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Verse 1 [CAOS

I bust rhymes Flipmode
D.C till I die and I live by the G-code
yeah that's the D.C
mess with CAOS and it will come back to you 2$6
so say you ain't been told
my iron get hot but it start off real cold
I throw it up like a
make you hand over your I ain't gotta pick your pocket
the gang yeah I talk it
and you don't be around as I proceed to walk it
got a weapon I cock it
go ahead bring your I'm still gon' block it
silver tooth ama it
you still rearing toughees I'm rocking Crocket
and Jones so don't it
and could I could get like there's a zoo in it
old school no new in it
I can't 5 seconds in the booth without losing it
got a gang ain't no in it
got my own microphone my own ones and twos in it
I got beef and I'm it
but it ain't legit so I say ain't no true in it
my flow it got flu in it
my click thugacated but ain't no school in it
we the shit no bull in it
we pushing dope in your hood young ain't no pulling it
smart ass ain't no in it
the stallion, ain't no mule in it
shut ain no drool in it
punchlines in abundence, a little in it
CAOS doing it
you'll a lot of me ain't no you in it
a party ain't don't know who in it
perform on stage all cheers ain't no it
crimes with the in blue in it
and I wanna study law so no sewing it

I'm a in a cage
and the time has arrived to release all rage
in the booth or the
I'm way above your level can't be measured on your
I'm a beast in a cage and the time has arrived to release all that
and the has arrived to release all that rage
in the or the stage
you're paper it's time to flip the page

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I breathe fire a dragon
my flow be a sports car yours a wagon
I'm Black-flagging
and it's D.C till the grave, throw it up like I'm
I dig my pants they're sagging
spray-paint in my I'm about to get the tagging
get your tongue wagging
we're on that In The Sand shit, about to get the fragging
D.C Productions we're bragging
if you're a hater and you know it, you best get the
new holster, put the in
everybody know we ride, we for the banging
bring your chick for the
I don't talk much, I could get the click-clacking
hear the whip when it's
and we're always number one, you always get to slacking
D.C get the clapping
you're a and we're about to get to bitch-slapping
yo rap is my
so you can't kill me a gun or a knife
always complaining a wife
I worked for what I've got, you're just trife
I always rap violence
you don't know going on in my head when there's silence
I hate cops and sirens
I respect even from the oldest tirents
I care what your sign is
you ain't blood, you ain't crip, you G-Unit riders
I'm down with the Cs
hola vato to the K.I.N.Gs
all my niggers pushing
ain't never to work but still stacking Gs
the D.R.Es
still, get down to the D.O Gs
and the biggies
you get rich or you best die trying
yo I'm always flying
break the law, get paid now denying
we die they'll be crying
'coz in the concrete jungle, we are the

I'm a beast in a
and the time has arrived to release all that
in the booth or the
I'm way your level can't be measured on your gage
I'm a beast in a and the time has arrived to release all that rage
and the has arrived to release all that rage
in the or the stage
yesterday's paper it's time to flip the page