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Verse 1 [CAOS

I bust rhymes like
D.C till I die and I live by the G-code
that's the D.C code
mess with and it will come back to you 2$6 fold
so don't say you ain't been
my iron get hot but it start off real cold
I throw it up like a
make you hand over your cash I ain't gotta pick your
the bang yeah I talk it
and you don't wanna be around as I to walk it
got a I could cock it
go bring your punchline I'm still gon' block it
tooth ama knock it
you still rearing toughees well I'm rocking
and so don't mock it
and I could get buck-wild like there's a zoo in it
old school no new in it
I spend 5 seconds in the booth without losing it
got a gang no crew in it
got my own microphone chec my own and twos in it
I got beef and I'm it
but it never legit so I say ain't no true in it
my flow it got flu in it
my whole thugacated but ain't no school in it
we the shit ain't no in it
we pushing in your hood young homie ain't no pulling it
smart ass ain't no in it
the stallion, ain't no mule in it
mouth ain no drool in it
punchlines in abundence, a little in it
really doing it
you'll find a lot of me no you in it
a party ain't don't know who in it
perform on stage all ain't no booing it
with the boys in blue in it
and I wanna study law so ain't no it

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

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I breathe fire a dragon
my flow be a sports car a station wagon
I'm forever
and it's D.C till the grave, throw it up like I'm
I dig my when they're sagging
spray-paint in my hand I'm to get the tagging
yeah get your tongue
we're on that Blood In The Sand shit, about to get the
D.C Productions we're bragging
if you're a and you know it, you best get the hanging
new holster, put the in
everybody know we ride, we down for the
your chick for the shagging
I don't much, 'coz I could get the click-clacking
hear the whip it's cracking
and we're number one, because you always get to slacking
D.C Soldier get the
you're a bitch-nigger and we're to get to bitch-slapping
yo rap is my
so you can't me with a gun or a knife
always like a wife
I done for what I've got, you're just trife
I always rap violence
you don't what's going on in my head when there's silence
I hate cops and sirens
I command even from the oldest tirents
I care what your sign is
you ain't blood, you ain't crip, you ain't G-Unit
I'm down the Triple Cs
hola to the Latin K.I.N.Gs
all my niggers trees
ain't been to work but still stacking Gs
the D.R.Es
still, get to the D.O double Gs
Pacs and the
you best get or you best die trying
yo I'm always high
break the law, get paid ain't now
when we die they'll be
'coz in the jungle, we are the lion

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