Yo (yeah) This is Casual (we in the house) Breakin rappers backs (want to let y'all know) You are now warned (Hieroglyphics) Might as well get used to it I'm comin with the fat tracks!! (Bring it in Domino) Ninety-three on (ninety-three til infinity yaknowhatI'msayin) All wack MC's fell (y'all don't know what time it is) Rollin in with Hieroglyphics (Hiero, yeahhh) Souls of Mischief, Del, Shamen, Snupe (to reign) Casual, Hieroglyphics (we got the bomb) Lettin niggaz know Uh-huh, that's on the freestyle tip I'ma break it down for you somethin like this (yo Cas kick some shit off the top of your head Cas) We'll see if you, see if you can follow it (they can't hang, man kick that shit in)
Well most, M-Ceez get, beaten, defeaten I eat men, I'm the bestest the West is now on the map, you clown, but I'm gonna slap your wack shit (wack shit) I pack kids You step to the mat, it's, not, advised I'm wise, you'll need a disguise After I, bruise your eyes (black eyes) Rollin with Hiero, I know, I'm a fly bro (hiero) Because you're gonna die, foe If you step to me I seek em out, with telepathy (use your brain) You best just be baggin up because the West is the best (West is the best) G, and you will fail You are stale, your shit is butt, I hear your cuts and your, rhymes but they're wack, your tracks are not fat (wack) take that shit back (wack) Rollin like this (they don't know nothin about off the head) (they don't know nothin about off the head) (y'all niggaz can't rhyme off the head) (always get in circles with your written shit) (yo y'all gotta learn about Fear Itself) (youknowhatI'msayin, man fuck y'all, we in it, knowhatI'msayin?) (Hieroglyphics)
Get a load of this MC, and that MC I guess the G does not posess the recipe You're stale men fell when inferior complexes of when John flexes vexes the, competition often stop and listen in all men men saught in, raw I bet your best to play to crave the savior Never let the sweat be seen against me fiending for an inkling when, the sin retreat before the score is scuffed, you flunk again I recommend that you step, or I deck your chin then I grin cause you slept, you kept your Face placed in the spot from, first to last Now listen up as Cas come burst that ass Basically, your crew stunk Here's your grade chump, you flunked
Chorus:
Like that and uh, MC's just flunked (4X)
Verse Two:
It's vital how I pull tricks up off my jock Sticks and stones breakbeats and bones make fleets of clones, drop Sway as I say an essay, will impress a critic Critic the way I bring a flow, get it I'm the dopest, admit it Regurgitate when you bit it Ex-Lax the skills of a poet that's the shit and he know it, I swat em seek em out, and close in- -tro blows internally damaging men pos-ing I suppose thin tracks are always wack It all pays back when you stays fat Like that and uh, like this and uh This man'll, show you how to flow, dope Simply stating my standpoint on the, spunk Basically, you flunked
Chorus
Chorus Two:
Like that, the competition, they just flunked (4x)
Verse Three:
It's curtains, the way to adjust, must just be bearing with the tearing and ripping that I'm inflicting, from where the proper shit of my begin when, tricks lead your saliva is deep in my dick, clean I need a remedy from men that be All into me, they might fall into the abyss As I twist these melodies Hella MC's seize these fellas be prolific, with it, all intact Keep in touch even though I'm only callin back wack, you're week-er than seven days You should find a way to bring a weaker thought like crime pays I simply the peak in rhyme divinity when it be up to me, for the funk Higher like this, higher like that I got your brain again, you flunked
The coming of the new Overlordian I I be the boy within the man so why try I never needed comp, I never wanted comp I feels I exceeded the skills needed I'm rough with the stuff enough puff they got But they not the shot, I got the proof Aloof, type fella, helluva guy I love myself, and my high Roll with finks and if it's essential Yo even if it don't mean shit, I will convince you Since, you, never been in my brain You probably never noticed the array of the pain But I gain, no pain no gain no brain no sane thoughts, will be maintained, so I keep my head on Can't be fuckin with that buddha too of-ten I'm new to that, but I'm true to that Due to mack policies, I need to know if I know This is Me-O-Mi-O-Why
Chorus:
Me-O-Mi-O (repeat 8x)
Me-O-Mi-O I'm tryin to let the fly know, what I know I never been a shy bro, strictly getting, ends Hitting, skins, along with men, who set, trends I base my reasoning Upon Casual, having nuff seasoning And plus I please a Queen, when I choose too Never can decide which one, to give juice to, hah I'm always with a dip on a trip And if baby wanna flip, she can, skip Similar to rattles, so I apply the proper poetry used to gets flames thrown promptly, with my prowess I live a life of malice, but still I feel that I will never forget, who my pal is So now you need to learn or know like I know The info, is in Me-O-Mi-O-Why
Chorus
The autobiography of me Misconstrued thoughts of my pops made me be This one rude individual when my mood is in the critical stages it's pitiful the way I get the pull Flame from the mysteries, so I twist the G's that's around me Releasing frustration by clowning But now think of those who ain't exposed behind closed doors That I post more than I really do But really who's to blame? No scapegoat, I just shape dope Wishin to make over a career But will I say, when my parents say, rap won't stay Don't they know, yet they won't show, as I flow Keepin the rhymes constant, John spent, time in rhymin So I'm sure that I'm gonna get mine then The end, come dine with my family and friends And a calamity, couldn't cram the G when I be-gin
Hah, ay youknowhatI'msayin Hieroglyphics in here... forever Hah hah!
Verse One:
Aiyyo peep it, the back breakin mack takin titles Vital to the right I'll make men ache when they try to step, but charlatans are within the range of danger, which keeps me callin friends I meets more fake fools than real ones But it takes clues and hits to make moves with sense And since I'm-a rhy-mer, I need to take time to give niggaz reminders Who's the best, confuse the rest Abuse crews with the news they paid dues to my death The defter, slept on, long enough So now I pissed the stronger stuff and break out a bomb to puff Wrong! You can't hit, I lit it Get it, nope, because you, counter-feited, dope I hate fake guys and you make eyes follow with you hollow tips through, your hand, you're left dead
Chorus: repeat 2X
Get off it, I know you know I know you're on it (3X) Get off it, I know you know, I know you know
Verse Two:
Hip-hip hooray! Dip skip away from the forte of freshness nuff skills impresses the West is all up to my ingenuity, you will be comparing, to the rare men, we're aware when daring situations get your face in your crew's areas, so you move gregarious Whatever you rhyme you do shit that's putrid and noisome, so why voice em, crew's get beaten until inanity Hieroglyphics can it be We're the best in the planet G Wiz niggaz are jealous But I fight what you bend with teeth so you can see if you can dig the G-R-O-O-V-E-S cause we be fresh For cypher a few the sneak-iest When kids wanna fade me, great But behold I got Seoul like the Olympics in eighty-eight So ladies wait for the coming of the He-Men You're on my nuts or that's how it's se-men The mastermind is never apprehended I screw the ruler, to fool the joker, and going up like the smoke of a phattie, add me to the shitlist, cause I be that I know you see that, we phat Livin larger than life I be the Zenith, clean with, mean stuff Taking charge of the stifiling Oppressing the dop-est in the sector Respect the, dope rhyme wrecker Hope I'm cleanin, when you think you're seein a massy Josh B got the beat like Rodney So King me, cuz I jumped ya This is how I checkah, foe Hit even the pecker, yo Getting to respect the, bro L-I-F-N-I-C you now know
Yo! Get the fuck off my dick and let me rip this shit!
I write raps, And when niggaz bite, I clap, 'Cos their shit sounds better now. You done let me down, I thought it would be dope, but instead, Your shit's dead, You gets fed To the alligators lurking in the moat, Peep what I wrote, You bit so hard, I though your shit was a quote. But still I'm taxing, axing the competition, And any wack men, I stomp & dis 'em Easily. And you can feel the pressure, plus When I bust MCs'll be Trampling eachother trying to exit, When I flex it, The way I wreck shit is not unexpected. Niggaz just lose when I choose The best crews of MCs, And turn 'em into refugees. I slaughter a lotta MCs that are the ?Styles I compiles?, and cut 'em up like ?vows?. Think to yourself I write the shit So you can bite the shit, And I'll know, despite you get props. (To da beat!) Niggaz get dropped.
Sample: That's how it was and that's how it is!
Enough with this wackness, Enough is my ?check?, Enough with these motherfuckers biting DAS EFX. I come real when I show skill, (Hey, yo, Saafir!) You macked on that ho ill, And that's for real, my flow still Is everlasting, niggaz forever blasting Shots when cash gets hot. You're not fresh, so you hating when I be just Ripping microphones without stating the obvious. Now how much harder can it get? Niggaz try to flow, but they soundin' like me A year ago. Shit, old, kaput, I got loot, To the hos I'm cute, and so I always got boots. It's me, so be free to feel the ?Ivy swing?, More niggaz got my back than Rodney King. I feel tight, knowing that the shit I write Will be exposed to foes, and everyone will feel fright. And you'll run and tell your man, "Yo, peep this twist, It's real, try to practise." But the mack is Way ahead of ya, instead of ya wack sound, I'm kickin' shit to make MCs back down. Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads, Niggaz can be dead, I got 'em in line, like ?Stimpy?. Red light, slow that shit down, bring it to a halt. You're wack and it's all your fault
Look, this is my third time doin this shit Yaseewhati'msayin, and I'm gettin tired, my ass is sweaty I ain't got time, and uhh, I'm just Gonna let you know I'm kickin it with casual Yaseewhati'msayin, my extro pro dank nigga Now check this out (it's time for da bullshit) Yo, I'm with mike g, I'm with snupe, I'm with del I'm with hieroglyphics, I'm with souls of mischievious niggaz I'm with pep, from the motherf**kin shamen I'm with j groove and I'm from the motherf**kin hobo junction Now check this shit out, f**k the bullshit. now when it...
Thought I was gonna rhyme, right? Hell motherf**kin no (nyahhh) Hell no, hell no (hell no) I'm talkin shit, I'm from the motherf**kin west I'm from oakland Seewhati'msayin, and I'm like, crazy like...
Lyrics:
Schizophrenic tenant number one When it comes to housing, arousing the, intellect with intro-spect
Flex on me, huh, I don't think so... yet, bitch (beeatch) My jettin is letting my exhaust defrost my balls I smell the fear and the sauce in your drawers For arm & hammer, shamen, grammar I got the flow g, the d-flow The hobo, the junction (conjuction) The d stands for diesel I ran into my extra pro niggaro casual He didn't say shit, he passed the spliff and I hit it Then I set sail for the tropics on the down low And I'll end this bullshit with a pound bro
Outro:
See, it's basically not, a rap Seewhati'msayin, it's basically (f**k the bull) Yeah, it's basically f**k you, hah But check it out, youknowhamsayin The west is phat and that's all we gonna, like, express Youknowhamsayin, and I wanna express f**k you 'cause I don't give a f**k, I'm tellin you Youknowhamsayin, and we gonna ah, real, we for real finna come up We finna come up. we finna You hear that? finna. hella. we hella raw We hella raw. country accents, hillbillies and all that (all that) From the backroads nigga
Coolin, just like the man's supposed to You know the most who respect a fool and a post crew I often catch static brothers beef and they tellin me Jealousy let it be, cuz I got funk with my melon Now it's time to rhyme and tell a G this fella be Movin steadily ahead of me is a void Emptyness you're less than best you're just wimpiest I decapitate a rapper's fate with my niftiness And I slip the fresh shit under your nose I get the mess hall rockin, all jockin A fly brother, a poet slow it down to enrich my pitch Ask Mike P is it likely we can switch a bitch Affirmative and now I learn to live trifiling When a skin pretends it's the end, who she stifiling She ain't stopping me I leave her She receive a goodbye, and I would try, hit some beaver That's because a dog is only out for a bone After I get it I quit it leave me a-lone Back up off me, we agreed that we won't argue That's what you get for fuckin with, a hard crew A group of trooper buckin shit your luck can get snatched And utilized the crew that tries, dies Eyes are awakened, necks are choked, I take Extra tokes of a slpiff, and if you want it, bring it
Why don't you follow the funk (7X) Take along
A clever one, to spin men to the surface of Rap plateau, with crap that go, pop I never knew men doing my music Get confused with, used shit, and crews bit But they get the butter spread over bread What it said, is we made the dough, so go ahead Damn! Damn I am, I stop a flow Before I go, why don't you tell me who wit me, no Subliminal, fin to go, low low low And then I send a flow, to the Joe, who don't know Mr. Nope I'll turn a hoe down in her drawers Butt men I'm cutting flows short, like menopause Then I cause mass confusion as you're choosing Breakbeats that are broken, from too much using Who's in effect, bruising the neck Of a fly G, I get in more dips than corn chips I scorn lips, the warning is the keen idealist Cause I feel this threat coming
Why don't you follow the funk (7X) Tag along
The funk rebel, will rebel and tell and Spit shit to the click of a metronome And get a better tone, hyper letter mon Get a hit or two, from Domino I'ma go find a binder And combine the mind to rearrange the strange And flip a dip like a reciprocal Get the goe, because you know the choice is upon me John be, similar to Fonzie Thumbs up, and they comes up to ask the Ask for the slow flow that's smooth with movin faster
Alright I might Have had a little glare when I stared at ya ho But I didn't know she was like that She stared right back My niggas warnin me that she was comin on to me I react like a mack do I act cool Just to test her cause I ain't no jester I suggest her and her friend be outtie Cause I don't want to make my pals get rowdy And doubt me our friendship But when lips touch I go crazy in the clutch Sorta like schitzo I forgets my bros and pals over gals I didn't mean to but when you fiend you do Strange things for the denim no matter who's in em Grab a flooze then I'm in traffic Don't laugh it might be your girl that I'm talkin about I didn't mean to
Chorus: Repeat 2X
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught It ain't my fault that your girl got caught (I didn't mean to)
Verse Two:
Another incident when I went Way beyond what I should of done John should of stopped before them drawers dropped But I didn't ain't no quittin Really didn't care who's girl I was hittin I admit skinz ain't a reason to lose friends But then again I didn't know, sorry Accept apologies and live on Are we goin hold grudges well oh fudge Its a new year and I do fear Ya actions ya actin shy I mean ya need to be smackin That hoe Instead of tryin to front on me ya know Thats exactly how I'm goin to be ya know I run my game on any G ya know Cause we the most entertainin I meant to blame women For makin me do what the Ak seem to When you call I screen you I didn't mean to
Chorus
Verse Three:
Why do fools be schememin dreamin Actin like demons Niggas don't give a fuck Because they beat shit To many girls front cute When they want loot They tell lies the swell guys Can peep it and thats weak shit Thats why I run game on every freak I get Born in Oakland grew up pumpin Too Short I know the rules on the flooze so who's short I once had a ho who smoked blunts yo She tried to get me so I looked at the front door And now shes not with me so forget it But every once in a while I'll hit it And it happened to be your girl I didn't mean to and I been through Your relationship and I hate dumb dips But I really can't trip when they ride my tip I didn't mean to
Once upon John thinking on this MC's just don't know That the best will never contest my flow Hieroglyphics the fly bros rip shit for ya And watch you stumble as I kicks it I blow ya, away Like a sailboat, you fail quote some of my shit to try and get props But no, they got butt flow What bro Can handle the pressure from my gut blow I appear as a foundation, laced in your face That there will be no replacin So trace your tracks or face the mack Cuz I got your girlfriend and ain't no takin her back Word I got it like that, so if you strike back Steal, or don't say shit I play with brains Your thought train is often hijacked and rearranged We became the fly macks
It's like that, cuz we got it like that (8X)
What a little way to express the anger Ya done pressed the stranger, danger Might change a wrong to right Yet a song I write will shed new light as you fight And fuss with us so we must discuss Busting your brain right open And you strain I'm hoping Enquiring minds turn out dope men, but the potion Was not potent enough to fade the master yet Since you have no kryptonite, I get to rip the mic I flip like side B, hit a comp wield and tear apart we'll be-havin babboon They'll be cravin the tunes Sooner than the Sun Times on a new day But who they, I got a bobby pin, so I can rob you men And be driver, of how I come, with my gum slander, and demand a man to think Cuz I can stop and wait, while others contemplate the theories and when they hear these the fear beez tremendous, but I won't amend this, endless time is spent to rhyme, when I'm lit Get a creative urge, then I sit And muster clusters of creation we placed in your face when I bust you
Yeah, huh I will display my dynamics Get out the way damnit I plan it just to leave mc's abandoned Brandin x's when I flex this I wreck shit And leave rappers searching for the exit Lets get physical I got precision skill Until I fill ya spot when you rot Shrivel, crazy paranoia cause I'll kill you Cut you Me and my microphone reach out and touch you Crush you into particles I'm sparkin, still I get smarter And I make my styles hits harder I mack styles Stack piles Distract smiles You're wack while I continue to get in you
[casual]
The main purpose to my service
Is to make mc's nervous No one will serve this Superb is my skill Niggas get chills as I spills 'em I kills them with vocals I slam and folks will Out jammies because I slam with ease And you can't deny that because you abandoned me Huh, I came to collect my thoughts This collection brought perfection And it was taught to the masses Now your ass is out Cause cas is out Your shit clash, I doubt That you will make it But you can fake it, like these other pooh-butts I don't know who Or what signed 'em They must be in it for the loot F**k, I don't need this wack shit My tracks hit, the straight beat And that's it I hate a weak mc When he speaks it tempts me To crack his skull and leave his domepiece empty
How'd I get here, dwell through the hauls of all this confusion usin' my tactics to stay alive, wait astride when they try to get ya, pretend they the bomb and they gonna get with ya. Run get away wouldn't care to stay and try, a peace ralley's not a place to die. Flee the park peoples pigs is comin' Your already homeless but they want ya gone in less then three, eat away the P-O-L-I-C-E, and I see the billy club. He'd really love to hit me or get me but my 3-5-7 is wit me. Ain't goin' out I ain't, I'd rather paint chalk around a pig then a brother who's dark. I never ever walk streets lonely, I always gotta have my millimeter on me. To kill or beat a bald Bill or Ted officer, lootin' so you shootin' and ya go off with tha trigger, so ya figure you need to dig her. Nigga of some brown but it ain't happenin'.
(Bridge)3x
Didn't wanna cap him cause I knew it wasn't wise, realized that my plan b was comin'. I need a concoction to block men and auction off them just like they did us in dock ten, so now I stalkin' walkin' with myself, and plus Tajai's swiss knife from off the shelf. To shake the likes of black abusers. And use a can opener, to open ya, skin and then dig in and twist and turn, and salt, burn! Left him cryin' that I'll never get away. I always get away, I always get away. Retreat and bag off, call A-plus he must know that I'm about to fag off. Tell him he sager, inhale when I heard the word was abandonin' me, my plan would be crumbled. I tumble down in tears, pressured by the cops and neglected by my peers. But now I gotta go on all I know, phuck it I'm a call a ho.
(Bridge)3x
The spot I'm hidin' in is not tight, B-P-D see me spotlight. I gotta get movin' hopin' fences, droppin' senseless men who try to stop me on my way. They in pursuit of a cute kinda demanded, man and then away the fly guys landin', and then they gon get Buck-ba-bo-bo. Buckshots and a lugged gun used up, who's up next? No one. I go run the whole one, hopped in, stopped when. I noticed that the quote is from good times. . . I'm the man. There goes the brothers who bit ooh goody, they got em surrounded description blue hoody. That's what happens when ya wanna wear your apparel like mine. . . . Couldn't Figure it out?? Ya Lose In the end!!
