Verse 1: Cas Metah
Cuckoo in my choo-choo, my train of thought might lose you
When you see me sky walk, you gon' be like Luke who?
New dude? Nah, pause, I been killing fools since Fubu
When Guess and Karl Kani were fresh in style considered new school
Now it's the era of the rainbow hair, I'm not a hater, I'm savoir-faire
I'm just saying I ain't never seen a gangster hang around here that paint their nails
Hold up, these hoes make me wanna throw up
Throw on some Dilla "Donuts" and go study some cold cuts
'Fore you show off got to show up, know the ledge to this hip hop history
There's more to rap then y'all pretend it be so all the disrespect is fin to cease
If we hear you sneak diss and we peep that mentioned us --
you getting the sheets
White with red blood stains laid deep in the dust, R. I. to the P.
If six feet ain't enough we'll dig some creeks and make some mud
Complete your features with concrete sneakers then you can finally be the plug
Hook: Copywrite
I hear you sneak dissing
but are you ready for war or just on a sneak mission?
Keep hitting
I got soldiers on each street hitting
one false move, you in deep shit
Sheep shouldn't speak with him
Think he kidding?
Hope he got nine lives or he kitten
'cause my spree killing
I pre-kill them and re-kill them
Verse 2: Blast Mega
Go
Bounce to the sound of your brains getting beat in
I'm going all out, my two feet in
My old shoes like a new pair of wheat Timbs
stomp you wheat thin, wait about a week then
Resurface right around the weekend
Ready for purge, in the urge there's a beast in
the belly of the monster feasting, and we eating, sink teeth in
I see you reaching, but your arms ain't long enough to box with God
or strong enough to raise the bar
Why would you even want to spar with us, we'll carve you up
Before you start with us think twice then again and shit
even then you still end up in a car trunk tied up
Fuel to the fire I light up, ride up
Let them all fly, a bunch of angel kings with shotguns like passenger sides
So go ahead run, and find out what they really out here raising in the sun, ugh
It's the way of the gun, live by the sword and you die by one
according to cut throat time waits for none
draped in rosaries dipped in the ovaries of a nun
Ugh, it's the way of the gun, live by the sword and you die by one
according to cut throat time waits for none
draped in rosaries dipped in the ovaries of a nun
Hook: Copywrite
I hear you sneak dissing
but are you ready for war or just on a sneak mission?
Keep hitting
I got soldiers on each street hitting
one false move, you in deep shit
Sheep shouldn't speak with him
Think he kidding?
Hope he got nine lives or he kitten
'cause my spree killing
I pre-kill them and re-kill them
Verse 3: Copywrite
The incredible three man team of He-Man strength
and we ran things since we had feet
Imagine Pete as a fetus, this seed is a genius
My heartbeat is my feet at the stomach
in key with the sequence
I see what the key is, haa
I don't sleep I don't need it, I'm feeding off emcees exhaust
I'm fucking the proud owner of them big titties you feeding off
You ain't pass better hash than what Cas Metah has
it'll put you in a mood to relax at a spa
so don't pass 'til I spaz on them last
'cause I rap better sober, takes drags and he laughs
Three C.O. kings trying to see kilo cream without a new P.O. screen
Got weed so green that we O.D. and shit, maybe I'm crazy, Cee-Lo Green
So sick I need a chemo screen, so sick every time I go piss my pee hole sting
The O.G. who snap like a D.O.G. if you don't see C.O.P. as G.O.D.
Got shit locked, I be low key, still ain't safe, it's a combination of evil deeds
that I could have done and have fun, he's so mean
but he a reoccurring nightmare and he won't leave
I'm Freddie Kruger on the slaughter
daily ready with the Luger to your medulla oblongata
I bet he lose, body slumped in a Chevy Coup
barely animated like Betty Boop forget it cute
Hook: Copywrite
I hear you sneak dissing
but are you ready for war or just on a sneak mission?
Keep hitting
I got soldiers on each street hitting
one false move, you in deep shit
Sheep shouldn't speak with him
Think he kidding?
Hope he got nine lives or he kitten
'cause my spree killing
I pre-kill them and re-kill them
Rich Jones and Montana Macks join forces for a passionately rapped, impeccably produced reflection on the trials and turmoils of 2020. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 3, 2020
