Cappadonna

[Intro: Cappadonna]
Shake em... post up.. (move... yeah)
Hold that nigga..
[Cappadonna]
Its like a snake bites the flesh, I damage and leave the poison
Ruckus in the Square, its 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 cant stop, bouncin and movin
Cuz I walk these dogs like Im righteous
Buildin in the cypher with twelve Gods
People from all over flood the street like cars
To hear the drama, whos that spectucular rhymer?
Its 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]
Im 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, its the twelve oclock 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 dont 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, whats really good?
You fuckin faggots!
I tried to tell ya niggas, we wont be opressed no more..
We aint takin it, nigga, this shit is real!
This album right here is called "The Struggle"
Dont forget! Its my fuckin word..
2003, slash, Code:Red, nigga! [three gun shots]
[ Broken Glass Lyrics ]