felony offenders (newselph remix) - cas metah lyrics
verse 1 (krum):
yo cas, who lives like this? living it large
get a strong rap beat and i’m k!lling 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 b-lls 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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