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Verse 1 [CAOS

I rhymes like Flipmode
D.C soldier till I die and I by the G-code
yeah that's the D.C
mess with CAOS and it will come to you 2$6 fold
so don't say you ain't told
my iron get real hot but it start off real
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 weapon I could it
go ahead bring your I'm still gon' block it
silver ama knock it
you rearing toughees well I'm rocking Crocket
and so don't mock it
and could I could get buck-wild like a zoo in it
old ain't no new in it
I can't 5 seconds in the booth without losing it
got a gang no crew in it
got my own microphone my own ones and twos in it
I got beef and I'm it
but it ain't never legit so I say ain't no in it
my sick 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 young homie 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 really it
find a lot of me ain't no you in it
host a ain't don't know who in it
perform on stage all ain't no booing it
crimes with the boys in in it
and I wanna law so ain't no sewing it

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

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I breathe like a dragon
my flow be a sports car a station wagon
I'm forever
and it's D.C the grave, throw it up like I'm gagging
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 Blood In The Sand shit, about to get the fragging
D.C yeah we're bragging
if you're a hater and you know it, you get the hanging
new holster, put the in
everybody know we ride, we for the banging
bring your for the shagging
I don't talk much, 'coz I get the click-clacking
hear the whip when cracking
and we're always number one, because you always get to
D.C Soldier get the
a bitch-nigger 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 like a
I done worked for what I've got, just trife
I always rap about
you don't know what's going on in my head when there's
I cops and their sirens
I command respect from the oldest tirents
I don't what your sign is
you blood, you ain't crip, you ain't G-Unit riders
I'm with the Triple Cs
hola to the Latin K.I.N.Gs
all my niggers pushing
ain't never been to work but stacking Gs
the D.R.Es
still, get to the D.O double Gs
and the biggies
you best get or you best die trying
yo I'm always high
the law, get paid ain't now denying
when we die be crying
in the concrete jungle, we are the lion

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