casual - where they at? lyrics
[chorus:]
“where they at? where they at, c’mon (x 5)”
from the bottom of my heart
i must declaim
the deranged mind state.
i find hate surrounding me,
so i clown a g,
and his reb-ttal is
“cas stop bein’ a -ss,”
it makes me think
what’ll ever stop the angry
when they wanna throw thangs wit’ me?
they’re aware i’ll bang ’em
because of examples
i have made out of humans
doom when they toy with my thought train,
they’re caught plain and simple,
but some will attempt to pull jammies
so i slam with these,
ram these, all into his jaw,
and ideas of why he is front’n really frighten me,
’cause i can be doin’ better things with my time,
my pen enlightens the page i puncture
my rage is brunt to show you
what flow too through hard times
and times when my pen
is my only friend,
i’m lonely
then i create a new antidote that’ll raise h-ll,
and i hope this busi-ness pays well,
cause its fly to me
but not worth the anxi-e-ty,
i wish i can be all i can, b,
so the man see his full potential,
with them phrases
get you into dazes,
praise this overlordian
who got sh-t for the naughty men,
here we go-
[chorus:]
“where they at? where they at? where they at, c’mon. (x 5)”
hut. hut. hike.
i strike like angry employees
it’s gonna take more than mc’s to destroy these.
please stop drop and roll a spliff
lift my mind to n-gg-s get bowed and ripped
then i stomp ’em like a brush fire
’cause i get much flyer
even in the clutch
i adjust and bust skills
with negative frills,
still no one will let me look
that we give too to the public
still we’re lovin it
how you’re dubbin sh-t
on the dl,
you got the newest sh-t,
but i can do this sh-t
and i’m gonna have a fit if you don’t quit
’cause you don’t get props,
so get stops, it annoys me
when boys be postin’ and boastin’
about the noise we enjoys, gee
whillickers, still i serves
my speech to reach you
and beat a new adversary
who had me very frustrated
so i must fade it, invaded,
plus waited for the attack,
but i’m fortified with the proper equipment
to rip sh-t. yo, troops we flips it.
[chorus:]
“where they at? where they at? where they at, c’mon.”
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