Blaq Poet, Reef the Lost Cauze - New Age Villain lyrics
[Blaq Poet, Reef the Lost Cauze - New Age Villain lyrics]
"Recognize the G"
"What y'all don't know? Shots
Bang out of clips" "Recognize the G"
"Macs, tecs, which ones you like?"
What, what, WHAT'?!
Poet's unstoppable, rhyme style remarkable
Flow like an AK, poppin you, droppin you
Gunfire sprays I'm known as the wildest
I get it in, I'm the motherfuckin foulest
Who wanna test? I leave a bloody mess
Ain't none of y'all niggas
Built for my stress
Ready for war wearin Timbs and fatigues
Takin no prisoners it's you versus me
I'm the hardest of the hardcore
It's God's law, I'm trained in the art of war
How many times I gotta say this shit?
Gotta remind y'all niggas, y'all forget quick
I rep QB to the fullest
Got the whole rap industry sweatin bullets
You know my motto was fuck the police
From Queens Plaza to 59 Street
Touch mine and it's problems
So many problems a genius can't solve them!
The righteous will prosper
I'm higher than opera notes
Tote guns, spit fire like Mothra - don't
Ever look into the eye of a monster i'm not
Tryna battle you I'm tryin to pop you
You dumb! I was tryin to stop you
Now you dyin cause I hold the
Iron iron that shot you
Yo guns don't kill people
The soul of a man does
Leave you faceless like the mascot for And1
Throwback shit, hold that clip
I just collect money chill
And roll that piff
Until you get the picture, like a Kodak strip
They call me raw dog Cauze
I'm on that Kojak shit
Telly Saval' I'm ready for all, demolition
Hit 'em, until they ready to fall
Hold my heat ready aim steady and all
Take niggas back to school like every fall
It's the Cauze young boy
"What y'all don't know? Shots
Bang out of clips" "Recognize the G"
"Macs, tecs, which ones you like?"
What, what, WHAT'?!
Poet's unstoppable, rhyme style remarkable
Flow like an AK, poppin you, droppin you
Gunfire sprays I'm known as the wildest
I get it in, I'm the motherfuckin foulest
Who wanna test? I leave a bloody mess
Ain't none of y'all niggas
Built for my stress
Ready for war wearin Timbs and fatigues
Takin no prisoners it's you versus me
I'm the hardest of the hardcore
It's God's law, I'm trained in the art of war
How many times I gotta say this shit?
Gotta remind y'all niggas, y'all forget quick
I rep QB to the fullest
Got the whole rap industry sweatin bullets
You know my motto was fuck the police
From Queens Plaza to 59 Street
Touch mine and it's problems
So many problems a genius can't solve them!
The righteous will prosper
I'm higher than opera notes
Tote guns, spit fire like Mothra - don't
Ever look into the eye of a monster i'm not
Tryna battle you I'm tryin to pop you
You dumb! I was tryin to stop you
Now you dyin cause I hold the
Iron iron that shot you
Yo guns don't kill people
The soul of a man does
Leave you faceless like the mascot for And1
Throwback shit, hold that clip
I just collect money chill
And roll that piff
Until you get the picture, like a Kodak strip
They call me raw dog Cauze
I'm on that Kojak shit
Telly Saval' I'm ready for all, demolition
Hit 'em, until they ready to fall
Hold my heat ready aim steady and all
Take niggas back to school like every fall
It's the Cauze young boy