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Cappadonna - Broken Glass lyrics
[Intro: Cappadonna] Shake 'em... post up.. (move... yeah) Hold that nigga.. [Cappadonna] It's like a snake bites the flesh, I damage and leave the poison Ruckus in the Square, it's me who brought the noise in The vocab killa, usin' my words like matches Settin' fire to the jam like Backdraft & Hellfire Latches, start to unlock when I rock You with the ready rock, hip hop feels the block You can't stop, bouncin' and movin' Cuz I walk these dogs like I'm righteous Buildin' in the cypher with twelve Gods People from all over flood the street like cars To hear the drama, who's that spectucular rhymer? It's me: C-A-P-P-A, D, double E Cappadon' brings the shit from cross the sea With the laid back style that pump inside the Porsche If this was the Olympics, I be holdin' the torch With the phat golden 'dallion hangin' down from my neck We the slang prostitution get the dookie respect [Interlude: Cappadonna] Yeah, talkin' bout, get that money up Birth of Don'... what up Rae? What up Ghost? Look at this.. [Cappadonna] I'm a lyrical arson, my technique is awesome Verbal murderer darts and suttle the beat metamorphis Step into my office, I torch this, for chips I cost this More hits, no water hits, unrecord this I swing a sword quick, original Don' for hire I attack microphones and set 'em on fire Welcome to my environment of ill vocal attire Pass the wire, it's the twelve o'clock rock That makes the hip hop beats, dart armanilla Straight Killa Hilla, ol' school joints and Miller Baggy jeans, the gun-gums vest in the dumb-dumbs Come on my team pick corns and we rump-a-pump-pump Coins, and we dumb-dumbs be Donna Goines and my niggas No feds, easy on the pictures (come on now) Watch everything and search those bitches [Outro: Cappadonna] See you, word up We don't get no prop-love Rump-a-pump-pump-pump Come on, can I say it? Pass the tape, get the fuck up What, what, Homicide, S.I What, baby? The hustle... come on Surrender! Move, haha, grab 'em, what's really good? You fuckin' faggots! I tried to tell ya niggas, we won't be opressed no more.. We ain't takin' it, nigga, this shit is real! This album right here is called "The Struggle" Don't forget! It's my fuckin' word.. 2003, slash, Code:Red, nigga! *three gun shots* |
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