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Verse 1 [CAOS

I bust rhymes Flipmode
D.C soldier till I die and I live by the
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 get real hot but it start off real cold
I throw it up a rocket
make you hand over your cash I ain't gotta pick pocket
the bang yeah I talk it
and you don't wanna be as I proceed to walk it
got a I could cock it
go ahead bring your I'm still gon' block it
tooth ama knock it
you still toughees well I'm rocking Crocket
and Jones so mock it
and I could get buck-wild like there's a zoo in it
old ain't no new in it
I spend 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 never legit so I say ain't no in it
my sick it got flu in it
my whole thugacated but ain't no school in it
we the ain't no bull in it
we pushing dope in hood young homie ain't no pulling it
smart ass ain't no in it
the Italian stallion, no mule in it
shut 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
host a party don't know who in it
perform on all cheers ain't no booing it
crimes with the in blue in it
and I wanna law so ain't no sewing it

I'm a in a cage
and the has arrived to release 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 rage
in the booth or the
you're yesterday's it's time to flip the page

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I breathe like 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 I'm gagging
I dig my pants when sagging
spray-paint in my hand I'm about to get the
yeah get tongue wagging
we're on that Blood In The Sand shit, to get the fragging
D.C yeah we're bragging
if you're a hater and you it, you best get the hanging
new holster, put the in
everybody know we ride, we for the banging
bring your for the shagging
I talk much, 'coz I could get the click-clacking
hear the whip when it's
and we're always 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 worked for what I've got, you're trife
I rap about violence
you don't know what's going on in my head when silence
I cops and their sirens
I command respect even the oldest tirents
I don't care what your is
you ain't blood, you ain't crip, you ain't G-Unit
I'm down the Triple Cs
vato to the Latin K.I.N.Gs
all my pushing trees
ain't never been to work but still Gs
the D.R.Es
still, get down to the D.O Gs
Pacs and the
you best get or you best die trying
yo I'm high flying
break the law, get paid ain't now
when we die they'll be
in the concrete jungle, we are the lion

I'm a in a cage
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 gage
I'm a beast in a cage and the time has arrived to all that rage
and the time has arrived to all that rage
in the or the stage
you're yesterday's paper it's time to the page