Snowgoons, Reef the Lost Cauze, Chief Kamachi, Buckshot - Make Way lyrics

Snowgoons, Waxwork, word up
My dude Illegal, yeah, dead
Aight, yeah, it's gon' down
Reef the Lost Cauze chief Kamachi
Uh huh, yo

Look, make way for the number one independent
Buck said Duck hold it down and I meant it
2009 the year I invented
I done get a label then maybe you all end it
Pretendin' you had them resales locked
Since the www dot dropped and that stopped
Flop after flop, had to cause a shock
No props, see the net is unorthodox
Ain't nobody at the top like nah
You can't rock or roll
That's where it gets outta control
Oh, everybody gotta sight
Everybody gotta fight for a product
But now that's old, not if it's told
You ain't gotta ask me no more
Next time we meet, just say, "Buck, hello?"
You know
Cuz there's too much info available
Nowadays you gotta tape or mail it to
Wait they don't even do that now
Go to my site and upload ya MP3 file, aight?
Next time you wanna learn more
Why I'm so independent?
First of all, brother I earn more!
I suggest, I respect, you give us
And give up like how I suggest, okay, okay
So next time you wanna learn
About this rap game ask me, hey!
I suggest, I respect, you give us
And give up like how I suggest, okay, okay
So next time you wanna learn
About this rap game ask me, hey!

Can I put you on? Son you put 'em on
Can I put you on? Son you put 'em on
Can I put 'em on? Son you put 'em on
Cuz them other dudes is talking
That shit that's gon'

It's the killer slang crack shows
Smoking a Castro
Frosty the Flow Man, made from Black Snow
With no carrot
Nose blood from a terror froze
Reef the Lost Cauze is the name
Who cares to know?
Padre, flow is Sierra Madre
Make crime mates migrate
To different climates
Inhabit ya habitat, I am a battle axe
Dipped in Grenadine
Feel the seams of your cabbage crack
Make you do the 'Running Man'
Yeah the Cabbage Patch
Where that cabbage at? Never babbitt sacks
Gimme bubba kush, mothafucka look
It's Buckshot and Kamach, mothafucka hook
I ain't the one for the dumb shit
No fucking crook
Put down the gun, son, read a fucking book
I recommend you start simple like Dr seuss
You say you better than Cauze
Is just not the truth

Yo, international, Hip-Hop is my interpreter
Galaxies beyond my sound blast from a Merkaba
I'm the dot in the center
Of a symbol that's circular
Too deep religion of the
Streets still converting ya
Slaves y'all worship the cell
Too much for family to visit
Plus they restricting our mail
Besides our own freedom
They take our childrens as well
Medicine and mind games ain't
No healing in hell temporary thing
Our people will still prevail
Look at our history
Please acknowledge the crook and the flail
Last time you've seen a book
You was booked up in jail
Don't read too much, life is a story to tell
Remind you though music of how
Our great dynasty fell mystery schools
Laugh at the Romans from Yale
Back on the Ivory Coast where
Our great merchants will sell
Now the corner stores
The temple where we purchase our L's