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reef the lost cauze - crown of thorns lyrics

[speaking:]
it’s 2005
i’m ’bout to blow some heads off, man
i got so much sh-t ’bout to hit these dudes, man
feast (?) cl-ssic, juju mob cl-ssic, y’know i mean?
my team is comin’, good hands

[verse 1:]
yo, i give it to you straight, never speak fakely
shareef t lace it, they say he’s crazy
i’m only lost cauze when i got the .380
this is my costume, no moniker to make you eat daisies
none needed, son weeded
for some reason, on the mic i become some demon
other emcees eat they lungs even
you think not? come see ’em
from the stage you will run fleein’
i need more cowbell, throw in your towels
you make the crowd swell with bottles
thrown at you, i’m the grave robber, throne sn-tcher
don’t matter, i attack like throat cancer
you can’t rap, but you’s a dope dancer
a hype man, go adjust my mic stand
i roll with ?, who love to make your life stop
you’ve been dismissed, go home and get your shine box

[chorus:]
[echo:] it’s the cauze, it’s the cauze…
[scratch: krs-one] emcees act like they don’t know
[scratch: 50 cent] i’m the underground king, and i ain’t been crowned
[scratch: styles p] motherf-ckers h-t your knees and just pray to the lord

[verse 2:]
no pimp cup, no gators (?)
no trucker hat, no blazer
i’m from the city that sp-wned joe frasier
bernard hopkins, stay the f-ck out of my zone, haters
now i’m no messiah, i’m no savior
but when the mic’s in my clutch there’s no greater
it’s like a vato loco with no razor
a black man’s kool aid with no flavor
espn with no raiders
or the lost cauze out for sale with no takers
that movie +tron+ with no lasers
an episode of +oz+ with no rapers
the x games with no skaters
you get the gist; my only exercise is sit and twist
i’m just as quick as michael vick
cuz i’m getting’ blitzed like a three-four defense
won’t be tackled in the three four precinct

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
i’m the omen in rhyme form
you soft as nylon
i spit hot fire like dilawn, dilawn, dilawn
mind gone from buds ‘s big as pine cones
the lost cauze is a motherf-cking cyclone
get caught in my path, and i divide homes
you don’t want to die, homes
i talk with my nine chrome
he’s highly upset
rush the stage with pure rage if you deny me a set
i ain’t playin’, dog
this is beast music, this is reef music
treat your face like bongos, this the beat movement
daddy-yo the beat bruiser, leave your teeth looser
you’ll be foolish to not cop that +feast+, stupid
cuz this a banger-banger, c-ck the thing and bang ya
danger, danger, one remains in the chamber
hot wire hanger, bash your face in
now go f-ck yourself like masturbation
the father of this b-st-rd nation
i’m hard like chemistry and math equations
leave your face full of holes like the mask of jason
i’m past the waitin’, getting at these b-st-rds hatin’
i’m sicker than a f-ggot hatian filling his veins with h hits
my gun plastic like some fake t-ts (n-gg-!)
i don’t make hits, i just cr-p cl-ssics that make you want to break sh-t
you fake b-tch!

bleh! bleh! bleh! bleh! bleh!

[talking]

white boy 1: everybody’s always talking about the legends, they talking
about biggie and pac (white boy 2: yeah, f-ck those two) and pun and big l
no one’s talking about the real legends (wb2: h-ll yeah)
the guys on top right now (wb2: h-ll yeah)
i’m talking about the sages (wb2: sage? sage is down with the klan!)
the aesops, ? combustion right here, are you kidding me?
[wb3:] (old school rap is doo doo, dude, it’s garbage)
he’s the next big thing, listen to him
[wb3:] i need, like, beats that don’t even sound like beats
[wb1:] yeah, exactly, they should be like “err err err err”
[wb3:] who wants to dance anymore anyways?
[wb2:] it’s the blacks
[wb3:] yo, yo, rip that sh-t combustion

[combustion: rapping]

yo, yo, yo, yo
my rhyme style you can’t even measure
cuz i flow like helium (wb2: mmm) at 40 times atmospheric pressure (wb2:
here he goes)
i’m super fluid nice, can’t rap but i can almost write (wb2: uh ha)
can’t fight but i can almost bite
hate bush cuz he’s stealing my rights
actually i just like to gripe (wb2: west hartford, what!) because my skin is
white
i hate my dad, see, cuz he don’t like
paying for me to sit on my -ss and smoke this pipe (wb2: go john)
that’s what i do because i’m so bored
got this super silver haze weed that you can’t afford (wb2: connecticut!)
and i’m crazy fly like the wright brothers
nerd rapper of the yo, yo, yo man like tom and d-ck’s mothers
might be ? ugly, but i’m “mister lover lover”

[black a&r:]
man, that sh-t is corny, man. ok?
let me tell you somethin’
my artist corleone capone from big dog entertainment (barks)
he gon’ eat yo’ sh-t…
ay, corleone, tells these n-gg-z how the street, hood, y’know’m sayin’
rich, big time, killa crack n-gg-z do it

[corleone:]
yo, yo this young corleone capone a force of aka real clinton
y’feel what i’m sayin’?
[rapping:] yo, i cop the c-ke, pop the toast
keep a bottle of cris to pop and toast
cook the crack, cut the crack, i sell the crack
i love the crack! then i mix and i got crack, n-gg-
keep a gat that’ll put it in your back, n-gg-
four shots you’ll be layin’ out flat, n-gg-, oh!
pop the top, drop the top
cop a grip, chop the block
about to cop the block, the block is hot
the block is a block that block the blocks, oh! feel me?!
i rock the rocks, that rock the rocks
then drop the drop, cop the shot, the pop…
i got shots for tops, n-gg-z!

[talking: with a&r talking sh-t in the background]
young corleone capone a force of aka real clinton, y’know’m sayin’?
jfk jr. of this rap sh-t, y’know’m sayin’?
i got bricks comin’ out my -ss, n-gg-, y’know’m sayin’?
i sleep bricks, n-gg-, y’know’m sayin’?
i got cocaine everywhere, n-gg-, yea!

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