ripping that I'm inflicting, from where the proper shit of my begin when, tricks lead your saliva is deep in my dick, clean I need a remedy from men that be All into me, they might fall into the abyss As I twist these melodies Hella MC's seize these fellas be prolific, with it, all intact Keep in touch even though I'm only callin back wack, you're week-er than seven days You should find a way to bring a weaker thought like crime pays I simply the peak in rhyme divinity when it be up to me, for the funk Higher like this, higher like that I got your brain again, you flunked Chorus Chorus Two |
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