Free At Last Lyrics - Singles - Caos 1o1

Verse 1 [CAOS 1O1] 

I bust rhymes like Flipmode 

D.C soldier till I die and I live by the G-code 

yeah that's the D.C code 

mess with CAOS and it will come back to you 2$6 fold 

so don't say you ain't been told 

my iron get real hot but it start off real cold 

I throw it up like a rocket 

make you hand over your cash I ain't gotta pick your pocket 

the gang bang yeah I talk it 

and you don't wanna be around as I proceed to walk it 

got a weapon I could cock it 

go ahead bring your punchline I'm still gon' block it 

silver tooth ama knock it 

you still rearing toughees well I'm rocking Crocket 

and Jones so don't mock it 

and could I could get buck-wild like there's a zoo in it 

old school ain't no new in it 

I can't spend 5 seconds in the booth without losing it 

got a gang ain't no crew in it 

got my own microphone chec my own ones and twos in it 

I got beef and I'm chewing it 

but it ain't never legit so I say ain't no true in it 

my flow sick it got flu in it 

my whole click thugacated but ain't no school in it 

we the shit ain't no bull in it 

we pushing dope in your hood young homie ain't no pulling it 

smart ass ain't no fool in it 

the Italian stallion, ain't no mule in it 

mouth shut ain no drool in it 

punchlines in abundence, a little kung-fu in it 

CAOS really doing it 

you'll find a lot of me ain't no you in it 

host a party ain't don't know who in it 

perform on stage all cheers ain't no booing it 

crimes with the boys in blue in it 

and I wanna study law so ain't no sewing it 

[Hook] 

I'm a beast in a cage 

and the time has arrived to release all that rage 

in the booth or the stage 

I'm way above your level can't be measured on your gage 

I'm a beast in a cage and the time has arrived to release all that rage 

and the time has arrived to release all that rage 

in the booth or the stage 

you're yesterday's paper it's time to flip the page 

[Verse 2] 

I breathe fire like a dragon 

my flow be a sports car yours a station wagon 

I'm forever Black-flagging 

and it's D.C till the grave, throw it up like I'm gagging 

I dig my pants when they're sagging 

spray-paint in my hand I'm about to get the tagging 

yeah get your tongue wagging 

we're on that Blood In The Sand shit, about to get the fragging 

D.C Productions yeah we're bragging 

if you're a hater and you know it, you best get the hanging 

new holster, put the mack in 

everybody know we ride, we down for the banging 

bring your chick for the shagging 

I don't talk much, 'coz I could get the click-clacking 

hear the whip when it's cracking 

and we're always number one, because you always get to slacking 

D.C Soldier get the clapping 

you're a bitch-nigger and we're about to get to bitch-slapping 

yo rap is my life 

so you can't kill me with a gun or a knife 

always complaining like a wife 

I done worked for what I've got, you're just trife 

I always rap about violence 

you don't know what's going on in my head when there's silence 

I hate cops and their sirens 

I command respect even from the oldest tirents 

I don't care what your sign is 

you ain't blood, you ain't crip, you ain't G-Unit riders 

I'm down with the Triple Cs 

hola vato to the Latin K.I.N.Gs 

all my niggers pushing trees 

ain't never been to work but still stacking Gs 

bomping the D.R.Es 

still, get down to the D.O double Gs 

Pacs and the biggies 

you best get rich or you best die trying 

yo I'm always high flying 

break the law, get paid ain't now denying 

when we die they'll be crying 

'coz in the concrete jungle, we are the lion 

[Hook] 

I'm a beast in a cage 

and the time has arrived to release all that rage 

in the booth or the stage 

I'm way above your level can't be measured on your gage 

I'm a beast in a cage and the time has arrived to release all that rage 

and the time has arrived to release all that rage 

in the booth or the stage 

you're yesterday's paper it's time to flip the page