king cashus - -loud.mp3 - 3.56MB
ooo wee, who he? new fleet commander
p-i, m-p, new freaks to pander
reprimand em in the street,take a gander, peek
how the back hand get pass down,like antiques
no lungs, beats i breath life into it/
no tongue, but still got an ill taste for music/
no gums,no needa finga just to tell i'm raw/
no bum, but still show my ass wit these metaphors/
...half man half beast like centaur/
i have to be blunt and bring heat like cigar/
knick knack,leave cats char black like niggars/
battle two rhymers ,classic rap menage/
at the same time, across town, i'm gonna fight crime/
Even seein Regis needin immediate life line/
my signal shone bright in the night sky/
Cashus is that "super duper dude!" like a white guy/
graph pie, and i aint talkin bouta circle chart/
experimenting with the same potion that made urkle smart/
or should i say "suavay"'?/
lyrics always over like cole, pam, and tommy/
that means yall don't get em/
give me ya best shot, ima acceptin all crititcism/
anyhoo,put ya heads up if u rocked raw/
january dropped ball got broads lockjaws/
heck naw,i hold myself upself while i safely leverage
make her cherry pop sorta like ya favorite tasty beverage/
and watch it fizz over the sides/
if u feel sumthin fuckin wit u, it's just pride/
[hook]
if be-in great is a crime...yall might wanna lock em down
cuz i'm the greatest alive...impossible to stop me now
yall can't, fuck wit my sound...complete control over my verbs and nouns
if u feel me, get loud...
fact not fiction,i've mastered my diction/
crafter of my position, disasters from my emissions/
burn holes in ya spirit since its a-cidic/
the mc u worshipped purposely shape shifted/
dont believe in followers/
ever since the beaker and test tube i'm hollower/
no past, but i still have memories/
flashbacks, half that, are visions of my enemies/
no present, most likely ima figment/
its not a voice u hear just self playin insturments/
no future, how can i if i dont exist?/
time wont extend, like fingers on a broken fist/
was high as hell when i wrote this shit/
voices in my head, i'm not well, like moby dick/
prognosis rare like a kobe miss/
and my mind everywhere like phony tits/
but u should call on me.../
the cat wit no name like the back of ya knee/
actually,king cashus is my stage name
fear it when u hear it gettin squealed by the caged crane/
typin online at ya favorite message board/
monitorin ya presence got me wonderin what ya hecklin for?
what the fuck u hatin on this early?
don't u know i dont get out the bed before 6:30/
in the p.m....per diem/
l.p. and c.d., i r.i.p. em
....go retrieve em...
[hook]
if be-in great is a crime...yall might wanna lock em down
cuz i'm the greatest alive...impossible to stop me now
yall can't, fuck wit my sound...complete control over my verbs and nouns
if u feel me, get loud...
ooo wee, who he? new fleet commander
p-i, m-p, new freaks to pander
reprimand em in the street,take a gander, peek
how the back hand get pass down,like antiques
no lungs, beats i breath life into it/
no tongue, but still got an ill taste for music/
no gums,no needa finga just to tell i'm raw/
no bum, but still show my ass wit these metaphors/
...half man half beast like centaur/
i have to be blunt and bring heat like cigar/
knick knack,leave cats char black like niggars/
battle two rhymers ,classic rap menage/
at the same time, across town, i'm gonna fight crime/
Even seein Regis needin immediate life line/
my signal shone bright in the night sky/
Cashus is that "super duper dude!" like a white guy/
graph pie, and i aint talkin bouta circle chart/
experimenting with the same potion that made urkle smart/
or should i say "suavay"'?/
lyrics always over like cole, pam, and tommy/
that means yall don't get em/
give me ya best shot, ima acceptin all crititcism/
anyhoo,put ya heads up if u rocked raw/
january dropped ball got broads lockjaws/
heck naw,i hold myself upself while i safely leverage
make her cherry pop sorta like ya favorite tasty beverage/
and watch it fizz over the sides/
if u feel sumthin fuckin wit u, it's just pride/
[hook]
if be-in great is a crime...yall might wanna lock em down
cuz i'm the greatest alive...impossible to stop me now
yall can't, fuck wit my sound...complete control over my verbs and nouns
if u feel me, get loud...
fact not fiction,i've mastered my diction/
crafter of my position, disasters from my emissions/
burn holes in ya spirit since its a-cidic/
the mc u worshipped purposely shape shifted/
dont believe in followers/
ever since the beaker and test tube i'm hollower/
no past, but i still have memories/
flashbacks, half that, are visions of my enemies/
no present, most likely ima figment/
its not a voice u hear just self playin insturments/
no future, how can i if i dont exist?/
time wont extend, like fingers on a broken fist/
was high as hell when i wrote this shit/
voices in my head, i'm not well, like moby dick/
prognosis rare like a kobe miss/
and my mind everywhere like phony tits/
but u should call on me.../
the cat wit no name like the back of ya knee/
actually,king cashus is my stage name
fear it when u hear it gettin squealed by the caged crane/
typin online at ya favorite message board/
monitorin ya presence got me wonderin what ya hecklin for?
what the fuck u hatin on this early?
don't u know i dont get out the bed before 6:30/
in the p.m....per diem/
l.p. and c.d., i r.i.p. em
....go retrieve em...
[hook]
if be-in great is a crime...yall might wanna lock em down
cuz i'm the greatest alive...impossible to stop me now
yall can't, fuck wit my sound...complete control over my verbs and nouns
if u feel me, get loud...
