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Verse 1 [CAOS

I bust rhymes Flipmode
D.C till I die and I live by the G-code
that's the D.C code
mess with CAOS and it will back to you 2$6 fold
so don't say you been told
my iron get real hot but it start off real
I throw it up a rocket
make you hand over your cash I ain't pick your pocket
the bang yeah I talk it
and you wanna be around as I proceed 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 I'm rocking Crocket
and Jones so mock it
and could I could get buck-wild like 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 chec 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 whole click thugacated but 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 no fool in it
the Italian stallion, no mule in it
mouth ain no drool in it
punchlines in abundence, a kung-fu in it
really doing it
you'll a lot of me ain't no you in it
host a party ain't don't who in it
on stage all cheers ain't no booing it
crimes the boys in blue in it
and I wanna law so ain't no sewing it

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

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I breathe like a dragon
my flow be a 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 when they're
spray-paint in my I'm about to get the tagging
yeah get your tongue
we're on that Blood In The Sand shit, to get the fragging
D.C Productions yeah bragging
if you're a hater and you 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 talk much, 'coz I could get the
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 and we're about to get to bitch-slapping
yo rap is my
so you kill me with a gun or a knife
always complaining like a
I done worked for what I've got, you're just
I always rap about
you know what's going on in my head when there's silence
I hate and their sirens
I command respect from 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 with the Cs
hola vato to the K.I.N.Gs
all my niggers pushing
ain't never been to work but still Gs
the D.R.Es
still, get down to the D.O Gs
and the biggies
you best get or you best die trying
yo I'm high flying
break the law, get paid now denying
when we die they'll be
'coz in the concrete jungle, we are the

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