Awesome beat by freebeats, strong credit to them. Collabed with Trilla-G & J-R on this one. I'm first verse, Trilla-G is second, & J-R is last.
Ceasar Z, rapping up a new style for the people who are sick of hearing the same concept of rap today.
Born straight from the ghetto of Buffalo, NY, Ceasar had a struggled childhood. Influenced from the wrong people, and forced to do the wrong things, Ceasar demands to have his voice heard, as a troubled immigrant now living in Ontario, Canada. He chooses to rap for everything and everyone that is sick of hearing the same, boring concept of rap.
Story behind the song
Strong lyrics about how not alot of rappers got respect for this game like we do.
Lyrics
Gotta say something to all you to all fakers, you ain’t got the heart you just pure breakers, it’s time hip hop has met it’s playas, trilla g, j-r, pure rule breakers
It’s time this sport should set its tone, Time to look away from what the TV has shown, one little slip you make your cover is blown, you ain’t got soul, get off the throne
For what we do, we keep it in our hearts, Ruling all the underground and topping the charts, Making sure all you people are playing your parts, Our whole crew is up cause we got the smarts
So give it all up, if you don’t got the feel, This ain’t no joke we serious for real, Mother fuckers who ain’t got the rap appeal, Better see that this group won’t ever conceal
We’ll never let you busters tear us up, Cause your rhymes fuckin suck and that’s whats up, maybe you should be begging with a paper cup, cause with talent like that you just a chump
We put our hearts in everything we write, unlike you kids who can’t pass my height, eternally squinting when you stare at my light, Tearing up kid’s, that’s
J-R’s delight
Love nothing but to get our voices heard, only people who got love that’s preferred, mean every bar to our last word, now you bitches wanna wreck it, that’s absurd
Tired of you preschoolers talking about glocks, Get out of rap, go back playing with your blocks, Trilla G J-R, we call the shots, Love for the game, is the name, writin all the plots
{Chorus} nobody got love, like we do
nobody got love, we stay true
nobody got love, like this crew
Ain’t nobody got love, we got love
nobody got love, ain’t no lie
nobody got love, till we die
nobody got love, touch the sky
Ain’t nobody got love, we got love {Chorus}
