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Cas Metah:
Verse 1:
Too many not chasing their dreams
They making a means to an end but if it never ends what does it mean?
What is the meaning of life?
Mine's to entertain, you can see it in my eyes
Never been ashamed to be me without disguise
360's since '95 this been my grind
Ain't taken a day off since I caught on to writing rhyme
20 years straight (in)case you can't tell time
If you ask my team I'm one of the greatest alive
But you only want sheep, you pass my team by
Field Specialists ain't never been no 'yes men'
And Scribbling Idiots the realest in the biz
Yet still we digging like a drill bit
Skills thick
Just not thick as the chicks these record labels deal with
If Slaughterhouse and K.R.I.T. ain't even getting platinum
How am I supposed to make a decent living rapping?
Hook:
"Forget about it, forget about it"
They tell me "Metah you better forget about it"
I tell them "Nah, bet you I'ma get around it"
The world's mine soon as I climb this mountain
"Forget about it, forget about it"
They tell me "Metah you better forget about it"
I tell them "Nah, bet you I'ma get around it"
The world's mine soon as I find this fountain
Verse 2:
They say that hip hop is a kids sport
As if a 30 something year old don't deserve his spit heard
I think these 'lil boys just afraid to get hurt
By grown men with vocab 'cause they don't know no big words
Too concerned about they big wheels
Too young to know the facts of life or remember Kim Fields
Too dumb to know a pig squeals
So they dry snitch on tracks to make it seem they make big deals
But when the shit's real, they at the stash spot
In the floor boards hiding by the cash box
But back to Cas plot
I'ma find the fountain of youth and drink until the last drop
Then I'ma take it back to '88, maybe '94
Recreate the greats, make sure the writing's pure
When boom-bap ruled this tiny world
When it was for the art form and not for all the shiny awards
Hook:
"Forget about it, forget about it"
They tell me "Metah you better forget about it"
I tell them "Nah, bet you I'ma get around it"
The world's mine soon as I climb this mountain
"Forget about it, forget about it"
They tell me "Metah you better forget about it"
I tell them "Nah, bet you I'ma get around it"
The world's mine soon as I find this fountain
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Cas Metah:
Verse 1:
She got me on some L.L. Cool J
Got me singing "Hey Lover", I just love the way she do things
When she in the room the mood change
You could say we tied like shoe strings
Electric as the boogaloo we breakin' 2
Krush grooves, it just proves
You don't have to be together long to get a long
And get a bond strong if she a lady
I think maybe she the one for me
'cause lately she been such great company
Got me like "baby, what you need?"
She making me a better man, trust and see
Used to say, back in the day
When we first met, I'ma take her away
Now she mine and I'm not surprised
God always got a way with granting our desires
Verse 2:
She the sun to my morn, she the moon to my night
Brighter than any star, she my soothing light
She the type to make me put on my suit and tie
Not a head but I got her nodding to 'Cooley High'
Sophisticated not a foolish child
Since we been dating I stopped fooling around
Pulled my head out of my can, became a man
Thank God for His plan and thank God for my lady
We got a good thing going
We learning and growing as a couple how to work through our emotions
I know so 'cause she love me even when I'm bi-polar
And I still love her when she frozen
Hopefully she know I don't want to be like most men
She can lean on my shoulder
She can be the queen of my homestead
And we can focus on living our dreams like we supposed to
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Elias:
Verse 1:
Oh Lord what am I? What am I supposed to do?
Why do I always feel like I have to prove?
Well I grew up in the gutter, both feet in the mud and grime
Stink of the sewer and the failure that followed me all the time
Well my daddy walked the wrong path, and I knew I had to choose
My mama overwhelmed with all these things she had to do
Oh Lord you know it's hard when your childhood's not spent on you
When you're trying to be a man before you even understand
Elias & Jordan Coleman:
Hook:
Ohhhhh child, you don't walk alone (you don't walk alone)
Just give Him your burden he gon' carry that heavy load (carry that heavy load)
Ohhhhh child, you don't walk alone
Just give Him your burden he gon' carry that heavy load (carry that heavy load)
Cas Metah:
Verse 2:
You've had a lot of weight on your plate
Growing up in the slums, the village of snakes
Makes it easy to see the reason you stayed away
From the streets and the games that the players play
You felt the pain of the bruise on your mothers eye
Felt the sting of the needle when your brother died
Ain't no wonder why you feel like God is just another lie
When you lost everything you've ever loved in life
You're not alone though
You got to hold on and roll with the stones throw (hold on bro)
We all been there, we all bear losses
But only one was ever born to bear crosses
He is the father to the fatherless
Inviting you to walk in the land of His promises
And all you got to do is walk with Him
Not run, not crawl, just walk with Him (walk with Him)
Elias & Jordan Coleman:
Hook:
Ohhhhh child, you don't walk alone (you don't walk alone)
Just give Him your burden he gon' carry that heavy load (carry that heavy load)
Ohhhhh child, you don't walk alone
Just give Him your burden he gon' carry that heavy load (carry that heavy load)
Verse 3:
Jordan Coleman
Nobody carried my burden before and I don't know
Just how I'm supposed to not feel alone
I been walking this road all on my own
So tell me why am I so special
That the sculpture would care for such a vessel?
Broken, but maybe that's what leaves me open
For somebody to pour a little hope in
Elias & Jordan Coleman:
Hook:
Ohhhhh child, you don't walk alone (you don't walk alone)
Just give Him your burden he gon' carry that heavy load (carry that heavy load)
Ohhhhh child, you don't walk alone
Just give Him your burden he gon' carry that heavy load (carry that heavy load)
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Cas Metah:
Verse 1:
Ayo my homie called the other day
He said "what up bruh, we gotta find another way
Folks dyin out here from all da drug decay"
Fam I feel what you sayin'
We done dug enough graves
"This gutters a maze
Where good people plummet in faith
'Cause no matter where they run
They never escape"
I'm wonderin if it's because they never equate
The weight of their own worth with the worth of the weight
"I think boredoms the gate toward explorin' foreign-
Exchanges with dangerous portions of pain
I wish that it was all so simple but it ain't"
I wish that I could understand man but I can't
Nobody even sleeps, the whole worlds awake
Some are up on speed, some are up to pray
"So are some gonna heal? Are some gonna tame?"
As soon as summers here I can say
It's a cold climate we reside in
Why ya think the needle users pullin sleeves over they veins?
Is it shame that they hidin'?
Or just too broke for a coat
They rather shiver than change
Ruffian:
Hook:
Yo why my man struggling for free, instead of trying a little harder? Sold his life for cheap, you understand
Why his daughter choked and couldn’t breathe? She inhaled the scent of hell and she couldn’t sleep, you understand
Why the pastor forgot how to preach? And his wife toss and turn awake in the sheets? Can’t duck his hands
So she bruised from her heart and cheek
Can’t understand, won’t you stand in this place for me and understand
Cas Metah:
Verse 2:
I met this lady from around the way
I run into her everytime I'm running to the bank
She always sitting on the same cracked sidewalk, beggin' for change
I told her change ain't gon' come 'til she settles her pain
She said "you don't know me and you don't owe me a thang
What makes you my judge, you ain't been in my place"
I said I've seen enough ghosts to recognize the face
Of those being chased by the killah that awaits
By the gates of your soul
Ready to take control of your physical and make it cold seis below
I can tell you make no goals
Haven't slept one wink for one week, or even ate for a day or so
She felt the truth as I spoke, but didn't hate it though
Unphased one gaze made it plain
She's in a haze, content with her shade
She don't see the son, so she don't feel the rays
Addicted to the high life of fixin' the crave
Livin' a slave without the whips and the chains
So it took me by surprise when she looked me in my eyes
And said "honey, you're right but can you please give me some change"
Ruffian:
Hook:
Yo why my man struggling for free, instead of trying a little harder? Sold his life for cheap, you understand
Why his daughter choked and couldn’t breathe? She inhaled the scent of hell and she couldn’t sleep, you understand
Why the pastor forgot how to preach? And his wife toss and turn awake in the sheets? Can’t duck his hands
So she bruised from her heart and cheek
Can’t understand, won’t you stand in this place for me and understand
Blueprint:
Verse 3:
Uh huh, Too many questions and not enough answers
Make a brother want to throw his hands up
And maybe throw in a towel, I’m dawning a scowl
Thinking it’s wild how diseases like cancer still killing
If everybody and they mama rocking pink ribbons
And the company that makes them receives millions
Why we never see results on anything we’ve given?
I bet their exec’s are somewhere on a beach chilling
We all notice it but nobody speaks about it
‘Cause we think showing solidarity means being silent
Instead we’re mislead
Obedient sheep that never keep the hair on they heads
Being force fed opinions and views from television
Maybe that’s why they call it the tube
Few choices in what we consume
But just because we eat it up, doesn’t mean that it’s food
You want change? Then start thinking long range
Tomorrows happiness is built on what you do today
Get committed to improving your days
And be prepared for them to look at you strange when you change
Ruffian:
Hook:
Yo why my man struggling for free, instead of trying a little harder? Sold his life for cheap, you understand
Why his daughter choked and couldn’t breathe? She inhaled the scent of hell and she couldn’t sleep, you understand
Why the pastor forgot how to preach? And his wife toss and turn awake in the sheets? Can’t duck his hands
So she bruised from her heart and cheek
Can’t understand, won’t you stand in this place for me and understand
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Verse 1 (Cas Metah):
On the snare like a predator, Metah come medical
Don’t be jealous that I’m on a pedestal I’m registered a veteran
Reping Midwest like I’m selling it
Elegant etiquette and you can bet it never quit
Check the net, I’m a virus going viral
Kids in Cairo tag S.I. in Hiero
Some of y’all high though, I see your eyes closed
You sleeping on Ohio hydro rhyme flow
I’m fire, type to climb inside your mind and remind you
Of a time when hip hop was liver
The type of rhymer you like to rewind
‘Cause Killa got lines like killers got knives
Nicer than Dexter but swear if you test me
I’ll check your left cheek, send you headed into next week
Not a threat, sincere promise
This here’s my belt, I been here longest
Hook (Cas Metah):
Oh you want to be a fighter?
Well come on in homie run into this fire
Put your suit on and run into the fire
I’m gon’ school you in the cypher like it’s Fight Club, yeah
So you want to be a fighter?
Well come on in homie run into this fire
Put your suit on and run into the fire
Ugh, I’m a lighter ignited and I’m never going to expire
Verse 2 (Cas Metah):
Some of y’all debt free, some of y’all owe me
Some of y’all repin’, most of y’all phony
Ego driven emcees keep your writtens
You don’t want to build? Fine, we gon’ split ya
Militantly trained to aim to miss civilians
So if I’m dissing you gon’ know it mister
This just a demo to the demolition
When it blow you gon’ fold like if Kimbo hit ya
First round, first minute, Ali against Liston
Mike Tyson mixed with a little Griffin and Silva
No retreat, no surrender, no submission
Put me position with todays top contenders
Watch me level them, they’re not clever son
I’m on a jet or something, they’re still peddling
Case you missed it the name is Cas Metah
But you can call me raps blessing, now praise God
Hook (Cas Metah):
Oh you want to be a fighter?
Well come on in homie run into this fire
Put your suit on and run into the fire
I’m gon’ school you in the cypher like it’s Fight Club, yeah
So you want to be a fighter?
Well come on in homie run into this fire
Put your suit on and run into the fire
Ugh, I’m a lighter ignited and I’m never going to expire
Verse 3 (JustMe):
Take cover when my fighter takes form
Hotter than Jonathan Storm
Caught up in following swarms
Of villains doing killings with feelings of scorn
Fire, like I had my hand on a deuce deuce
J.J. Redick Duke shoot out the duke shoot
When J set it give credit to Jesus
But when J said it he meant it so make moves
Tribe never ever fake moves
We go on excursions and break rules
Instrumental versions are great tools
‘Cause when the beats hot S.I. will break fooling
Add fuel to the flame
Watch a face melt when a jewel hit the brain
While the fake swelter and drool from the pain
We bring light of the worlds to the cool and the gang
Hook (Cas Metah):
Oh you want to be a fighter?
Well come on in homie run into this fire
Put your suit on and run into the fire
I’m gon’ school you in the cypher like it’s Fight Club, yeah
So you want to be a fighter?
Well come on in homie run into this fire
Put your suit on and run into the fire
Ugh, I’m a lighter ignited and I’m never going to expire
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Verse 1 (Krum):
Yo Cas, who lives like this? Living it large
Get a strong rap beat and I’m killing them bars
Got a long rap sheet and I’m guilty as charged
Got secrets I can’t keep so we giving them ours
I got to tell it, yell it and back it up with a mug shot
Dirty Harry couldn’t carry half the dangle Doug got
Give a Larry legendary leprechaun a jump shot
Never carry more than I can bury into one sock
My note book’s 2K and it weighed a ton
So me and Cas ain’t fast but we made a run
Right where the fader drum, dumb ditty dumb
Here we come, get them high, give me give me some some
This is point break, like a bank job
My ball point thanks, what a great job
What a great God, what a good beat
Rapping with a dope verse exactly how it should be
Uh huh uh huh uh huh
Verse 2 (Copywrite):
I pick up the state pen and write a prison sentence
Bars all day, got words, not Murs but a living legend
Will I get to Heaven? That’s not even a worry
Christ mediates for the Father, there’s not even a jury
You’re album stunk from out the trunk
When you put out the CD we thought you put out a skunk
Me, Playdough and Cas Metah, track wetters
Fellas with mad cheddar get shredded like bad lettuce
We got a track fetish, we knock letters on they back when a track hit us
And what’s wrong with you?
How dare you diss us, what song you do?
Aside from the X-Men name a stronger crew, ugh
Hit you from strange angles, call me Doctor Octagon
Giving these emcees delivery tips, Papa Johns
When I rock a song you would swear Pac was on
A felony offender with a tendency to talk to moms
Verse 3 (Cas Metah):
This isn’t Missy Misdemeanor this is Biggie with his nine
Still on the streets of Brooklyn scheming to get his re-up
Ugh, We all sinners with some sort of addiction
Difference in us is I was born to admit it
This is more than a gimmick, meet the lords of the pen
You’ll get torn in a minute but we destroy and rebuild
Everywhere we tour, any city we in
People be tripping balls like we be giving them ‘cid
Probably ‘cause the way we dropping hit after hit
Got it rolling off they tongue, spit after spit
I came to make the crowd move crib after crib
Forget Twitter, come and follow Metah like the Grateful Dead
Yeah that sound like the name for lames I laid to rest
Said I’ll take you to the maker, word to Maker and Qwel
Peace to Jayo, C-write and Playdough
You ought to lay low before you taking a L
Uh huh uh uh
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Intro: Wonder Brown
The Guide that lights my way
Starts in the dusk of day
And dreams when the rugged play
The guide that lights my way...
Verse 1: Elias
Up in the morning before the sun rises
Just one of my many sacrifices
The freeway hums in the background
Two choices, stand up or back down
I got my cross in the corner
It's heavy and hard to shoulder
Like Sisyphus I feel like I'm pushing a boulder
And I get tired, my light gets dim
And it's more about me, and less about Him
And I'm trying to figure out how I can begin
'Cause I don't really see the start, I'm seeing the end
I get lost in my dreams and plans for the future
So if you need me God, go ahead just use me
I'm up in the morning before the sun rises
Just one of my many sacrifices
And the freeway hums in the background
Hook (x2): Mouf Warren & EF Cuttin
Wake up in the morning got the yearning for the burning
Believe what you heard 'cause you know that I wrote this
For the hungry and under underprivileged
We just open our mouth and let these words paint the pictures
Verse 2: Wonder Brown
The battle lies within as I'm crying again
Sign, sealed, delivered what's inside, what I send
Sin being the symptom of a sign to my end
Bringing it back to reside in the wind
No I can't be phased or even fathom of a life that isn't action
Packed when the fact remains that pain's a track record
Still spinning in the back drop of my still frame
Thankful of the cold air that chills and until pain
Constricts the lungs and equips what's stunned
To project the smoke that slopes from this wishful tongue
That spits the dew from those with a choice to choose and a voice to use
That submits to the noise of silence when it's poised to prove
That what's to come starts in the lungs
Churned from the same vein that imparts what's been done
The power of Christ compels to move this man pouring this song
With the depths of my breath from the morning until dawn
Hook (x2): Mouf Warren & EF Cuttin
Wake up in the morning got the yearning for the burning
Believe what you heard 'cause you know that I wrote this
For the hungry and under underprivileged
We just open our mouth and let these words paint the pictures
Verse 3: Cas Metah
For more than half of my life I've had this passion to write
Raps the average cats didn't like
Kind of like The Passion of Christ, the vocab was foreign to them
Or maybe their blood diamonds were more important to them
Either way I knew I'd need to escape
And seek a place where people relate to heathens with faith
'Cause my legs don't move with the body like the River Dance
I'm alone and misunderstood, I'm Edward Scissorhands
This is a man's world, this ain't a children's tale
That's why after one dark night a lot of Christian's bail
A lot of missions fail
But I don't let the thought process get me down I spit this hail
Through the clouds every sunrise
I ride shotgun 'til sunset and run miles with one breath
Come test the one next to none
And while you doing what they done did, I'll do what ain't been done yet
Hook (x2): Mouf Warren & EF Cuttin
Wake up in the morning got the yearning for the burning
Believe what you heard 'cause you know that I wrote this
For the hungry and under underprivileged
We just open our mouth and let these words paint the pictures
Outro (x2): Wonder Brown
The guide that lights my way
Starts in the dusk of day
And dreams when the rugged play
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Verse 1: Ruffian
Dive off the face of earth and plunge into The Son
Sleep on the moon and have a dream of where I'm from
Babies losing babies, leaders turning shady
Life's a maybe, night cravings slowly changing men to animals
Lack of love got them transforming into cannibals
That's why they facial features crazy
I done seen the dead walk, ain't too much amaze me
God be the antidote but they would rather be sick
Be rich, die trying to be what he is
Dope flowing slowly through they veins into the fetus
Mama's at thirteen ain't even had a chance to be kids
Restless can't sleep 'cause they was laying where the beast lives
Daddy drunk and high so we get beat for no reason
Faithless, scared to let their knees bend
What in hell do you believe in?
What's in Hell to believe in?
Hook (x2): Elias
What do you believe in?
I can feel you reaching
I can feel disease it's
Moving like an ether
Inhale
Open veins now I'm bleeding
Verse 2: Cas Metah
This is reality where I live, no word of it fiction
No chicken in the fridge but they got birds in the kitchen
Addicts itching for the fix 'cause the verdicts been rendered
Serving a life sentence ever since the turn of this century
Hustlers turned to junkies
The ones that used to get bundles are struggling to re-up
'cause they get high on they rent money
I used to ride with a dime, yeah, a fine thick honey
Now she always sick, can't keep nothing in her thin stomach
I can pray but I can't save them
It's a painful situation daily see your peoples digging they own graves
With one of the greatest killers since Hitler, and it ain't racist
But the streets named it "boy" 'cause it's a form of modern enslavement
Heroin, very few will escape it
Many will snort, many will bang it
Therefore there's many more that will lay dead
Chest caved in and veins drained red
Comatose from an overdose
On and on it goes, on and on it goes, on and on it goes
Hook (x2): Elias
What do you believe in?
I can feel you reaching
I can feel disease it's
Moving like an ether
Inhale
Open veins now I'm bleeding
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Verse 1: Craig G
The weight of the world is heavy on my mind
Certain races get eliminated by design
Be careful before you float through that stop sign
Could be a done deal for you connect with the wrong swine
Automatic weapons are sold like buying groceries
Is this the way that life supposed to be? Hopefully
I won't have to take me a permanent vacation from life
'cause I don't like your political affiliation
Terror alerts critical, it's curtains for the nation
Watch that guy with the nap sack at your train station
I hope to gain patience but life makes me anxious
Promoting peace is a job that's thankless, look
Politicians promote separation
The gap between the rich and the poor keeps escalating
You see, your family can starve if your job CEO
Decides to lay you off to buy him a new boat, where's the hope man?
Hook: D.V. Alias Khryst
Where's the hope? where's the faith
When your backs against a dangerous place?
Where's the love that you gave?
Now that you're down they gon' laugh in your face
Where's the strong? Where's the brave?
When is things ever really gon' change?
Where's the hope? where's the hope? where's the hope?
Verse 2: Cas Metah
Somebody tell me where to find it
It isn't trendy but the violence finally viral
Justice is blinded by a blue wall of silence
You lying if you don't buy that white pride designed it
And they still taking land from the Natives
Giving damns it's sacred
Man, they getting paper
That's all that matters to these particles
I been a drowning man
I swam against a shark or two
But Never let up, Metah ready
Every second beware the seven deadly
The U.S. is very hectic, guard your weapons
Hard to Netflix and chill
Prepping for Armageddon
Right now is Survivor Series
Rise my people
Let's show the world we all equal
It's Time to resist until WE stop breathing
Until we choke on our own smoke
Where's the hope?
Hook: D.V. Alias Khryst
Where's the hope? where's the faith
When your backs against a dangerous place?
Where's the love that you gave?
Now that you're down they gon' laugh in your face
Where's the strong? Where's the brave?
When is things ever really gon' change?
Where's the hope? where's the hope? where's the hope?
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SI in the building, we in here, let's go!
Verse 1: Cas Metah
What more can I say? Plenty!
I got many many more miles in me
While the rivals envy me, my wild delivery
Shines consistently but I don't write religiously
Riding a beat's like peddling a bike
Pick it up when I want to try and exercise, ugh
Other than that, do a couple collabs
Then it's back on the daily grind, hustle for scratch, yeah
Rapping's easy, if you want to last
You're going to want to take a small business class, ugh
Learn the ropes before they hang you from them
Don't sign the dotted line if the money is funny
Though man shall not live by the bread alone
You can do what you got to to get a bone
Focus on the throne, hold on to your integrity
Go strong, and you can witness longevity
Scratch chorus: EF Cuttin
Verse 2: Ruffian
This is God's purpose
That's why every verse merges to the surface
Words make the fake shake nervous
Flashy cats look like a circus
Don't entertain me, build me if anything
Making change, but not from what the pennies bring
I'm a masterpiece, your fans fast asleep
I open eyes of dark lives
The craft is deep, mass extreme
Forever sight through a hawks eye
Every line complete
Even when my life depletes, words so filled
Forever we'll be felt, until they can't feel
I turn a riot to a stand still
When I speak and make they knees weak, it's so heavenly
And I ain't pressed about being a celebrity
I'm on some "let's get strong"
And hold on to the words that's going to keep me having longevity
Scratch chorus: EF Cuttin
Verse 3: JustMe
Fifteen years on the mic and still flowing
Fifteen years on the mic, you don't know him?
Spit these here for the seed that still growing
With no need for blowing, huh, I ain't hoeing
Radio shows continue to be irrelevant
Unconcerned about hip hop, they selling it
Compelling kids to fixate on a rich papes
Meanwhile my mixtape is a fixed rate
Free ninety-nine, we line for line
Supreme with the rhyme and it's clean every time
The dream and the grind, team with the find of the century
Yeah that's what it's meant to be
Eventually you will see that it was leant to me
From the heavenly causing longevity
While your so-called career got brevity
My full name is Justin Long-evity
Scratch chorus: EF Cuttin
Outro:
Yeah, you know who it is, it's the SI crew
Scribbling Idiots, forever man
You better believe, we got rhymes for days man
We got beats for days man
We ain't going nowhere man
It's Cas Metah, Ruffian, JustMe
Mouf Warren on the beat
Can't forget EF Cuttin on the one's and two's
Real hip hop is here to stay y'all
Shout outs to Elias, Wonder Brown, Theory Hazit, Reflex, Jaq, MattmaN and Motion Plus
Scribbling Idiots forever
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Verse 1: Theory Hazit
Lacing up the verse and writing up a dope hook
So tighten up your notebook, like the days of jacking beats and biting's over
Summer nights invites cobras in command, but who's controlling the jam?
Theory Hazit like I told you who I am
I write to penetrate hearts
As life goes on to imitate art the fake finishes when it starts
Don't get mad 'cause I discern your evil ways
Call me broke 'cause these are things broke people say
You put a lot of work in but you'll never see the day
Unless you sell your soul glow to homos
And every albums feeling like a promo, no dough
That's why these new rappers turn gangster quick
Claim a clique and ain't gangbanged a lick
Fronted dope money now they owe money
Used to be dope but now they flow funny
Struggling just to get some show money
And see as humans we ain't thankful enough
What makes it worse is that we pray for this stuff, get it, then don't want it no more
Scratch hook: Theory Hazit
Verse 2: Cas Metah
Ancient visions paint the pictures that make the difference for the saints and sinners
Save the lip and display the wisdom written
'cause them things you saying making angels shiver
Chains get lifted when keys unlock context
Just 'cause you went to college don't mean you deeper than a Loch Ness Monster
Stop it, you're not a modern day prophet
You're a merchant turning temples into markets
In a din of thieves, causing identity theft regarding the Prince of Peace
False with authority, best fall to your knees calling
With apologies to the all seeing carpenter
When they say "home is where the heart is"
You ought to start pondering the possibility of pain and darkness
Sorry I hate to argue, but fragrance imposters are not flame retardant
Scratch hook: Theory Hazit
Verse 3: Re:Flex the Architect
Okay so you move packs of weight, stacking pay
Gats will spray 'til cats I hate will pass away
Oh wow, you fascinate
But I spot a masquerade, dapper slaves trapped in cage
Acting brave for accolades for audiences half your age
Lie detectors activate for as much as a gentle cough
'cause the B.S. you spit out sets my Spidey senses off now
That's why I move like dodging bullets in the Matrix
Soon as I hear your single on a playlist
Hits with no feeling, so we feel so numb
You claim you're getting brains while you sing and go dumb
Comic and oxymoronic sonnets of chronic induced vomit
If it's dope it's hard to diss, but it's not so it's hard to stomach
If your flow was as sick as your body would be
If you bed like half the models you'd claim, you'd change the game
But even now honesty's a viable trend
You can't capitalize 'cause you lie and pretend
Like you're V.I.P. in places that don't even have a guest list
Triple O.G. in the streets that you never messed with
You being real's like Mel Gibson not being a racist
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Verse 1: Mistery
Yo, the first shall be last and the last first
This verse works in reverse, bring it back selector
A kid learns from the environment, I'm finding it nostalgic
Reflecting on the genesis of hip hop how I founded
I'm grounded in the sounds and proud to see it from the start
In '83 on TV, "State Of The Art"
Became a part of hip hop breaking with my crew
The street felt like "Beat Street" breakers on the move
Who would have guessed graffiti would be next to start to rise
I was there to witness it with my very eyes
And find it ever growing so I'm flowing with the track
My Brethren were the first in many ways to take it back
And state the fact that God is the beginning and the end
So we gathered in the midst of all our enemies and friends
Our words across got the chance enhancing in the scene
On top of everything we rep the King and spit to intervene, ugh
Verse 2: Cas Metah
A lot of new school dudes don't know the history
They lack the wisdom to comprehend the mystery
No coincidences this was meant to be
I was the first of my flock to be on MTV
Rewind, I was the first with a Tascam
Didn't punch in, it was only four tracks fam
Before digital, the years of the craftsman
The tender age of ten is when I became a rap fan
Now in my thirties like "where did the time go?"
Gave it all to hip hop, don't care if I die broke
I'm the first man you knew from Ohio
To work with the Wu, DF, Juice Crew and Hiero
Sideshow to the main stage, I've worked hard while a lot of y'all played games
Thanked God while a lot of y'all blamed Satan
I don't need the mainstream man I've already made it
Verse 3: Wizdm
Yo, yo, yo
The first that I heard were words by Grandmaster Caz
Scratches by Flash and saw graffiti patches on backs
Laces were fat, and caps turned to the side
I started learning in strides this was the turn of the tide
Was Adelaide's first to get the wind mill's rocking
And stopping dead in their tracks were those opposing my popping
A phase and a fad? No man, I'm gagging the doubters
It takes a nation of millions to hold back the four powers
Props to the school of the old and the roll with the golden
Microphone controllers got me totally open
So pen to the pad I had a serious start
But Wizdm wouldn't be complete without Mysterious Marx
I am the first son of a couple of foreigners
And I was born to spit fire still honoring our writers
And not for the fame or the name or scoring the bills
I be the first one to say man it's all about skills
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Verse 1: Cas Metah
They got eyes on us all day, eyes on our light poles
Eyes on our laptops, eyes on our iPhones
I know they waiting on Cas to turn to dry bones
'cause I been killing them from the eye of the cyclone
Cool, calm, collect on a path that's narrow
Far from an angel but his eye is on the sparrow
Ever since that time my eye stared down a barrel
I've been watching for the cowards in lions apparel
They'll try to scare you, they'll try to snare you
Stay out the trap, you ain't ready to make bear moves
You don't got the grizzly or the bone gristle
To live off the grid, unofficial
Listen, this whistle is high pitched
I don't dry snitch, you want fury? here's a fistful
Keep my name out your mouth and your eyes off my business
And that way we won't have to have any issues
Hook: MP Ancient
My eyes ain't blurry (ain't blurry)
No hurry, not a blind eye turned, no worries (no worries)
No judge, no jury (no juries)
It all comes to day light then it's in the plain sight
My eyes ain't blurry (ain't blurry)
No hurry, not a blind eye turned, no worries (no worries)
No judge, no jury (no juries)
It all comes to day light then it's in the plain sight
Verse 2: Cas Metah
In this digital era the air is filled with chemical terror
If the killings in Paris didn't share that
The sense of awareness is dense as the scare crow
This isn't Oz, I'm a wizard with an arrow
Whizzing toward the marrow of the skull and bones pharaohs
There's codes clothed in the flows, go wear those
Rise to define a divine style
Dr. Jekyll turns into a jackal every time you Hyde
You don't ever notice, distracted by the potions
Portions of poor focus poured into the oceans
Lands dried up, no poets, no trophies, no stoics
Mostly stowaways and free loaders
Free thinkers are a thing of rarity
The hollow minded love to follow blinded, it's a scary scene
Apparently parodies are the new kerosene
If you ask me they barely heat and sweeter than Dairy Queen
Hook: MP Ancient
My eyes ain't blurry (ain't blurry)
No hurry, not a blind eye turned, no worries (no worries)
No judge, no jury (no juries)
It all comes to day light then it's in the plain sight
My eyes ain't blurry (ain't blurry)
No hurry, not a blind eye turned, no worries (no worries)
No judge, no jury (no juries)
It all comes to day light then it's in the plain sight
Verse 3: MP Ancient
In the darkest of the hours they devour what they dabble in
Incantations, evil tongues when they babbling
I float over heads in those clouds full of dabs
So every high life ain't full of loud in that bag
My bad, I'm a high killer but I need you sober
Take a look around you Lucifer is taking over
It's do what thou will but it's not how I was built
So I shake it 'til it tilts, I'm Roddy Piper in a kilt
I wrestle 'til I drill, every move they manipulate
Contest what is real and what they do to initiate
Some say that blood sacrifice is how you infiltrate
But you can keep that dinner date they'll kill you on the interstate
I mean they'll kill you through your inner state, incinerate
Love another demon soul tie has got you inner laced
And all we do is stand by like good sheeple
And watch the world burn and we never call it evil
In plain sight
Hook: MP Ancient
My eyes ain't blurry (ain't blurry)
No hurry, not a blind eye turned, no worries (no worries)
No judge, no jury (no juries)
It all comes to day light then it's in the plain sight
My eyes ain't blurry (ain't blurry)
No hurry, not a blind eye turned, no worries (no worries)
No judge, no jury (no juries)
It all comes to day light then it's in the plain sight
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Verse 1: Casual
Bang that, Hiero got that reputable reputation
You need rest, ice, compression and elevation
In hip hop your boy made reservations
Open up the rhyme reservoir and let the liquid spill
Your chick is ill, the ass fat too
Might smash back through in a hazmat suit
Now pass that dude, Cas Metah and Casual
We gorge on your classical cassette tape casserole
Your whole crew high fructose
And you know you only got on rocking a loop hole
I rock over the whole loop
You see the genie swoop through on a magic carpet powered by a gold flute
I'm old school like Timbuktu
I bet ten bucks won't end up like them punks do, huh
My impact will leave a crater on the track
Or a hater on his back, I'm your flavor, it's your favorite, Rap
Hook: Wordsworth
We started at a level, only few remain
We hear you taking shots, you need better aim
We chose to never settle, we go against the grain
It's time that something change, it's time that something change
We started at a level, only few have made it
Hear our names debated, when talking who's the greatest
We chose to never settle, we go against the grain
It's time that something change, it's time that something change
Verse 2: Cas Metah
This is for the listeners still digging for the lyricists
Tripping off the points I made as if I built the pyramids
Point blank period
When Cas point ball points it's cold as Siberia, tell the jokers I'm serious
Written myriads of sentences since I been gifted with penmanship
Peeling caps back, killing it multi-syllabic
Delivering with militant march, filling you with venomous darts
You're witnessing your end when this starts
I'm a Scribbling Idiot many consider a tsar
Consistent with ripping bars into shards
Check the method, respect your elders
Don't rest your elbows on Metah's table unless your blessing seconds
Legends of the mic, left to right we gon' set it
We veterans on record, recognize the collective
Hiero, SI, EMC, bet it
Blow up on the net like the truth about Nine-Eleven
Hook: Wordsworth
We started at a level, only few remain
We hear you taking shots, you need better aim
We chose to never settle, we go against the grain
It's time that something change, it's time that something change
We started at a level, only few have made it
Hear our names debated, when talking who's the greatest
We chose to never settle, we go against the grain
It's time that something change, it's time that something change
Verse 3: Theory Hazit
Rap apocalypse, raps Thearthur spit'll get your mama hit
You ain't got to like me, but respect my conglomerate
'Cause you ain't worth my Twitter tweets, go on with your Twitter beef
Miss me with that bitter sweet, I'll diss you over Dilla beats
A real emcee, that keystyles for nerdcore and I'm not
The one you want to see, so keep my name in your blind spot
And you are not out rhyming me
My bars are Siamese, insist on trying me, you'll be ducking from my dynasty
So die nasty, new fans ask me "why you ain't on Humble Beast?"
You mean Beautiful Eulogy Records? next question
This rap profession ain't for you Zac Efron's
You funny style like you act in sketches
I say my name in my rhymes more than Sivion
Hazit, Hazit, Hazit, get on the level Theory on
Me and Metah veteran Ohio spitters
SI will rip it you can tell that we was raised on Hieroglyphics
Like that and uhh
Hook: Wordsworth
We started at a level, only few remain
We hear you taking shots, you need better aim
We chose to never settle, we go against the grain
It's time that something change, it's time that something change
We started at a level, only few have made it
Hear our names debated, when talking who's the greatest
We chose to never settle, we go against the grain
It's time that something change, it's time that something change
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