Rappone. One Word. One Future. One Leader.
... Workin on an Album, Whereas unreleased music may be thrown here along with remixes
Lyrics
How could C even try to be bustin a G,
I'ma break 'Cas', Like Ima Hustla CD, {cassidy}
You only 'high' when ya fuckin plagued wit the munches,
Youd be a star if yo songs were as 'played' as yo punches,
Too generic nigga he aint givin no mic to you,
fuck connectin punches man yup they go right thru you,
Cz you a ghost, muhfucka he named casper,
Niggaz gon forgetchu like the show that ya named after,
Friendly ghost haha, steppin to a killer,
you too young to 'see a pussy' but i betcha 'got a mirror',
N imma fuck ya up lil dawg wit no PROTECTION,
This guy dont exist man, he a ghosts reflection,
Its like im more generous huh, cz i serve bigger,
keep ma name outcha mouth, like the word nigga,
You cant best ma shit, you aint nexta this,
Im finna 'end a ghosts life like an excorcist',
Im quick n im fast, to put a whole 'cas{t}', =cas=casper
On eversingle last part of ya fuckin body,
N you aint no dawg we all kno "that cats purr"/"the casper"
you aint no dawg we all no "that cats purr"/"the casper"
this is never gettin close, casper neva gettin votes,
cz my spits like holy water in the way they gettin ghosts,
This aint no hocus shit, aint no ghosts u noticed this,
and maybe death by 'keys' but you aint nuthin wit the 'spoken' shit,
Stick a 'brown wun' in ya mouth Feed you my 'shit' in n out,
You aint 'ill' but 'remedy', is someone u cant live without,
But the 'Harb'/herb in ya mouth, thinkin it would "getcha lifted",
peeps experience no 'rush', from ya shit dont get it twisted.. you gon lose KID..
