作词 : Cassidy卡塞蒂
作曲 : TRxEE
Rap arts run so low and deep
When you get hit, don’t turn the other cheek
From CPT Cali. to GD China
For anyone who tries to decode this cypher
C.W.A, the people minority
We stand against the authority
Question, what’s your lyrics about?
Jot down my words, right about now
It’s not about who got the biggest stick
It’s not about who tamed the hottest chick
Young money, O G, are just some giant bullshit
Don’t pose your papers I am sick of it.
The extra cash don’t boost up your credit.
Excuse vulgarity take a martini
Na! It’s not about none of those
Rap music, you got to have soul,
Don’t you know we are from parted worlds
I grind when your life’s an English Earl
You keep talking about girls and jewels
And you really start to get on my nerves
Na, think outside of the box
Rap music, you got to have soul,
Your own, not others
Story after story, let me see your whole soul
The skeleton behind the curtain, will show
Hand to the heaven
Hand on the Bible
Swear you speak the whole truth
But not the half truth
Or I will lose my cool
The meaning of life and city downside.
We burn the place down in 300 Fahrenheit
Free your mind, claim your desire
That’s the whole point of rap music.
Shit I write, get me a sentence of life
I will red num you in the broad daylight
Life is no fair game,
And players got no shame
We look at the world in a different angle
Shoot out words, duel with Porthos
Explicit shit employed in the tempo
And it only it only serves one purpose
It only it only aims at one goal
It’s only about making a point in a combustive way
It’s only about making echoes in people’s minds
Stressful, powerful like C4 explosion
Straight from our chests with no hesitation
We be the lyrical locksmith
Smite the land as the Mighty Zeus did
Cynics are the ones who always complain
All talks and nothing, waste from airplane
Social progress we stride to get
Get in my shoes you’ll know what to react
No one, could keep us under
In this BGM, we are the mother****ers
We are endless, Shapeless formless
Immortal metamorphosis
Rebel yell
Rebel yell never fail
till our lungs break into pieces
Rap music runs so low and deep
And it’s no one’s exclusive privilege
black culture it originated
I salute to the all-time greatest
Any wild thoughts you have, take notes
That’s the source of your unlimited arsenal
Rap music is epic ,throned and tittled
I bring with me not peace but sword
Spill sweat and blood in this Encore
Like Marshall Mathers I lose myself
Lock you up as trophy on my shelf.
If you try to see what my vessel contains
Get yourself on a super-sonic plane
They say no power in our lyrics
Then came” Life’s a struggle”,
The mighty tempo
They say only stretch the painful course
But what hurts with positive thoughts
Our flow orbits the plant Earth
Disturb even saucer man in their own turf
Us too want to be the Icons
The inspirations to generations.
This is not the house of cards
But Pharoah solid bricks of Pyramid