Cappadonna Lyrics

Album: Unknown

My Slang Is Editorial (Exclusive Remix) Lyrics

[Featuring U God] 

Yeah ninety six Park Hill style 

Burial ground sound in it forever Dunn 

Politic 

Verse One: Cappadonna/Cappachino 

Here we come right through your eardrum Dunn 

Cherry head catch feel the draft of the aks 

You catch one trying to pretend you could win 

Headlock show the block kid counterattack 

Don of mine stay connect 4th Disciple trife 

Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam 

Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin 

Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever 

chain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe king 

So what now? Industry kids'll lock it down 

Only two loyal, dustin that find you there for 

You wanted to enter thirty-six in the soil 

My technique is speak have you knocked out weak 

Forever in it, my slang dick goes so deep 

Thirsty for hip-hop, Staten Isle niggaz can't stop 

Runnin wild like a child till we reach the top 

Stapleton, New Bright, and West Brighton the harbor 

Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech 

Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up 

Cap the imperial, bring out new material 

You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head 

Wu is in town, catch the hand-off 

Prepare for my dancehall standoff 

Mercy when I come blow your mic-hand off, sorry I touched him 

Here they come again through customs 

Mad ways to dead the wax one way to bust him 

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If it's alright with you it's alright with me 

We can take this rap game to a higher degree 

We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be 

Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon 

Verse Two: U-God, AKA Golden Arms 

These ninety-nine powerful circling swords 

Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on 

Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists 

Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist 

Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist 

Burnt to a crisp, bombarded my pistol grip 

Tongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawbone 

Leaning Tower Pisa sounds of the Mars zone 

Chef dropped that bomb, the takeout will still linger 

Twenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat up 

Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm 

Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend 

I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion 

I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean 

My path releases, volcanic acids 

Engage in the page activity is autographics 

Fraction of my busting microphones start to lust and 

words plays over power practice might bust em 

The black male persuasion known to hunt you for sane 

The Big Apple verbal concert, for the occasion 

The vital snap, now insert my Spinal Tap 

I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped 

The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan 

With Earth Wind and Fire, ice water dead grams 

American hustler up and coming with a vengeance 

Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension 

one lesson motivation for my pistol profestation 

Slang person nailed now we move on a motation 

Location, point-blank, on point be the vessel 

Politic the defecit measure, point the decibel 

We're credible, renaissance, eatin off the barrel 

Advanced chemo, Die Hard to my demo 

Chorus