Crown of Thorns
Its 2005
Im bout to blow some heads off, man
I got so much *************t bout to hit these dudes, man
Feast (?) classic , Juju Mob classic, yknow I mean?
My team is comin, Good Hands
[Verse 1:]
Yo, I give it to you straight, never speak fakely
Shareef T lace it, they say hes crazy
Im only Lost Cauze when I got the .380
This is my costume, no moniker to make you eat daisies
None needed, son *******ed
For some reason, on the mic I become some demon
Other emcees eat they lungs even
You think not? Come see em
From the stage you will run fleein
I need more cowbell, throw in your towels
You make the crowd swell with bottles
Thrown at you, Im the grave robber, throne snatcher
Dont matter, I attack like throat cancer
You cant rap, but yous a *** * dancer
A hype man, go adjust my mic stand
I roll with ???, who love to make your life stop
Youve been dismissed, go home and get your ******* ******ne box
[Chorus:]
[Echo:] Its the Cauze, its the Cauze...
[Scratch: KRS-One] Emcees act like they dont know
[Scratch: 50 Cent] Im the underground king, and I aint been crowned
[Scratch: Styles P] Mother*******s hit your knees and just pray to the Lord
[Verse 2 :]
No pimp cup, no gators (?)
No trucker hat, no blazer
Im from the city that spawned Joe Frasier
Bernard Hopkins, stay the ******** ***** out of my zone, haters
Now Im no Messiah, Im no savior
But when the mics in my clutch theres no greater
Its like a vato loco with no razor
A black mans Kool Aid with no flavor
ESPN with no Raiders
Or the Lost Cauze out for sale with no takers
That movie +Tron+ with no lasers
An episode of +Oz+ with no rapers
The X Games with no skaters
You get the gist; my only exercise is sit and twist
Im just as quick as Michael Vick
Cuz Im getting blitzed like a three-four defense
Wont be tackled in the Three Four Precinct
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Im the omen in rhyme form
You soft as nylon
I spit hot fire like Dilawn, Dilawn, Dilawn
Mind gone from buds s big as pine cones
The Lost Cauze is a mother****** g cyclone
Get caught in my path, and I divide homes
You dont want to die, homes
I talk with my nine chrome
Hes highly upset
Rush the stage with pure rage if you deny me a set
I aint playin, dog
This is beast music, this is Reef music
Treat your face like bongos, this the beat movement
Daddy-yo the beat bruiser, leave your teeth looser
Youll be foolish to not cop that +Feast+, stupid
Cuz this a banger-banger, ******* the thing and bang ya
Danger, danger, one remains in the chamber
Hot wire hanger, bash your face in
Now go ************* yourself like masturbation
The father of this bastard nation
Im hard like chemistry and math equations
Leave your face full of holes like the mask of Jason
Im past the waitin, getting at these bastards hatin'
Im sicker than a ************* Hatian filling his veins with H hits
My gun plastic like some fake ************ * (*************!)
I dont make hits, I just crap classics that make you want to break *************t
You fake *************!
Bleh! Bleh! Bleh! Bleh! Bleh!
[Talking]
White Boy 1: Everybodys always talking about the legends , they talking
About Biggie and Pac (White Boy 2: Yeah, ************* those two) and Pun and Big L
No ones talking about the real legends (WB2 : Hell yeah)
The guys on top right now (WB2: Hell yeah)
Im talking about the Sages (WB2: Sage? Sage is down with the Klan!)
The Aesops, ??? Combustion right here, are you kidding me?
[WB3:] (Old school rap is doo doo, dude, its garbage)
Hes the next big thing, listen to him
[WB3:] I need, like, beats that dont even sound like beats
[WB1:] Yeah, exactly, they should be like 'ERr Err err err'
[WB3:] Who wants to dance anymore anyways?
[WB2: ] Its the blacks
[WB3:] Yo, yo, rip that *************t Combustion
[Combustion: Rapping]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
My rhyme style you cant even measure
Cuz I flow like Helium (WB2: Mmm) at 40 times a******ospheric pressure (WB2:
Here he goes)
Im super fluid nice, cant rap but I can almost write (WB2: Uh ha)
Cant fight but I can almost bite
Hate Bush cuz hes stealing my rights
Actually I just like to gripe (WB2: West Hartford , what!) because my skin is
White
I hate my dad, see, cuz he dont like
Paying for me to sit on my ass and smoke this pipe (WB2: Go John)
Thats what I do because Im so bored
Got this super silver haze ******* that you cant afford (WB2 : Connecticut!)
And Im crazy fly like the Wright Brothers
Nerd rapper of the yo, yo, yo man like Tom and *************s mothers
Might be ??? ugly, but Im 'Mister Lover Lover'
[Black A&R:]
Man, that *************t is corny, man. Ok?
Let me tell you somethin
My artist Corleone Capone from Big Dog Entertainment (Barks)
He gon eat yo *************t...
Ay, Corleone , tells these *************z how the street, hood, yknowm sayin
Rich, big time, killa crack *************z do it
[Corleone:]
Yo, yo this young Corleone Capone a force of AKA Real Clinton
Yfeel what Im sayin?
[Rapping:] Yo, I cop the coke, pop the toast
Keep a bottle of Cris to pop and toast
Cook the crack, cut the crack, I sell the crack
I love the crack! Then I mix and I got crack, ******** *****
Keep a gat thatll put it in your back, *************
Four shots youll be layin out flat, ******** *****, OH!
Pop the top, drop the top
Cop a grip, chop the block
About to cop the block, the block is hot
The block is a block that block the blocks, OH! Feel me?!
I rock the rocks, that rock the rocks
Then drop the drop, cop the shot, the pop...
I got shots for tops, ** ***********z!
[Talking: with A&R talking *************t in the background]
Young Corleone Capone a force of AKAReal Clinton, yknowm sayin?
JFK Jr. of this rap *************t, yknowm sayin?
I got bricks comin out my ass, ****** *******, yknowm sayin?
I sleep bricks, *************, yknowm sayin?
I got ******* everywhere, * ************, yea!