Crown Of Thorns - Reef The Lost Cauze

Crown Of Thorns - Reef The Lost Cauze
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 classic juju mob classic y'know i mean
My team is comin' good hands
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 snatcher
Don't matter i attack like throat cancer
You can't rap but you's a d**e 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
It's the cauze it's the cauze
Emcees act like they don't know
Motherf**kers hit your knees and just pray to the lord
No pimp cup no gators
No trucker hat no blazer
I'm from the city that spawned joe frasier
Bernard hopkins stay the f**k 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
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**king 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 cock the thing and bang ya
Danger danger one remains in the chamber
Hot wire hanger bash your face in
Now go f**k yourself like masturbation
The father of this bastard 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 bastards hatin'
I'm sicker than a faggot hatian filling his veins with h hits
My gun plastic like some fake tits ni**a
I don't make hits i just crap classics that make you want to break sh*t
You fake b**ch
Bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh
White boy 1 everybody's always talking about the legends they talking
About biggie and pac white boy 2 yeah f**k those two and pun and big l
No one's talking about the real legends wb2 hell yeah
The guys on top right now wb2 hell yeah
I'm talking about the sages wb2 sage sage is down with the klan
The aesops combustion right here are you kidding me
Old school rap is doo doo dude it's garbage
He's the next big thing listen to him
I need like beats that don't even sound like beats
Yeah exactly they should be like err err err err
Who wants to dance anymore anyways
It's the blacks
Yo yo rip that sh*t combustion
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 a** and smoke this pipe wb2 go john
That's what i do because i'm so bored
Got this super silver haze w**d 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 dick's mothers
Might be ugly but i'm mister lover lover
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 niggaz how the street hood y'know'm sayin'
Rich big time killa crack niggaz do it
Yo yo this young corleone capone a force of aka real clinton
Y'feel what i'm sayin'
Yo i cop the coke 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 ni**a
Keep a gat that'll put it in your back ni**a
Four shots you'll be layin' out flat ni**a 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 niggaz
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 a** ni**a y'know'm sayin'
I sleep bricks ni**a y'know'm sayin'
I got coc*ine everywhere ni**a