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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #182
Peak in subgenre #108
Author
Ka-Ve
Rights
Public Announcement
Uploaded
July 24, 2014
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.1 MB • 160 kbps • 3:37
Story behind the song
Creative, collaborative effort by myself and the very talented producer A08. The instrumental was created from scratch, and was intended to be a very fun, hype track. With the amount of explicit lyrics I had began to write to accompany the track, I figured there was little to no chance of this song ever landing on your local radio station. Hence the phrase, "Even if they don't play this through Cd, stereo, sound system, dawg, I ain't gone miss em..." This idea - along with the on-going theme throughout the song that I don't play around when it comes to this life of music - also gave the track it's title, "Don't Play"
Lyrics
[Verse 1]:
Awwww man, Ka-Ve, A08, they be
Dieties hangin out where the demons & heathens be/
God in the hood, Good, exactly how they all perceivin' me/
Leavin me out to dry, hardly greeted with high fives/
Left rollin my trees alone with my bro, readin some High Times/
Hope they don't pass too fast, last until my next stash
of checks get cashed, blunts get ashed, in the cupholder/
The windows rolled up, got more to roll up, lemme park the car, nxxxa,
Hol' up, this bxtch is smoked up from the flo' up to the ceiling that's missin/
To the astral plane my mind's lifted, livin' in a dream that's unscripted/
Chillin hi with some hoes you only wish to get with/
Isn't this shxt ironic? Like an angel actin demonic? Roll chronic faster than Sonic, easily get people on it/
To be honest, bluebonnet buds got em really hi my nxxxa/
Where spaceships intersect with time machines so please don't try an get with us, because/
[Hook]:
Awwww man, Ka-Ve, A08, they be
Crazy if they hate this, and even if they don't play this
Through CD, stereo, sound system,
dawg I ain't gone miss em (Why?)
Cause I be so hi, in the fxckin' sky,
That even with these dark shades off,
I still can't see these fxckin guys [x2]
[Verse 2]:
Eyes red from the green, they tellin me to slow down/
Whoa now, whoa now, it's about to go down/
After this 'rillo go out, smoked out, conversations/
Bout who gone lead the nation, if there's any need for doomsday preparation/
An they say we're nothin but prey to Satan
If we pray to Satan or a'one that ain't Jesus Christ/
An Jesus Christ, my mind ain't right, by my side,
Musta left it somewhere that I can't find, or am I blind?
I seen that light, in the dark, no round pink matter in sight/
Sit tight between my legs as she proceed to get right as my/
Brain floats, in a cloud of smoke, thoughts provoke/
Me to type a message to God ask God a question,
"Is this bxtch really a Christian? Catholic?" As if there's a difference/
Deliverance from evil is only a product of one's own self-forgiveness/
Negativity's a sickness, & I'm so ill, fo' real/
My meds ain't really helpin tell yo dealer I need mo' pills/
But y'all kno I don't do bars, I jus spit em, cause the one time I did em,
Hit em too hard & jus threw off the rythm, the beat/
Retreat to higher ground as I proceed to spit these
Paradoxical fire-floody flows/
The track sauteed, my cup muddy/
Got 24's, cars & clothes, mothafxcka, that's how all my bangers roll/
T.I.P'n on fo' vogues, continuously blowin dro/
If you still ain't kno/
Ka-Ve gone, the click is stoned, the chicks get boned/
Eat beats that's homegrown, and then we make em go home/
Cry to they mother & father, beg for mercy up at the altar/
But unfortunately your soul is the next one to be offered/
For sacrifice, the afterlife is all that lies ahead/
As you press your head against the lead/
Blood spread against the marble, gargle witcha las breath/
What was that you said? I can't understand, yet,
It would seem I got the upper hand, gah damn/
[Bridge (Freestyle)]:
Awww fxck, what the shii?
Son of a bxtch, am I supposed to rap to this?
Grab her tits & ass as they see clearly through the glass/
Of my whip? Maaaan, I was jus tryna get a grip, on this trip/
Slip me a zip & a double cup/
Bangin way too hard, so they tellin me to shut the trunk/
You can't stop the funk/
Scent of the skunk from leakin, or the bed from squeakin/
My hanga headed homies from tweakin, smokin, drinkin/
They told me I was insane so I started to believe em all/
Bitches I deceive em all,
Approximately 72 inches under Earth is where I leave em all/
Once they've decayed to skin & bones, I gotta retrieve em all,
To show yall/
It's don't play Ka, cause Ka don't play/
I kno you all heard exactly what the fxck I jus say/
(Get off my dxck hoooo)
