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Guest Room

by Cas Metah

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"I Strain" ft. CunninLynguists & JustMe Verse 1a: Deacon The Villain I need to leave who brings these sweet new things Sliding through the under currents of my deep blue sea Thunder warrants these shoe strings to be pulled tighter Move away from the fire in these new school lighters Burning me from the inside out, sin slide south You won't believe the fire damage that's inside my house I need to see, I can't breathe amongst the combustion watching smoke from lost hope rise in the sky I'm loved in Verse 1b: Cas Metah Wondering what's been done will get kissed bye-bye I was born proud, hovering under a storm cloud High times had my mind dripping like tie-dye, living on that fine line tripping Wishing to find Christ besides on Christmas, dying for a wonderful life That's why I strain for a lovable wife Someone to humbly protect from the rumble when lightening strikes Hook 2x: JustMe I strain beneath the weight of this burden My pain releases hate, stress and murder I gain from lifting, shifting and trudging Against the grain, can you feel the (**grunting and groaning**) Verse 2a: JustMe Excuse the grimace when pushed to my limits I must move the tenants of my mind to diminish Revenge I pretend to not plot But recently resentful thoughts got caught In me and even though I'm free from the shackles of sin Running back to that is hard to tackle For a weak and crying, cheating, lying, no-good dirty, rotten scoundrel It's a lot to handle Verse 2b: Cas Metah Scrambling to scrounge up an ounce of endurance to further my place in this race Searching for courage to face to the grace giver Head held high, when self would rather chase women playing the grave digger Pain paints pictures the blind said felt fine But you can't witness demise if you only touch The surface of the canvas, your hand must clutch the brush If you really want to understand what's what Hook 2x: Bridge a: **Scratching "The king down on my knees" Verse 3a: Natti Tsunami's sweeping upon me with venomous ways Cream lust rush my blood stream to get it with Yay Spending days making project tenement slaves From rocks on pipes to the personalized rocks on they graves All for the love of sinning with loose women Beginning with Goose blended with juice to reduce pimping Hell or high water, if it's both it's bubbling I brace my hands in the sand while my castle's crumbling Verse 3b: Cas Metah I face the stand in a stance anticipating judgment 'Cause them last days is coming And I'm 1-0-0 percent sure the past and present are pretty ugly Convicted of bloody assassination Ain't nothing funny to play with like untamed alligators Almost all out of ways to say it The topics been rotated like turntables Tidal waves taking me under the current behind the stage curtain where that pain lurking Hook 2x: Bridge b: ** Scratching "He realizing the wrong of his ways"
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"Front Runner" feat. Ahred, Sintax, Griffin, Sev Statik, Ajax, JustMe & Sojourn Verse 1a: Cas Metah Spitting real live fish stories bigger than you thought Living up to the talk, give it all you got, if you hot Then I'm freon infinity, riddling finicky emcees fiddling with gimmicks and mimicking MTV It's pitifully obscene, even off screen and off stage Y'all play yourself in all ways And always claiming to be doing Yahweh's will But tell me who you going to reach if y'all ain't skilled Verse 1b: Ahred I'm the illest cat on the planet with a flag and can't plant it Stakes is high when climbing the sky rhyming and I'm an addict To vocab and concept renegade head hunts and bomb threats The on-set of everything dope you've ever imagined And you're stranded beneath this freak of natures peak Where I've managed to land prose, b-boy pose to the beat Leaving no stone unturned or enemy flag unburned Everything you ever thought you knew has been unlearned Hook: Cas Metah So you want to be a front runner? Huh, trust me buddy, stay in your place and stay out of trouble You don't want it with them Rats from the Tunnel Deepspace5, Future Shock and S.I. the best crews And we let loose on young’un's So trust me sonny, stay in your place and stay out of trouble Learn your calling and follow it on the humble Learn your calling and follow it on the humble Verse 2a: Sintax Most of y'all choking on a plate of false diction Pretend pulp fiction, faking a Walt Whitman Same weak stick men wherever I roam Kids sweating these clones like a pair of foam headphones You want to be first, you got to be last All the Babylon kings of this earth will get gassed Get passed by the poor in spirit, they feet fast All these false prophets on blast Verse 2b: Griffin So you want to be a front runner, huh? Be a vicious contender My name is Griff, let me aid you in your business venture Any rumor you heard about it is nonsense Inquiring a title is a strenuous process Some think they tight and shorten they vocal lifespan Convinced they got it locked after re- of a writing But I don't feel the talk, that's why I answer it Respond with truth to these verbally challenged kids Hook: Verse 3a: Sev Statik Well it's the same old story I'm dumping on dudes Pushing up weight, pausing on fools The more you keep talking the more you lose Trying to save time without spending your last few Moments on ego, don't pick up the mic You should have left it alone 'cause you ain't doing it right From ministry to hip-hop you get us all laughed at You want to be a poser then pick up a back pack Verse 3b: Ajax Do you need a kid fence? Making no sense, absent minded pen use Confused little boy wets his bed With urinated flows of bad white noise I thought you were potty trained but you got a toddler brain A rotten tomato, eating play dough Regurgitating raps 'cause you ate too fast Just put down your pen and get back to your crayons Verse 4a: JustMe It ain't easy to follow the model at full throttle While you cuddle with a bottle we battle mono-a-mono Hotter than a sauna with the first and final Press verse to vinyl, we blessed, cursed and titled You don't really want it with the often taunted Then again if you got it go ahead and flaunt it Know that it's a haunted life to be sonic Like we said a slow burn, Sojourn speak up on it Verse 4b: Sojourn We're enthused to bend rules and send crews Into rap broke revisions and out of they bad luck decisions To challenge the mission of the risen revolutionary disciples on cypher Sessions or recording or performing lessons on Streets on mic control, Christ control life patrol Of one self on and off the beat, get it? We said it and let it live for us and everyone else in ear shot hear it Hear shock in audible form, you've been warned
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"Told You So" ft. Scribbling Idiots & Masta Ace Verse 1: Theory Hazit First of all ain't no punk in my DNA, my heart beat is lined up with the kick, snare and hi-hat I don't sample, I high jack the flyest jams of the 70's I carry the parachute regularly just in case I need to Wesley Snipes my father fire weaponry You better be checking the pedigree, my S.I. infantry moves above the law like God told us to rock the epiphany Get it crunk like Lil' Jon and them, wack rappers I'm bombing them Saying the same thing and ain't even rhyming in homonyms This ain't Live At 106 And Park, if you ain't spitting darts, you need to get lost, y'all fruit baskets is ruining hip-hop True, ain't even ripping hard, we, we keep it ghetto like drinking Kool-Aid out of the pickle jar, It's bizarre like the far ride to the Pharcyde Got it locked like Apartheid, T-H-E-O-R-Y Hazit is something miraculous so better your flow And yo I speak for everybody when I'm letting you know Hook: JustMe (You can say I told you so) We been sitting on chrome And spitting off dome While you sitting at home We been flipping these poems so you can (You can say I told you so) It's been a long, hot summer But you ought not wonder If we got that hunger because we told you so Verse 2: Masta Ace When I spew venom rappers bleed like blue denim I fool with them, flows crisper than new linen Y'all better respect the name Ace I got on my game face, and we can't exist in the same place So somebody gots to go And you can't watch the flow it's impossible And though I'm old in age I control the stage so stay in line or skate like rollerblades And if y'all chose to rap I'm opposed to that Somebody left the door open, I'm a close it back Slam it in your face, burn the welcome mat He need to get out the game, I'm a help him pack He need to find a new profession My crews aggression will turn your lies to a true confession We spitting on all y'all dudes It's Ace and Cas, you can't say we ain't warn y'all dudes, come on Hook: Verse 3: Cas Metah Yo we pound heroes into ground-zero rubble Kamikaze’s causing your towers to tumble That's power summoned from the dome of terror Look at the golden-era of 1-9-9-5 with hindsight focus I had just began spitting flows when Sittin' On Chrome hit like Yogi Berra Highly inspired by "The I.N.C. Ride" to leak pints onto blue loose leafs even before the ink dries On the bottom of the page, now I'm rocking on this stage Already waiting for haters to fall in line like locks twisted in braids Got them mad at Cas for collaborating with the greatest of all time Not wasting the call to rhyme I'm going after mine like echoes Trying to rise like the price of petro Bro this ain't a game of go fish, you can't match Ace Metah said so with no catch phrase To be com-pressed, like Rasheed's wax plates I'm willing to bet this track will have you grabbing a back brace Taking us to claims court to compensate loss You better tape a masked face on like M.F. DOOM before your last day dawns I'm not trying to be rude but most dudes I used to bump growing up new stuff sucks Trust me it sucks to say it, I hate playing the hater But I will not be a liar, retire or get your weight up Hook: Bridge: We letting you know, from N.Y. to Ohio It's S.I. the return of flow, about to blow up
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"Real" ft. Mouth Warren & Holmskillit Hook: Cas Metah As we stand here you know it's so (real) Before people used to keep it so (real) Can't forget them times Can't forget them chimes in the wind Where you wanted it to be (real) As we stand here you know it's so (real) Before people used to keep it so (real) Can't forget them times Can't forget them chimes in the wind You just wanted it to be (real) Verse 1: Cas Metah You were mister go-getter One of the first to pick up the pen and scribble a hick-up Your description abilities convinced a smidgen of these Self-proclaimed real deal listeners to dig your verses And that's a purpose you felt was worth it So you helped and turned it from hell eternal But not before having smoke blown in your eyes Alone in the fire, up late night like Conan O'Brien Moaning and crying "why is life so real in the field?" The soul murderer's lurking in search of the healed Aiming ammunition sealed to steal ambition You were going to get your shield when it hit you And got peeled by the past tense witches With their brew and stews and brooms Distracted by reality you actually lose mathematically too But cracking and bruised you back to the booth As if you never left, acting a fool, that's real Hook: Verse 2: Mouth Warren Real like the code I chose to live by Never lose the focus on hopeless unknowner’s that's trying to poke at this eagle eye Isn't always the truth at times If it wasn't for my heart I would have lost my soul and my mind And as I stand here know that it's Z-O-E, Zoe But I didn't want it like that for reasons that may seem slow Although I am a son of man I must admit There's nothing granted to be taken advantage of except That which has always been around close by Hi I overstand that I am a natural goldmine so whatever happened to them old times And picking up chess pieces didn’t seem that contentious Now you're unable to tell the angle ones coming from the games deceptive in a manger restless, unable to change the checklist Because your arms ain't fully developed yet to perform a death wish But I didn't want it like that those, tic tac toe Back to basic fundamentals, rhymes equal actual life in me Hook: Verse 3: Holmskillit Feel the music through the breeze guiding you to where you need to be Started out genuine then found a foreign frequency As if the prodigal son, squandering your gifts with strangers and danger Who live by lies and myths, superstition, zodiac, big-bang theories Disconnected from your roots disrespecting the truth Until it all fell down, no bail held down By the ones you started out with learning what life’s about kid You go for what you know and if you don't know you stay 'Cause bad association spoils youthful habits everyday They show up, when you grow up, you know better Through cold weather hold the family together To stay warm stray from the fake away from harm Awakened by the facts, consequences and a swarm Of love to help you get through it, back to the music The home is where the heart is, and you know that the art is God given not man made so start living Obey in Him and not men 'cause that's prison When you get free, stick with the program Reach your spiritual goals and fall back for no man Everyday's a new chapter, new lessons to capture New weapons get set for the rapture S.I., Holmskillit, 4th Disciple Tote the Bible like a rifle leaving lies stifled, real Hook:
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"I Will Go" feat. LMNO & Manchild Verse 1: LMNO Where I stand I'm supposed to be And I affect those who are close to me Living vocally, global, not only locally An honest struggle, serving God wholly Been in the lion's den, with a pen Fending off all these wicked men, it's a God send Blend with the crowd, stick out exemplary Switch gears and live out this destiny I will go, I will go, I will go, I will go Will I go, Will I go, Will I go, Will I go? Promote peace and love from God above Salvation doesn't have denomination plus He doesn't force feed so why would we Be over zealous with the truth which comes free With a fee, stricken, yes He's risen I doubt Christ would have called himself a Christian Missing the spirit by attaching a body Can't come to the phone now, I'm answering my calling Hook: Scratching "Go" Verse 2: Cas Metah Brought to life from the cemetery God give me air to breathe, grant me heir to the king And armor to guard harm from the adversary Too scared to believe it's your will for little me to team with visionaries and see Past the trap of my little city's green scenery until I'm fifty and them some Sent to get in the mix and win some This is a mission I won't be quitting So you're killing minutes if you're bent on switching this decision Which is slowing down tempo of mental now And simply spending more weekends chilling with more children than emcees Equipping wisdom with discipline versus drifting and feeling empty so listen I've been delivered from prison more than any criminal still in it 'cause his grace is sufficient So no sense in getting argumentative with the enemy solo when he attempt to crawl under my skin I pray and pay a brother or sister a visit so those Deceiving, thieving demons treating me as a wimp leave in the wind So cold, yo, so hold on If you in a similar position then it won't be long, so go Hook: Verse 3: manCHILD (Go) know what I know, get low when I walk to the door Fill it up with a spark and a glow Set it off when I'm rocking a show Bring them in 'cause I'm willing to win Hit them once with the truth then I hit them again Village idiot killing it, spit in the wind Too militant to minister, the villain is in (go) Run it on back, rip through but I cut no slack What a wonderful way down Small town break into a city on tap but you didn't know that Will I go? Well I don't see yet Get, ready, set see these bets We following hollering on a get down train line headed for a sign marked "no regrets" (Go) but we can't see it the same way I'll practice preparation while they preaching that it's game day Stomping where I'm walking while they tip-toeing to play safe Faith alone banner waving, saving up the days grace (no) Can't go there, somebody got to set things clears Dig deeper to the reason I write this and dig a little deeper to the reason that He sent me here Manchild on a mission, the ignition to turn Start in the heart then they're feeling the burn Get out the way or we're skipping your turn Get what you earn, you're beginning to learn (Go) but I'm pitiful and limited I'm finished, strip the system of the gimmicks that we're stricken with Consider this a flare gun, warning shot, storm siren Sounding off to let you know we coming with the raw silence Hook:
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"Die Tryin'" ft. Chapter 13 Verse 1: Cas Metah Welcome to the underground Where it's like swimming up stream that's why some are going to drown Just trust He and study the hustling functions of the industry if you want to abound You better be in the streets of more than a couple towns And tour a dozen places before your buzz is wasted 'Cause patience plus dedication, that's what it takes to make it The combination isn't complicated or beyond your comprehension It's really simple if you listen You were given a gift for written speech that speaks to anyone within reach willing to pay attention Consider this the motivation to stand and be seen You know the tree roots now it's time to meet the branches and leaves The season for vanity has past, why fight it? Stop staring in this mirror, go blow or die trying Hook 2x: Zero Basement I'm a die trying, whether I make it or not I'm a die trying, never thinking to stop I'm a die trying, making this music because If I die trying then I died doing what I love Verse 2: Zero Basement I know with certainty that I can over come adversity 'Cause hip-hop's opened up the world for me It's probably only just a word for each of you But for me it's truth past on, we produce rap songs to teach the youth the culture Which roots are so pure, there's no words to truly describe it's own worth And I'm so sure this is what I want to do with my life There's nothing that's going to ruin my rhyme So in due time I'll prove I'm one of the few trying to take it to new heights I paid my dues twice So I'll never lose sight, keep it in perspective 'Cause it needs to be respected to ever be used right I'd rather be true to myself then become rich with some gimmick so my music will sell And end up getting disillusioned by wealth For even just one minute I could lose myself and I refuse to ever give up Hook 2x: Verse 3: Kory Calico I make this music as a legacy to leave to the future In a age of plastic rappers, ex-users leech off consumers Look in my eyes, I done been to the gutter and back So I push product like I'm tall, teeing it up in the trap I just hope that the brothers react At least part of the time, they hearts and their minds are caught in a rhyme I found rap fuels a flame that makes my memory spark The soundtrack that plays out the crescendo in my heart Have you ever loved something so much you'd die for it (me neither) Until I matched that first track with the right chorus Now I choose my words carefully, watch for the vultures It's more than a melody you can get lost in the culture I'm from the blocks where niggas bust shots like every night And black boys grow up worshipping Pac and Eric Wright So now we write in code for all the time we owed And die trying with this life we chose Hook 2x:
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"Rhyme Life" feat. Ruffian & Listener Hook: Listener It's tough to find time when you never stop to listen It's hard to write rhymes when you can't see your vision You need proof, just lose your eye sight You need truth, put your ear to my rhyme life It's tough to find time when you never stop to listen It's hard to write rhymes when you can't see your vision You need real, then pull this line tight You can't feel, just hold my rhyme life Verse 1: Ruffian Barriers and cages, chains and shackles Aim for the axle and shut down this area that hate us I been accused and enslaved on slave ships for what they made it Trapped in a tomb, with low self-esteem and couldn't move Someone help me please I'm coming through Blind-folded and hand-cuffed Until I stuck my chest out and manned up Script the script and format the format I lift my lips and put my voice where the Lord at And demand love so they can hate me God's been writing ever song that I'm making lately So go ahead and get your bread and lose your talent You're over-said and under-wrote, what you do ain’t balanced And I'm equivalent on both sides when I'm giving it my whole nine Your soul lies and mine it stands up A soldier for the Lord, my pen is the boulder to the board Catapult my thoughts to the sky and when I land bruh You feel like you was caught in a lie, more like salt in the eye You got to lose your sight to realize (to realize what?) What's real and what's real lies Hook: Verse 2: Cas Metah Gather around the black line horizon scattered about Stare at my bare, blank background Soon to be consumed with the matter that looms within cocoons Until the butters fly, flutter high above the sky in deep space Then deflate to deep sea dive and flood your mind With flats and sharps as I attack the sharks Attempting to nibble at the rhythm Scripted with intricate precision in arpeggio patterns as if I should be flattered But actually I'm feeling rather flattened Tattered, tainted by the quaint queries hearing your leery theories Layered with blanketed statements Face invaded with teary optics, how eerily ironic 'Cause I thought that I could steer clear of problems like this But somehow I got them and now my house is haunted By clouds of blurred perception Ready to form precipitation any second But since I'm not the one to reflect upon negative Let me reiterate to say thanks for helping wash the sleep out of my eyes You're so graciously kind I apologize for not finding more time to be blind So I'll stroke the chords and write more songs in the key of rhyme life Hook: Verse 3: Listener Now I have no qualms with the folks that test themselves As if they get enjoyment from knowing when they should stop and check their health I live music, I am the rhyme I have a beat that is my life, my heart pumps breaks throughout the night The rhyme in my lung fills voids with every verse And the snare in my spine cracks every time it's like a curse My health is fragmented, spacey for all to sample Dismantle heads and hang them high above my mantle Rap songs to me is like listening to candles All bright and flickering to the wind providing only temporary light And in the end it never handles the currents And gets snuffed out by it's own melted foundation I've done too many raps, my own brain disowns half of them And the few that I dig scream when I say I'm their father Even though they know I'm the only one rapping them Is it because I'm saying the things that everyone wishes they could but don't Because they try so hard to write a hit that so far hasn't hit And to me that's a limit and I'm sorry you chosen to lock yourself up like that Bridge: **Scratching "'Cause I was born with a talent to rhyme"
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"Find Time" feat. BC & Playdough Hook: BC I'm trying to find time to relax I'm trying to find time to retract the feedback Trying to find time just to ease back So please BC rap 'cause I keep trying to find where my times at Verse 1a: Sean P I got to go, I'm racing the clock I'm holding a stop watch, plaid shorts and tube socks The crews flock when they heard the groove rock But they call my bluff I had to get up, get up, get up and do something Choking on the smoke The raps they spoke, I had to show them my quote You'd think I'm Edgar Allen Poe when I spit what I wrote Never no more will a sucker score, never no more Verse 1b: Eric Clock out, no clout, too many dues that I'm paying Making me write all night as I'm stepping to the A.M. Righteousness is through Christ as we bringing our A game No plain Jane, given phony rappers a migraine We stepping up the level something fresh with the same name We pushing back wackness like they pushing back ProPain So refrain from wasting time I'm chasing this rhyme scheme And missing opportunities as fast as my life seems Hook: BC I'm trying to find time to relax I'm trying to find time to retract the feedback Trying to find time just to ease back So please Cas Metah rap 'cause I keep trying to find where my times at 'Cause we trying to find time, we trying to find time yo, just to ease back Cas we trying to find time, yo, you trying to find time, Cas Metah show them how to rap like Verse 2: Cas Metah This and that, that and this distracting my wish to grab at my pad and my pen yo And that's fine when it's Christ 'Cause Christ is life and minus him I don't even exist bro Where the problem lies is Business empty of purpose and service, that's when it gets dizzying Ah fiddle sticks I'm slipping again Someone slip me some Riddalin, no I'm kidding kid I don't get into pills I keep it biblical It keeps me living full plus it's more medicinal Listen fool the Idiots rule We spit it cooler and smoother than we did when in school That's because we found time to do what we were born dying to do It's true I don't have time to lie to you But now I got to dead line because the sixteenth bar is arriving soon My rhyme is through yo Hook: BC I'm trying to find time to relax I'm trying to find time to retract the feedback Trying to find time just to ease back So please Playdough rap 'cause I keep trying to find where my times at Verse 3: Playdough Yo you want to find time man I'm hunting it too You find a second to wreck it then buddy give me a clue I got a lot of little chores, world touring to do The second hand keep on slipping and it's ticking at two It say twenty-two and ooh I'm in need of a shower Could I please get an hour just to re-power up my soul 'Cause I know I was younger and time was moving slow Now I'm heating up the hunger and taking it to go Breaking up the flow Here come an Idiot that can spit saying he's my little Christian brother bro And I know I ain't really got the time to flow I'm busy shining my glow just trying to blow Cas Metah stop trying my cell It's vibrating everyday and I been trying to tell These little boy blues hard dues made me a hustler Man I ain't got the time for you youngsters but I'm trying
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"2nd Second" feat. Mouth Warren, Deuce Complex & Griffin Verse 1: Mouth Warren It was a grim blackness that hovered over his attacker As he screamed out with extreme doubt "how could this happen to me?" Caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time type of thing Although you know, Christ was inside of him He got a little too proud like he never could be touched By the wrath of his very own tongue when he spoke too much About one thing, the same thing over and over again The kid clearly had issues his attacker must have known this And took that into consideration As each one of them walked on eggshells in the silence of that cold winter night Behold the deed was done A snow angel is no angel without a halo sprayed on, no angles Knocked out cold to the snow, slightly inebriated Half-conscious, all he could see was stars The attacker kept his act together until Jesus came back And from then on stopped going to whiskey bars loaded Hook: Cas Metah Walking with us you better watch where you step Talking with us you better watch who you test You don't get a second second to make a first impression So you better come correct (you better come correct) Walking with us you better watch where you step Talking with us you better watch who you test You don't get a second second to say you're sorry Before this mighty mid-west army push you off the ledge Verse 2: Cas Metah These two-sided joker dudes think I can't see the phone booth And I can't stand a man that can't stand on his own two So I devised a plan to bury fools if necessary rules ain't followed through with I know you're loving the new ish this crew dish, ill as Jason Williams is with assists But the crown only goes to princes and apprentices The list is in and you didn't get picked to represent this thick royal bloodline We split boys with one rhyme and run time off their toy stop watches Destroying their ninja armor, when our darts hit your hearts it's revenge and karma We leave you sitting in your piss and vomit Yeah it gets retarded, the harder you think you are we just rip you harder That's the start to your finish So make sure them stars in your memory bronzed and polished The game don't tolerate tarnish Hook: Verse 3a: Deuce Complex Splash head first now the concrete feet Low pro, seldom seen so this is how we meet No second second for no second guessing This is the lesson and directions for the next contestant Crack the whip, you were asked to spit accurate And now you mumbling, fumbling like it's some new comers you coming against Did you come here to dance or did you come here to sit? Kid 'cause in the O-H we the number one pick Each and everything you doing we done done it Hundred times over, gun click mind over One flick of the lighter over flammable soaked parameter Amateur’s float like smoke in the wind Verse 3b: Griffin It's over we win, told you we leave you're chin swole Tester or resolve get sent home without your Timbo's And best believe when you head out you're going to get told "Pass the message to your kinfolk" Quick go get your click 'fore Griff Burn a O until you're hip no fit I'll change your mind on how a sick flow spit Yeah, a rat king I'm that mean I split your wig Raised by Dax, might as well forget the old tricks One of the mightiest reps on the track Coming out the tiniest speck on the map Asking where the real competitors at Matter of fact save your breath 'cause your words will play you And pride could steer your own tongue to betray you Hook:
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"Laying The Foundation" feat. Lightheaded Verse 1a: Cas Metah I'm lightheaded to infinity Built to be an entity sent to intercede in between scenes Pleading these seeds can see the need to receive Jesus And be free from iniquities penalty Verse 1b: Braille Yo, Cas Metah passed me the mic so I run with it I shine light 'cause the Son's in it we done did it now Unlimited grace offered, we going get it Got to flip this style in a way that reflects how we living now Listen close to this Verse 1c: Othello Ambition and mixing with the decision to lift your fist up Intending to split the system risking being a statistic sure But I insist the risk is worth giving a vision birth Consistence serves a purpose in setting a pace so we can work Verse 1d: Ohmega Watts Twenty four-seven add rest the minds racing in dreams reflect thoughts on the brain that stay in heavy rotation I want a generation to rise free to be ones self The choice is yours to decide and I'm here to provide the help but I Hook: Othello Gots to get it, I gots gots to get it Constant contact with the cause Trying times show vital signs Fight until the final rhyme, fly out of sight not out our minds Flight now personified in staying grounded Stand against the winds and the heat pounding For real, build for the master, corner stone captured In laying the foundation for those who follow after Verse 2a: Braille I stand center-stage sound waves penetrate minds and perpetuate Motion of the mental state status I elevate You can't exaggerate the love of God 'cause it's infinite Gifted to give it when we collaborate Verse 2b: Ohmega Watts It's like magic by illusionists but with fruit that uplifts a solar connect With mans life source to intercept ill communication that's televised I won't rest until eyes are lifted to see we been gifted for a time as this Verse 2c: Cas Metah We align side by side as like minds Combining to bind any enemy attempting to empty these emcees hollow But we stay following our calling You decoys not popping like a b-boy Verse 2d: Othello And it goes like even in cold nights of snow white quarters closed tight Low heights under froze pipes No light Holy Ghost writes that your soul might recite right Ignite strike to glow bright Hook: Verse 3a: Othello (Yo what time is it?) Ha, you know what time it is Climbing in my assignment to enlighten the minds that's been Trying to find a diamond in the rough as the times you're in You know the type of gem where you can see life inside of it Verse 3b: Cas Metah Word, hiding in a pile of grimy dirt hurting to unearth Inserted into the surface for the purpose of service The verdict is in, get your vertebrae straight and back up You can't front on verses that blend Verse 3c: Ohmega Watts With chemistry to provide remedies to those stricken in hells kitchen Praying for an antidote of hope to those who listen When doves fly peace will stain the canvas of your life’s back drop Let me remind you this is more than hip-hop Verse 3d: Braille Visit the roots of this, the nucleus of the life we lead Seed sown grown into a tree of wisdom bearing fruit None should parish but apparently the lack of transparency Is killing us carelessly, life abundantly we all Hook 2x:
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"Gravity" feat. Adan Genesis Verse 1a: Adan Genesis In the middle of a blank page and a magnum-opus I sit with split focus between the bogus and hopeless A situation I'd love to change, kids no one wants to claim Can took all the hunger pains I've seen too much of the same It's A-D-A-N an accent above the name The Clubber Lang of gutter slang I came to run this thing The Rosa Parks of my destiny sitting still indefinitely And I only yield my seat for the disabled or elderly Verse 1b: Cas Metah Lay me in the shade I'm sweltering I swear I felt the flames hell could claim once the bells had rang Devastated waiting for a desert rain Metah's pains weigh heavy when blood stained hands lay steady in chains Whether you're ready to pay the rates or exchange plans is a decision you can't erase in the end Your tin man tenacity is lacking the vernacular for correctly repping any gravity Verse 2a: Cas Metah I only work within a circle of deep rooted, down to earth humans Who can speak fluent upon the peace movement to cross streets in unison With the cause to keep accruing the cost for beefs brewing Beneath sewers the lost, To under siege scuba diving with like minded lives Living in ruin using the moss to disguise the what-would-be's you could title We hold idols over God like it's not vital Verse 2b: Adan Genesis This is for our core fans who can't stand for the store brands Official S.I., The Remnant you're in sure hands Better warn them poor kids, vocally we be the fork lifts This stage is our construction site in tonight’s performance And I'm Reverend John Peaky with a pinch of Young Jeezy Spit the type of truth that makes the group uneasy Put that on my dreadlocks and you can take your best shot 'Cause I'm a hold it down like paper weights upon your desktop
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"This Can't Be True" feat. T-Mo Goodie & Jawz Of Life Verse 1: T-Mo Goodie This can't be true, the true trill translator Sunnyside, Westside, Highside focus on the billboard I fly G-4 every seat first class concord overseas Enemies freeze I got immunity diplomatic songs like Jim Jones See I can run my city if I want, but I don't want the stress or the headache Rather be with my fishing rod somewhere on the lake Big bear no care, Brandy, Caleb and Skyler this can't be true, who-dee-who D.F. be the crew, Goodie Mob back together going strong every song Believe it's back on, to the fullest, Zone one, son of a gun Total rehabilitated herb smoker with the Twin, like Minneapolis St. Paul Minnesota Hook: T-Mo Goodie & Cas Metah I thought I told you about this A-T-L dirty dirty I thought I told you about this A-T-L dirty dirty The dirty dirty, hold it strong to the dirty dirty I thought I told you about that O-H-I-O player I thought I told you about that O-H-I-O player So throw your O's up, I'm back with the Dungeon Family And another anthem you can bang to player Verse 2: Cas Metah I'm having big dreams of mixing pen ink with this dungeon Jinsing And dispensing hits crushed to the fence blending mind bending beats With the sickest emcees that ever spit This is the men’s league where the finish line's a mansion on your teams home base Like the homie Rico Wade, that's cream for days Yeah I'm holding down the Field in O-H Yet East Point stay my favorite location to get away to Go ahead and hate I can wait bro I'm a patient focused player, slow to anger but so dangerous On a banger with T-Mo from G-Mo-B Oh you ain't know we cool, you like "this can't be true" Well too bad 'cause Killa Cas has news for dudes who snooze On moves pursued quick as Trinidad bruise This is that ooh-wee you knew we grew in the lab And matter of fact you can shoot me if I'm lying Hook: Verse 3: Jawz Of Life We kind of met like this Logged on, click, new request Cas Metah friendship Hmmm... I guess I'll go on and accept him Heard the guy like Life, use the mic as a weapon Scroll down found T-Mo Goodie, oh he A-Town down Okay now we good we can exchange info MP3 the beat from Ohio, D-E-C is me Good you now know, East Point greatest hits and Decatur greatest spit, stronger D.F. click Fits I used to find myself pitching in '06 No more complaining shoulder got tendinitis Considered one of the best when I tend to write this John Brown touchdown or Johnny Unitas, throw them Ghost write for them, alias, Arthur Writis ASCAP your rap, who is new to this? Hook: Bridge: **Scratching "Turn your lies to a true confession"
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"Get Right" feat. Soul P. & MotionPlus Verse 1: Soul P. After a long night of drinking I'm thinking about my soul I never knew my life would get this far in a hole Fall apart right in front of my eyes without control This is the moment that I feared the most and I can't go no further Living life like this will kill a soldier, in the past I tried getting it right, it didn't last All the ladies showing me love, they want to play tag So my phones on overload and I'm doing them bad Dime pieces, the homie steady calling for bags Riding dirty all the time looking out for the task Had low eyes lower in the club with the fam Clearing calls from my girl, Grey Goose in my glass Do a little two step while she shaking it fast Feeling myself 'cause I popped one of them batman's Face screwed up and it's whatever with any man I know I ain't living right so I got to get it right Hook 2x: Soul P. The daily struggles in the day of a man will make a man fall down in his hands And if he don't rise from it he'll probably die from it, and never get it right in the end Verse 2: Cas Metah Wake and bake became a daily routine as a teen Breathing for one thing only other than my hip-hop dreams The homies know me as king of the green Rolling and bowling like striking pens, I'm fighting sins Dying to win with Dr. Jekyll against the Mr. Hyde within But I commence to hide within 'cause my pride is thick Third eye is shift and now I'm trying to ride the fence Man this life's a trip I don't know what's killing me quicker, the ism or the suspense And this liquor I'm sipping, it ain't helping either My spirit is torn between deceiver and redeemer so it's needing cleaning In Jesus I'm a believer, I know he's real I can feel him Now if only I can keep him here near me on the regular I'd be a better son and better off overall, Lord please help me be slow to fall Hook 2x: Verse 3: MotionPlus I seen the glow of the streets while my soul was incomplete It was calling like mothers voices when it's time to come and eat I reached deep into my can't do's, haunted by my past views Click-clacking artillery and bearing my sets tattoos A true street child, asphalt bloodstream I blast off to crush dreams and send off to bust things My nickname was Bill Blast for a reason Faced a two-to-five, living up to it's completion Man my breathing hindered quick up in that courtroom The truth pierced my heart with the prosecutions harpoon No cartoon could illustrate how I was functioning A puncture wound and pride inside with the pain rushing in I'm tussling scared to death to see a re-trial About to lose my mind like an elder going senile Lord you're in control and your mercy is mine to grab Needless to say Jesus Christ is the best offense to have and it's like that Hook 2x:
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"Goodbye" feat. OneLife Verse 1: OneLife Twelve-thirty at night, I'm pacing down the avenue Above the speed limit, the destination I travel to My heart's racing, waiting for her insight Got the music too loud, yelling at the stop light I spotted her crib, turned on the left signal Waiting for this car to pass, it's pretty simple Debating with myself if I should go in or not Take a look at my watch and see how much time I got Opened up the car door and left this planet on the concrete One step closer like Goapele She opens up the door expecting my arrival Greeted me with a kiss, stepped back, looked and smiled Took me by the hand, ready to get it started Throat was sort of dry so I asked for a glass of water She pours a glass, take a glance, this chick is banging Gave me a wink with her left eye, my flesh-guy's inhaling Her perfume is so sweet it fills the room Waiting to exhale so I can unveil the hidden truth She shows me some photography, poses astonishing She's ill with the gift by the way her name's Mahogany I'm sort of stalling, I admitted I had to go Took one last drink of my water sort of slow I'm sort of stalling, "look baby I have to go" expressed this weight off my chest and then I left, goodbye Hook 2x: Cas Metah (Goodbye) bye-bye baby bye-bye Goodbye to them thighs, goodbye to them eyes of deception Goodbye to the lies utilized as a weapon To keep me restless and keep me sweating Verse 2: Cas Metah Hey yo girl come over here and sit down 'Cause right about now we got some issues we need to sift through You been around for well, seems like forever I was thought you was fine and to my surprise I never had to try to get you Guess I underestimated the clever things that you're capable of saying and doing Baby you fooling and I ain't feeling it Doing good about concealing it Telling those type of lies to blind my eyes of recognizing real But now I know the deal so no longer will you steal from this Heart and soul, part and go find another brother to control Oh and just in case you're wondering who told me of those deceitful ways you cheat and game Remember that dude who lives upstairs you tried to play back in the day before we met I never knew him then, not until I moved in here But last night he caught me in the hall Schooled me on your rep top to bottom, bottom to top Had me in awe like "nah, how could someone have done me so wrong so long and I not saw" I wanted to dismiss it as gibberish until the more I thought The more it made sense and now I'm convinced That's why I'm breaking this relationship off, calling it quits I'm leaving you to be with truth baby, bye-bye-bye Hook 2x: Bridge: OneLife & Cas Metah (Goodbye) bye-bye, bye-bye, goodbye, goodbye Baby bye-bye, bye-bye Bye-bye, bye-bye, goodbye-goodbye, Baby bye-bye, baby bye-bye (Goodbye)
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"Don't Doubt" feat. Theory Hazit, k-Drama, Wonder Brown, Kaz, Mouth Warren, Intellect & Griffin Verse 1a: Theory Hazit Yo another one from the O, this is my home Home of Ken Griffey, home of thuggish ruggish Bone Home of Killarmy, Hi-Tek and Brother Tone Home of JazzFest and those spots that's blown Home of Five Deez and the Catalysts of Lone Home of Haley Berry, Dave Justice and Juice Lee Zapp and Roger Troutman, George Clinton and Bootsy Home of Ohio Players, Midnight Star and the Isley's Home of Kenny P., D-Maub, Mood and Skillit Ohio is the state but our noise is much iller Verse 1b: k-Drama Hey face the facts I'm not a back pack Tunnel Rat but my sintax over tracks got them running back I'm not a Scribbling Idiot just an affiliate Trying to teach idioms to idiots to pull them out of Idiocy and make all other idiots see that Sin taxes is not worth the interest Clench the redemption, check out the percentage I enjoy whole life even if I don't make it big Even if they doubt my homeland, but my ground they dig Y'all love Ohio and don't even know it Verse 1c: Wonder Brown Bridging a gap wonderful underground in treach the mid-west In jest to help ingest your cave then crave and aim at mid-chest I'm claiming big Ohio status and that's the O-H-I-O My yo, birds, possum, deer, road kill on every mile My guile over this beat can't be beat by any style I'm wild, similar to an urban version Gomer Pile I'm saving 'cause your music's like giving a buck for your bile When you're claiming nothing was something When nothing but nothing's your style So don't ever in your life tag my mic for country bumpkin And I'm sure you're loving the life you live so let me tell you something Hook: 2x **Scratching: "Don't doubt the O-H-Ten and face the facts yo / Ohio / Don't be confused / Tell them where we be at / Don't doubt the O-H-Ten and face the facts yo" Verse 2a: Kaz Yo, they call me Kaz from the Glass City Who's bold enough to clash with me? I'm collapsing his lung Capacity's gone, I don't brag or ask anyone, I'm a handle this A notepad attract kiddies done, hold my cell phone I'll hoe slap, won't take him for his whole stash, too many ones I can't flash that, I'm broke, no cash, a broke vocab, I'm so close when stuff looks bad I rock these Timberlands, a hoodie, sagging, over stuffed book bag What's up with that?, they wonder why I carry this image It's 4-1-9 nigga until the day they bury me in it Verse 2b: Mouth Warren We're all indigenous to this place like the coqui from Puerto Rico mijo Visiting your scene to make a little loft for the emo people In exchange for soul music With a sound exclusive to the mid-west You'll drown in the fluid 'cause it's thick, so don't do it You won't prove or impress the best And I think I can speak for everybody when I say that we all are What's been missing in this game for so long Listen for the sounds we make in Ohio And it don't stop, won't quit, the molecules we move and that's a plus I'm Maury Warren already part of the problem that started this buzz Verse 2c: Intellect This tactical threat that has been globally positioned to drop bombs and hit targets The marksmen, up in a land full of marked men Mole-locks who fiend for underground hip-hop That steadily drops within the boarders of my section The talent is rich, crop is thick, manifesting game plans Masses are gathering, wrecking the area Streets and boroughs, railways non-commercial This is a take over global and universal My verbal rehearsal causing mad crowd dispersal This is verbal milk from Ohio Hook 2x: Verse 3a: Griffin First off who worse off in a cypher? your squad Beats lead to fits of rage I vent with unrehearsed bars True to nothing but the game, music's my only birthmark Don't need to kiss the sky these grave diggers and earth stars And beautify them all to be a light in the dark See Tunnel Rat or not I'm a unravel the plot Handle the mic when I drop how a thug handle a glock Get your back but Ohio State colors all that I rock I eat rhymes, sleep rhymes, breathe rhymes, cross the line But never test the faith I put in this little cross of mine Verse 3b: Cas Metah Yo I hope by now you know who hold the crown Old to new school, golden fool-proof sounds abound from where we lounge The cluttered gutter underground Where ground round gets hunted by blood hounds Where some say gun play will get you gunned down on any given Sunday Town to town plus we renowned for our runways But if you want waves just watch us hit the stage and rock it But don't doubt the current in these waters 'Cause we're quick to get crowds nauseous from nodding they noggins In this hip-hop mosh pit causing emcee sickness So bear witness to eight of the states very hottest Who all carry crosses regardless if our market garners large profits That doesn't stop us or our progress, you can't bury the bonds we got My home run things with no club swings So come see the O's unseen bust seems in the pocket of a five bar loop length I'm the hip-hop games LeBron James All y'all hating on this player better save your hoop dreams and... 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"Up And Coming" feat. Sivion & Praverb Verse 1: Sivion Watch as the sun and the moon poke fun at the dunes And the noon time soon climb through Over take the loose and shake your boots and shrug off the enemy Fighting off the night because this light is such a friend to me Spirit be super charged bright when it's hitting me Lyrically Sivion ignites, are you kidding me? Here me calling out for the rights that were given me Throw your hands, three fingers, fight for the trinity Ya'll can take naps while Christ take victory laps 'Cause ya'll write mystery raps with history gaps Misery attracts company 'Cause a pessimistic outlook is something we Don't condone hold the phone higher level Chromosone Take me home higher than the atmospheric o-zone In fact we flow with powers greater than your circumstance Embrace the arms of God understand Hook 2x: Living, breathing, growing, loving Life with every breath in his love is up and coming No time to doubt, no time to fall Spread this love out to each and all So heed the call Verse 2: Praverb It's P-Viz, I let the Holy Ghost start filling me with energy Bleach my thoughts, blank my memories Place me within this ministry with like-minded peeps My beliefs got me down on bended knee instantly Not born in a lab, reproduced chemically He suffocates the flesh so we can grow spiritually Not after girls, Lincoln's or even Kennedy's I'm about to teach, ignite both parts like it was symmetry Church and hip-hop can co-exist identically We need to uplift souls and finally start killing these Weak spirits that draw us in Crawling or slithering like snakes, no debate on who is great Start listening to the Word, shepherd the lost herd We near the last days so what God do you serve? The world or the Lord? think about it If you a soldier for Christ then I want you to shout it Hook 2x: Verse 3: Cas Metah These song birds perch on top of chops to chirp That is we drop verses up high above the surface Not urged with causing applause But rather to show how sovereign God is, so the Godless gather, ponder and respond And stop falling beyond the calling upon The very life and breath buried within the heighth and depth of soul walls Like it's just alright to rest, knife that mess with a hacksaw y'all got Christ to rep So tighten the net and climb the steps, tippy-toe across the cat walk Don't settle for back wash, that's not pure The only for sure cure is served in a great big bottle of living water Sunday through Monday be the clay, follow the potter on this one way road Honor the father make an oath to let him come take hold Of your cold dark heart that's been whole-baked in stone and break the mold Hook 2x:
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"Cream Of The Crop" feat. Witchdoctor Verse 1: Witchdoctor Welcome to Thrasherville, where caps get peeled Don't run up on me, got one on me Might not see me shining, not into diamonds Trying to keep from falling back to a life of crime and I believe in the American payout I bought every car I ever owned straight out Guns come out, who ran? you ran I done bought enough gold from Eddie Ain't got to go to Sudan I got a dog named Dino, beware Just like El Tran I keep something in the air I'm from the D-U-N-G-U-N Got a hundred hollow points leave you with no wind I hold the deck, pull the card Be standing in your front yard or live in your iPod Die hard, wicked when I'm aiming I'm so playa I get a ticket for gaming Thrasherville is where I bury them I'll leave you wetter than the Georgia aquarium You ain't a man until somebody call you mister I'm not a model I don't take a lot of pictures Hook: Witchdoctor 'Cause we the cream of the crop (cream of the crop) Cream, cream of the block , cream of the crop 3x Cream, it's a sting on your block Verse 2: Cas Metah Welcome to Greenfield O-H ten Where you got to watch broke, fake friends throw they fits to locate ends For crack cocaine binges Been this raw since off the hinges was considered hip to say Penning traits in many different ways and slang’s I bring to the spot Witchdoctor and we properly dropping that cream of the crop Chicks jock us, we're not a secret to the seekers Eager to fill their ears with real hip-hop Knock knock, witness the verbal massacre mashing on your block Crops of the harvest shot for the target get lost in the darkness And although I'm honest, even if y'all throw the hardest blows You won't scar this scarlet rose, carve it in stone I'm armed with a flow called "I'm in the zone" So you better prep for the bad weather if stepping in Cas Metah's hometown I'm holding down the crown player, molding frowns on clowns faces Hook:
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“Cross Country" feat. JustMe, Change, Mr. SOS, Mellow Drum Addict, Zero Basement, Lyriz, Capture, RhymeWize, Freddie Bruno & 2-Tone Verse 1: Cas Metah You know Metah ready to roll so move to the side or get bruised when crews collide My peeps been creeping keeping creative contagious genius gleaming Seeping out speaker boxes onto street blocks and got you nodding Non-stop to this hip-hop you're getting hit with upside your noggin 'Cause I got a pocket loaded with stones for any giant trying to stop it Verse 2: JustMe What' popping? I don't know that's why I ask so often Crash with a stash of classic beats stomping Ever since a brother heard Straight Outta Compton I laid out a comment to keep the room romping Baby move something, but don't remove nothing Don't act like you wack and you got to prove loving Be smooth with the roughness That's church it behooves you to does this Verse 3: Change See it's this figurative speech and rhyme patterns compete To complete thoughts implicit on the words that I speak It's ingenious the levels that I visit and reach From the breech of the cross to inflict at the piece Like I'm ahead of my time and I'm ahead of they rhymes Connect the soul to spirit like they head and they spine This rap music redefined from my Detroit shine This cross country representing putting Change in they minds Verse 4: Mr. SOS Next page, coming from the most southern U.S. state It's Mr. SOS repping since fifth grade And to this day not too many want to come against me 'Cause I get down deeper than X-rays Fake rappers holler "get paid" When the end of they songs the only time they ever seen a fresh fade I'm where the best stay So when you see Dr. Strangelove with a French maid then it's check mate Verse 5: Mellow Drum Addict I'm a stones throw from the boon-docks Skip jump to the outskirts Funny how underground's only bumped out in the 'burbs Still I write within these city limits but I ain't limited in just my city Deliver wherever people are digging to listen Got a grip of cd's, thrown in envelopes So I hopes they'll go across the globe to folks Still I hold it down around my way P-E-double N-S-Y-L-V-A-N-I-A Verse 6: Zero Basement Now I was on the battle tip much longer than the average kid So you don't want to get involved like a pacifist Or my raps will rip through your ego like a javelin through your abdomen I have no equals do the math it's Zero and I'm back again Representing the Chapter 1-3 What's sad is rappers never listen until after they're hung clean Like a batch of laundry to dry 'Cause cats is hungry so they act funny no matter how awful they rhyme Verse 7: Lyriz Vocabulary explode, behold the son of man watch me unfold Something like a Summer Jam, I'm ghetto gold Bounce back like rubber bands watch me reload I'll either expose or ether my foes From head to my toes the beat will be closed None of these sucker emcees be left standing Lyriz leave emcees behind like Kirk Cameron Verse 8: Capture I enter in grand standing Cast the shadow of a giant with no band just ink stained hands And a mic with a slight lean to the left right Mean when I connect these words that reflect life Serve and protect mics Direct aim at the crown, spit flame and make sure that they light Up for those who know not who we are Capture and Cas Metah, cross country track stars Verse 9: RhymeWize Indiana born and raised, yep there's more than corn and brown here Clowns fearing down stare whenever my sounds near I'm found where my tribe co-insides with the drum track We run laps around you silly suckers rocking dunce caps Crumbs lack we bump raps to keep the crowd attentive Now saints are live, they loud and hype my rhymes provide incentive RhymeWize getting illy with one Scribbling Idiot We killing it, don't even try, you can't deny, you're feeling it Verse 10: Freddie Bruno Oh they feeling it yes, north, south, east and west The best of the best come alive and refresh This one man's trash is another one's blessing, I'm questing for another tribe worth contesting, ain't one Deepspace is under the sun Cross country sending words, heart pumping the drum Darts sharp on the tongue, bulls eye when they run North Texas in the cypher bubba come and get some Verse 11: 2-Tone And get sonned, by this legend from the Field where the real last That's why I feel Cas, out traveling the map and back To the mighty O like Outkast All across the globe all of y'all should know what 2-Tone sees first hand at home so Open your retina's and recognize these veterans at wrecking mics, now let it ride Bridge: **Scratching "Running track across country"
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"Bonus Track" feat. 3rd Degree Verse: 3rd Degree This is to my cats on the outside, to the death of my cousin Ty To the cats just getting by Word to Greenfield 'cause I'm missing every bit of living Locked away and I'm seeing every bit of prison Hey yo Cas man I thank you for what you're doing You're keeping it truer than most cats on my blueprint To God you make me smile 'cause I know you're in my presence I'm sick of this lifestyle, I'm starting to get the message And to my grandma for staying strong You're like my mother, my crutch when I need someone to lean on Spitz and Shaw, the whole Field Specialists I thank you for the good times, I'm here to the death of it all I'm staying strong as I'm locked behind walls And even though the devil tempts me, never could I fall to his level This message to all cats listening, I'll be back again, Greenfield I miss you And it's going to be alright 'cause I'm on God's side These 3 years is only going to make me stronger And it's alright, word to my mother, my sister Greenfield I'm going to miss you

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released April 21, 2009

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Mixed and Mastered by Change

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Layout and Design Michael Mannaseh
Photo by Jae Choi

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Emcee since '95

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