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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 been
my iron get real hot but it start off cold
I throw it up like a
make you hand over your cash I ain't gotta pick pocket
the gang bang I talk it
and you wanna be around as I proceed to walk it
got a weapon I cock it
go ahead bring your punchline I'm still block it
silver ama knock it
you still rearing toughees well I'm Crocket
and so don't mock it
and could I could get like there's a zoo in it
old ain't no new in it
I can't spend 5 in the booth without losing it
got a ain't 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 sick it got flu in it
my whole click but ain't no school in it
we the shit no bull in it
we pushing in your hood young homie ain't no pulling it
ass ain't no fool in it
the Italian stallion, no mule in it
mouth shut ain no in it
punchlines in abundence, a little in it
really 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
with the boys in blue in it
and I study law so ain't no sewing it

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

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I breathe fire a dragon
my be a sports car yours a station wagon
I'm Black-flagging
and it's D.C till the grave, throw it up I'm gagging
I dig my pants they're sagging
in my hand I'm about to get the tagging
yeah get tongue wagging
we're on Blood In The Sand shit, about to get the fragging
D.C Productions yeah we're
if you're a and you know it, you best get the hanging
new holster, put the in
know we ride, we down for the banging
bring your chick for the
I don't talk much, 'coz I get the click-clacking
hear the whip when it's
and we're always number one, because you get to slacking
D.C get the clapping
a bitch-nigger and we're about 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 got, you're just trife
I rap about violence
you don't know what's going on in my head there's silence
I hate cops and sirens
I command respect even from the tirents
I don't care 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 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 rich or you die trying
yo I'm always high
the law, get paid ain't now denying
when we die be crying
'coz in the jungle, we are the lion

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