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Verse 1 [CAOS 1O1]

I bust rhymes like Flipmode
D.C soldier till I die and I live by the G-code
Yeah that's the D.C code
Mess with CAOS and it will come back to you 2$6 fold
So don't say you ain't been told
My iron get real hot but it start off real cold
I throw it up like a rocket
Make you hand over your cash I ain't gotta pick your pocket
The gang bang yeah I talk it
And you don't wanna be around as I proceed to walk it
Got a weapon I could cock it
Go ahead bring your punchline I'm still gon' block it
Silver tooth ama knock it
You still rearing toughees well I'm rocking Crocket
And Jones so don't mock it
And could I could get buck-wild like there's a zoo in it
Old school ain't no new in it
I can't spend 5 seconds in the booth without losing it
Got a gang ain't no crew in it
Got my own microphone chec my own ones and twos in it
I got beef and I'm chewing it
But it ain't never legit so I say ain't no true in it
My flow sick it got flu in it
My whole click thugacated but ain't no school in it
We the shit ain't no bull in it
We pushing dope in your hood young homie ain't no pulling it
Smart ass ain't no fool in it
The Italian stallion, ain't no mule in it
Mouth shut ain no drool in it
Punchlines in abundence, a little kung-fu in it
CAOS really doing it
You'll find a lot of me ain't no you in it
Host a party ain't don't know who in it
Perform on stage all cheers ain't no booing it
Crimes with the boys in blue in it
And I wanna study law so ain't no sewing it
[Hook]

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

[Verse 2]

I breathe fire like a dragon
My flow be a sports car yours a station wagon
I'm forever Black-flagging
And it's D.C till the grave, throw it up like I'm gagging
I dig my pants when they're sagging
Spray-paint in my hand I'm about to get the tagging
Yeah get your tongue wagging
We're on that Blood In The Sand shit, about to get the fragging
D.C Productions yeah we're bragging
If you're a hater and you know it, you best get the hanging
New holster, put the mack in
Everybody know we ride, we down for the banging
Bring your chick for the shagging
I don't talk much, 'coz I could get the click-clacking
Hear the whip when it's cracking
And we're always number one, because you always get to slacking
D.C Soldier get the clapping
You're a bitch-nigga and we're about to get to bitch-slapping
Yo rap is my life
So you can't kill me with a gun or a knife
Always complaining like a wife
I done worked for what I've got, you're just trife
I always rap about violence
You don't know what's going on in my head when there's silence
I hate cops and their sirens
I command respect even from the oldest tirents
I don't care what your sign is
You ain't blood, you ain't crip, you ain't G-Unit riders
I'm down with the Triple Cs
Hola vato to the Latin K.I.N.Gs
All my niggers pushing trees
Ain't never been to work but still stacking Gs
Bomping the D.R.Es
Still, get down to the D.O double Gs
Pacs and the biggies
You best get rich or you best die trying
Yo I'm always high flying
Break the law, get paid ain't now denying
When we die they'll be crying
'coz in the concrete jungle, we are the lion
[Hook]

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