Broken Glass

Cappadonna

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    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

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    [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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