Artist: Reef the Lost Cauze VS Guns-N-Butter Album: Fight Music Song: Intro Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch Yo I ain't pull up in a cake whip I appeared in the mist, ridin on a slave ship Docked at James River Where they used to hang and maim niggas In the same picture they'd exclaim scriptures Cocaine and liquor, I was born into a tenure, a fitna Drug wars for 40 years, nobody richer I had priors before Richard, bills before Cosby It's not comedy, I'm starving I'm at your dance party, ice-griller Wonderin aloud "What is wrong with these white children?" This ain't hipster rap, this that official vicious rap By the aristocrat of rippin cats You missin that, I figured that The kid is back and no, he didn't slack I'm on my job, y'all, until we get it back Cause you hate it too until my face is blue I race with you and drop these koons 'fore they labels do I can divide, I know times table too I'm out to lunch, check please at table 2 You just a farmer, I take out your stable too Oh you crazy, I'm a little unstable too It's all good, I'm all about my paper too But I live this shit and this is somethin you get paid to do See the difference, people listen, then enlighten Fuck the fame, see what the game did to Mike Tyson? Damn, that nigga livin in a bus station Then they got the nerve to wonder why I'm filled with such hatred From where the bus fare raisin and we know how the dust tastin Cause guns bust on every occasion You speak of one nation, we don't count as much Chinamen make a thousand bucks for sellin the same amount of Dutch Masters to young bastards who cut classes Tap asses, sling crack and get blasted By someone they used to have class with It's not tragic, it's a part of the package Over money that coulda been replaced I know you read the news, my dude, but in all truth, do you see a face? The one that looks like mine and got shot nine times And he ain't signed to Dr. Dre And he's dead and the brother who did it locked away This is my life, I got a lot to say Angry nigga sent here to piss you off I ain't doin the jiggaboo strut, no sir, no Chicken George Before that I'ma kick in doors This is not reform out here, young boy, this is war And if you're not prepared you will die violently The real, not what rappers try to be on channel 93 God confides in me So I see I have no right to be anything aside from what I'm designed to be Every day He remindin me That I'm the Lost Cauze, my dog, but I didn't decide to be Every day He remindin me That I'm the Lost Cauze, my dog, but I didn't decide to be