Casual Filmography

• Tooth and Nail (2009)

Casual: The Series

A guy meets a girl, and something happens...

Cast

• Lauren Marini
• Brian Smith
• Janna VanHeertum
• Jamie Stout
• Derek Reckley
• Michael Hobert
• Mary Jo Deschanel
• Jessica Rich
• Alyshia Ochse
• Jonathan Mariande
• Regina Saldivar
• Sara Amini

• Season 1
• Episode 1: Change
  Girl: Do you think people can change? Or do you think we just are... you know... who we are?...
• Episode 2: Recalling...
  Los Angeles, California, USA...
• Episode 3: ...That Night
  Los Angeles, California, USA...
• Episode 4: Cheese
  Los Angeles, California, USA...
• Episode 5: Little Things
  Los Angeles, California, USA...
• Episode 6: A Door/Window
  Los Angeles, California, USA...
• Season 2
• Episode 1: Transition
  Los Angeles, California, USA...
• Episode 2: Reflection
  Los Angeles, California, USA...
• Episode 3: Elephants
  Los Angeles, California, USA...
• Episode 4: Fragments
  Los Angeles, California, USA...
• Episode 5: A Planted Seed
  Los Angeles, California, USA...
• Episode 6: A Fork/Road
  Los Angeles, California, USA...
• Season 3
• Episode 1: A Rise/Fall
  Los Angeles, California, USA...
• Episode 2: Uncertainty
  USA:25 July 2011...
• Episode 3: Timing
  USA:14 August 2011...
• Episode 4: A Start/End - Part 1
  USA:25 August 2011...
• Episode 5: A Start/End - Part 2
  USA:24 October 2011...

Jazz Casual

Cast

• Perry Lind
• Benny Barth
• Elvin Jones
• Ralph J. Gleason
• Gary Lang
• John Coltrane
• Mel Tormé

• Episode : (1963-12-07)
  USA:7 December 1963...
• Episode : Mel Torme
  USA:2 May 1964...

• Casual - Grüvis Malt
• Casual - Hieroglyphics
• Me-O-Mi-O - Casual
• Who's It On - Casual
• We Got It Like That - Casual
• Thoughts of the Thoughtful - Casual
• That Bullshit - Casual
• Intro - Casual
• Get Off It - Casual
• Follow the Funk - Casual
• Be Thousand - Casual
• A Little Something - Casual
• Mic Memorial - Casual
• I Didn't Mean To - Casual
• Windows - Casual
• We Don't Get Down - Casual
• That's How It Is - Casual
• Love Dat - Casual
• Lose In The End - Casual
• You Flunked - Casual
• Casual - Here We Go Magic

I had been spying for years
Reversed my ears to hear the inside instead of out
Fear and doubt proceeded discovery
I'd uncovered me, plenty of Hermes wannabes
lost their wings to the life mystery
History blisters me with truth and density
Memories like destinies remain untouchable
The present presents presents
Lessons to give or to receive?
This question's evident
I am confident in my apparent specialist quest,
agent intelligence, already studied my own relevance
I remain anonymous
You have not seen me
Mr. No Identity frequently spying your frequencies
Recording and deleting theories honestly
Casual
The hiss of this abyss is bliss
Casual
A ringing in my ears is refreshment
After a time of having my presence go unnoticed
the finest gifts my cloak of mystery suddenly deserted me
The observer, now easily observed,
was obvious due to an absurd onslaught of nerves
A bustle, a pound, my body found the ground
Slowly surrounded by a society now spying me
Shall we try diplomacy? (I don't think so)
I'd seen too much and for that I was hated
Their ideas I could not condemn
This amount of knowledge was the same reason I hated them
They cut off my tongue saying all senses are related
The crowd, afraid of being incriminated
if I relayed these faded observations
I tasted blood
Then only black was a setback
The end, the edge,
a dive from the ledge
Without my tongue's life I am dead
Incapable of suicide, these thoughts they quickly died
If I jumped I would just fly, dip, and rise
And I did back to consciousness

Welllllll alright hold tight
My rhymes are bright bold light shining on MC's who bite
Impairing the eyesight, quite a few niggaz feel it
but conceal it, I need to get a club
to stop them from stealing it
Some of them Hiero principalities
Gotta light it up like a pyro amongst dry leaves
Sucka niggaz in denial and I know why
Cause they never seen a rival who rhyme so fly
In defense of, in the sense of rockin the mic
with intents of invoking my unspoken title
Rhymes are shinin like the finest diamonds
I guess I'm liable for what they do to a rival
Hip-Hop survival, soaring like a spiral
Rotating rough rhymes with no hatin, while you
niggaz actin silly like, "So Casual hard?"
They ain't knowin that I'm sewin up the block like the National Guard
I be doin the SAMMME shit, most niggaz do
I'll blast a nigga ass quick as you
But that's not what I'm about, you can put me in a rhymin bout
Turn it out with-out no problem
MC's is like chemicals, watch me dissolve em
Petty individuals infestin hip-hop
I leave em all over the floor like cigar intestines
You better count your blessings, it amounts to less
than zero, the Hiero hero
Hieroglyphic sequence hittin with rhymes that are regal
And we know...
Hey now, c'mon huh (HIERO)
What? (GLYPHICS)
C'mon c'mon (HIERO)
What you say? (GLYPHICS)

The coming of the new Overlordian
I I be the boy within the man so why try
I never needed comp, I never wanted comp
I feels I exceeded the skills needed
I'm rough with the stuff enough puff they got
But they not the shot, I got the proof
Aloof, type fella, helluva guy
I love myself, and my high
Roll with finks and if it's essential
Yo even if it don't mean shit, I will convince you
Since, you, never been in my brain
You probably never noticed the array of the pain
But I gain, no pain no gain no brain no sane
thoughts, will be maintained, so I keep my head on
Can't be fuckin with that buddha too of-ten
I'm new to that, but I'm true to that
Due to mack policies, I need to know if I know
This is Me-O-Mi-O-Why
Chorus:
Me-O-Mi-O (repeat 8x)
Me-O-Mi-O
I'm tryin to let the fly know, what I know
I never been a shy bro, strictly getting, ends
Hitting, skins, along with men, who set, trends
I base my reasoning
Upon Casual, having nuff seasoning
And plus I please a Queen, when I choose too
Never can decide which one, to give juice to, hah
I'm always with a dip on a trip
And if baby wanna flip, she can, skip
Similar to rattles, so I apply the proper poetry used
to gets flames thrown promptly, with my prowess
I live a life of malice, but still I feel
that I will never forget, who my pal is
So now you need to learn or know like I know
The info, is in Me-O-Mi-O-Why
Chorus
The autobiography of me
Misconstrued thoughts of my pops made me be
This one rude individual when my mood is in the critical
stages it's pitiful the way I get the pull
Flame from the mysteries, so I twist the G's that's around me
Releasing frustration by clowning
But now think of those who ain't exposed behind closed doors
That I post more than I really do
But really who's to blame? No scapegoat, I just shape dope
Wishin to make over a career
But will I say, when my parents say, rap won't stay
Don't they know, yet they won't show, as I flow
Keepin the rhymes constant, John spent, time in rhymin
So I'm sure that I'm gonna get mine then
The end, come dine with my family and friends
And a calamity, couldn't cram the G when I be-gin
Chorus

Verse One: Pep Love
My name be Pep Love
over the loop, I scoop, and do a flip
alleyoup, put a dip in a hula hoop
And spin her as I went in her
she's hot like diner
she sounds like a tenor
Then again I wouldn't know, yo
what is the subject
the way that Pep Love check
mics and throw rights and lefts
Don't move or budge yet
cause Hieroglyphics in the motherfuckin house
I rips descriptions of mc's duckin out
as we step in
Pep and Del and Casual leave the weapons
cause we flippin' this funky shit for the crowds acceptance
I've been around the world and I, I, I never seen
a crew of fresher niggaz that just be actin' all in they teens
Never stallin, as soon as we fill in the scene
I bet ya that I wet ya mc's like a dream
Bringin a pow pow
shootin up like coke in the veins,
but now, now
I'd rather have smoke in the brain
Who's the pimp?
The nigga that profits when I rock shit
I spin
check this shit which I have concocted
Then you can jock it
[Bridge:]
";Who's it on, who's it on, who's it-on? [Repeat]";
Verse Two: Del the Funky Homosapien
Yeah, it's time I add flavor, and I'm glad I came
your style is lame, you picked a bad time.
Del will propel rhymes and tell minds to calculate
When it comes to rhymes I know I'll be great
Inside my ride when I get it, I won't have to kid it
I'm right around the corner
you mourn or you shitted, bricks
I gets my kicks with my tricks and my treats
The agenda will send ya
in and out through my landscape
I will ban fakes, phony figures
No need for alarm cause I'm the nigga
You're in the wrong place at the wrong time
and you'll catch a pistol whippin
but if you got a bong fine
Nowadays I don't forget what is flavor, interlockin
not meant for mockin, or plagiary
I'm the major G, ask your agency
how my pager's free of anguish, ya strange bitch
I never saw you, we all crew
so you small crews gets no attention
I commence to blend, within the background
like a chameleon, revealin them
This is how I track down traitors
[Bridge]
Verse Three: Casual
I'm comin' phat, so don't mistake dude
I gate crews
drop that shit kid
I'll make ya kneel, bow
when I reveal real styles
Electrocutin' we wreck the cute scene rappin, adaptin
cause the sacs spend his lifetime, tryin to bite mine
It's quite funny
word to the money that they say we gettin
My crew's judicial, you're superficial
Need I say more, niggaz get vexed
now they got me leavin bodies on the floor
like homeless
I slice your spleen, I'm twice as mean
Your dome is disconnected, we wreck shit
niggaz don't know how to flow
That disgusts me, and keeps me bustin
I must clean the Hip-Hop
I'm avare, no one can compare
I fiend to hear a nigga who can flow better
You no better
Hieroglyphics runnin' shit from here till after fo'ever
so clever Mc's take shorts because Jooooohn. . .
knows who's it on

Once upon John thinking on this
MC's just don't know
That the best will never contest my flow
Hieroglyphics the fly bros rip shit for ya
And watch you stumble as I kicks it
I blow ya, away
Like a sailboat, you fail quote some of my shit
to try and get props
But no, they got butt flow
What bro
Can handle the pressure from my gut blow
I appear as a foundation, laced in your face
That there will be no replacin
So trace your tracks or face the mack
Cuz I got your girlfriend and ain't no takin her back
Word
I got it like that, so if you strike back
Steal, or don't say shit
I play with brains
Your thought train is often hijacked and rearranged
We became the fly macks
It's like that, cuz we got it like that (8X)
What a little way to express the anger
Ya done pressed the stranger, danger
Might change a wrong to right
Yet a song I write will shed new light as you fight
And fuss with us so we must discuss
Busting your brain right open
And you strain I'm hoping
Enquiring minds turn out dope men, but the potion
Was not potent enough to fade the master yet
Since you have no kryptonite, I get to rip the mic
I flip like side B, hit a comp wield and tear apart
we'll be-havin babboon
They'll be cravin the tunes
Sooner than the Sun Times on a new day
But who they, I got a bobby pin, so I can rob you men
And be driver, of how I come, with my gum
slander, and demand a man to think
Cuz I can stop and wait, while others contemplate
the theories and when they hear these the fear beez
tremendous, but I won't amend this, endless
time is spent to rhyme, when I'm lit
Get a creative urge, then I sit
And muster clusters of creation we placed in
your face when I bust you
It's like that, cuz we got it like that (16X)

Verse One:
Start with the boom!!!
That's the sound from the stuff that we, puff
It's magic I'm draggin a foe to doom
And still refrain from being blunt
The tough get snuffed for being, lame
We men claim to be all that
Call back, I'll get wit cha
All act fat, frontin they really are close to me
But I'm prone to roast a poster like I'm supposed to be
toast of the, and only me
Put your cups together, for the clever
Competition I'm just here with no limits
Cause I collapse your sad scraps like Nimitz
Once I get in it, I'll put, my soul in
I believe I deceive just to leave your ears swollen
Stolen styles are booty to me
Removin smooth men ain't no duty to me
Booty I could be but I don't flex
The brother with flwows goes up, in more hoes than Kotex
I got ya, like Joe Tex, go checks ya glossary
Cause I gots ta be
The bombed ass, supreme vocalist
I cream folks with this versafication signed Cas
Verse Two:
Check it out
When it comes to one two then shit men get
Offended, guns do, amend your mindstate
Wait I'm the buzz aight now hit this
Aim your aarow and there go your fitness
With this, flow, the swit-est, know
Yo, get this, flow
Fast-est, Cas is never hittin ashes
Gettin clever, as this
Genius, clean diss, try to get a fiend it's
going to cost you
You lost to, the master, at last the
Mass can peek the hard shit, in a, Jeep
Or whatever you hear me though
Whether Walkman or stereo
People wanna hear me flow
So I kicks one, tricks one
Clones are known to break a brother bad
But all is foul
So now I think I, need a rest from
Wandering and start pondering John within
And send a message to the best when
You switch from rags to rags

Intro:
Look, this is my third time doin this shit
YaseewhatI'msayin, and I'm gettin tired, my ass is sweaty
I ain't got time, and uhh, I'm just
gonna let you know I'm kickin it with Casual
YaseewhatI'msayin, my extro pro dank nigga
Now check this out
(it's time for da bullshit)
Yo, I'm with Mike G, I'm with Snupe, I'm with Del
I'm with Hieroglyphics, I'm with Souls of Mischievious niggaz
I'm with Pep, from the motherfuckin Shamen
I'm with J Groove and I'm from the motherfuckin Hobo Junction
Now check this shit out, fuck the bullshit. Now when it...
Thought I was gonna rhyme, right?
Hell motherfuckin no (nyahhh)
Hell no, hell no (hell no)
I'm talkin shit, I'm from the motherfuckin West
I'm from Oakland
SeewhatI'msayin, and I'm like, crazy like...
Lyrics:
Schizophrenic tenant number one
When it comes to housing, arousing the, intellect with intro-spect
Flex on me, huh, I don't think so... yet, bitch (beeatch)
My jettin is letting my exhaust defrost my balls
I smell the fear and the sauce in your drawers
for Arm & Hammer, Shamen, grammar
I got the flow G, the D-Flow
The Hobo, the Junction (conjuction)
The D stands for diesel
I ran into my extra pro niggaro Casual
He didn't say shit, he passed the spliff and I hit it
Then I set sail for the tropics on the down low
And I'll end this bullshit with a pound bro
Outro:
See, it's basically not, a rap
SeewhatI'msayin, it's basically (fuck the bull)
Yeah, it's basically fuck you, hah
But check it out, youknowhamsayin
The West is phat and that's all we gonna, like, express
Youknowhamsayin, and I wanna express fuck you
Cuz I don't give a fuck, I'm tellin you
Youknowhamsayin, and we gonna ah, real, we for real finna come up
We finna come up. We finna
You hear that? Finna. Hella. We hella raw
We hella raw. Country accents, hillbillies and all that (all that)
From the backroads nigga

Yo (yeah)
This is Casual (we in the house)
Breakin rappers backs (want to let y'all know)
You are now warned (Hieroglyphics)
Might as well get used to it I'm comin with the
fat tracks!! (Bring it in Domino)
Ninety-three on (ninety-three til infinity yaknowhatI'msayin)
All wack MC's fell (y'all don't know what time it is)
Rollin in with Hieroglyphics (Hiero, yeahhh)
Souls of Mischief, Del, Shamen, Snupe (to reign)
Casual, Hieroglyphics (we got the bomb)
Lettin niggaz know
Uh-huh, that's on the freestyle tip
I'ma break it down for you somethin like this
(yo Cas kick some shit off the top of your head Cas)
We'll see if you, see if you can follow it
(they can't hang, man kick that shit in)
Well most, M-Ceez get, beaten, defeaten
I eat men, I'm the bestest the West is now
on the map, you clown, but I'm gonna slap
your wack shit (wack shit) I pack kids
You step to the mat, it's, not, advised
I'm wise, you'll need a disguise
After I, bruise your eyes (black eyes)
Rollin with Hiero, I know, I'm a fly bro (hiero)
Because you're gonna die, foe
If you step to me
I seek em out, with telepathy (use your brain)
You best just be baggin up because the West is the
best (West is the best) G, and you will fail
You are stale, your shit is butt, I hear your cuts
and your, rhymes but they're wack, your tracks
are not fat (wack) take that shit back (wack)
Rollin like this (they don't know nothin about off the head)
(they don't know nothin about off the head)
(y'all niggaz can't rhyme off the head)
(always get in circles with your written shit)
(yo y'all gotta learn about Fear Itself)
(youknowhatI'msayin, man fuck y'all, we in it, knowhatI'msayin?)
(Hieroglyphics)

Intro:
Hah, ay youknowhatI'msayin
Hieroglyphics in here... forever
Hah hah!
Verse One:
Aiyyo peep it, the back breakin mack takin titles
Vital to the right I'll make men ache when
they try to step, but charlatans are within
the range of danger, which keeps me callin
friends I meets more fake fools than real ones
But it takes clues and hits to make moves with sense
And since I'm-a rhy-mer, I need to take time to
give niggaz reminders
Who's the best, confuse the rest
Abuse crews with the news they paid dues to my death
The defter, slept on, long enough
So now I pissed the stronger stuff
and break out a bomb to puff
Wrong! You can't hit, I lit it
Get it, nope, because you, counter-feited, dope
I hate fake guys and you make eyes follow with you
hollow tips through, your hand, you're left dead
Chorus: repeat 2X
Get off it, I know you know I know you're on it (3X)
Get off it, I know you know, I know you know
Verse Two:
Hip-hip hooray! Dip skip away from the forte
of freshness nuff skills impresses the West is
all up to my ingenuity, you will be
comparing, to the rare men, we're aware when
daring situations get your face in
your crew's areas, so you move gregarious
Whatever you rhyme you do shit that's putrid
and noisome, so why voice em, crew's get
beaten until inanity
Hieroglyphics can it be
We're the best in the planet G
Wiz niggaz are jealous
But I fight what you bend with teeth
so you can see if you can dig the G-R-O-O-V-E-S
cause we be fresh
For cypher a few the sneak-iest
When kids wanna fade me, great
But behold I got Seoul like the Olympics in eighty-eight
So ladies wait for the coming of the He-Men
You're on my nuts or that's how it's se-men
The mastermind is never apprehended
I screw the ruler, to fool the joker, and going up
like the smoke of a phattie, add me
to the shitlist, cause I be that
I know you see that, we phat
Livin larger than life
I be the Zenith, clean with, mean stuff
Taking charge of the stifiling
Oppressing the dop-est in the sector
Respect the, dope rhyme wrecker
Hope I'm cleanin, when you think you're seein
a massy Josh B got the beat like Rodney
So King me, cuz I jumped ya
This is how I checkah, foe
Hit even the pecker, yo
Getting to respect the, bro
L-I-F-N-I-C you now know
Chorus

Why don't you follow it (6X)
Follow the funk
Coolin, just like the man's supposed to
You know the most who respect a fool and a post crew
I often catch static brothers beef and they tellin me
Jealousy let it be, cuz I got funk with my melon
Now it's time to rhyme and tell a G this fella be
Movin steadily ahead of me is a void
Emptyness you're less than best you're just wimpiest
I decapitate a rapper's fate with my niftiness
And I slip the fresh shit under your nose
I get the mess hall rockin, all jockin
A fly brother, a poet slow it down to enrich my pitch
Ask Mike P is it likely we can switch a bitch
Affirmative and now I learn to live trifiling
When a skin pretends it's the end, who she stifiling
She ain't stopping me I leave her
She receive a goodbye, and I would try, hit some beaver
That's because a dog is only out for a bone
After I get it I quit it leave me a-lone
Back up off me, we agreed that we won't argue
That's what you get for fuckin with, a hard crew
A group of trooper buckin shit your luck can get snatched
And utilized the crew that tries, dies
Eyes are awakened, necks are choked, I take
Extra tokes of a slpiff, and if you want it, bring it
Why don't you follow the funk (7X)
Take along
A clever one, to spin men to the surface of
Rap plateau, with crap that go, pop
I never knew men doing my music
Get confused with, used shit, and crews bit
But they get the butter spread over bread
What it said, is we made the dough, so go ahead
Damn! Damn I am, I stop a flow
Before I go, why don't you tell me who wit me, no
Subliminal, fin to go, low low low
And then I send a flow, to the Joe, who don't know
Mr. Nope I'll turn a hoe down in her drawers
Butt men I'm cutting flows short, like menopause
Then I cause mass confusion as you're choosing
Breakbeats that are broken, from too much using
Who's in effect, bruising the neck
Of a fly G, I get in more dips than corn chips
I scorn lips, the warning is the keen idealist
Cause I feel this threat coming
Why don't you follow the funk (7X)
Tag along
The funk rebel, will rebel and tell and
Spit shit to the click of a metronome
And get a better tone, hyper letter mon
Get a hit or two, from Domino I'ma go find a binder
And combine the mind to rearrange the strange
And flip a dip like a reciprocal
Get the goe, because you know the choice is upon me
John be, similar to Fonzie
Thumbs up, and they comes up to ask the
Ask for the slow flow that's smooth with movin faster
Why don't you follow the funk (7X)
There it is
Why don't you follow the funk (6X)
...there it is
Hahah, ahhh, whooo!
Haha

This is how we rollin
swollen on a Saturday
I had a way to chill hard
3 ill broads wanted to hook up
so I looked up, Tajai and Snupe
call 'em up
aye, yo what's up?
we need to troop to these hoe's house.
[Tajai] Yo where they stay at?
73rd and Lockwood
[Tajai] What?
But the cops good
[Tajai] Ohh aight
So don't trip
niggas aint sweatin
plus they wont flip if you don't say nothin
[Snupe] Yo, it aint no thing, I'll bring the Glock
Just in case these niggas on her block
don't wanna throw thangs. . .
[Snupe] Yeap
[Tajai] I'm wit it, let's bounce!
We gone
but first you know we
gotta go to Lee's so I can get me an O.E.
the hoes we
foolin' wit look tight
make a right
it might be that one cause she said her shit was blue and white
but she sure don't drive no Cutlass
what is going on? I'm thinking
nah, I'm tweaking
so we stepped to the door. . .
[Snupe] Yo, there they go!
Ooh, I'm gonna do the whore!
so I walk in. . .
[Tajai] Yo, I hear men talking in the next room
If they flex, doom will be hawkin'
[Tajai] Them hoes is lookin' good as phukk!
[Snupe] And if these niggas flex, they gone be gettin' bucked
Word 'em up
I'm glad I came with my men
ask these skins
yo who's these niggas in your den?
she said friends
just then the nigga walked in with no grin
fired up a stem and then said
";What you lookin' at?";
I replied, ";Nigga, you could get took for that!
lets take it outside";, huh
we stepped to her butch calmly
cause no nigga can harm me
I'll whoop his ass in the grass
we square up
I caught my grill
he's hard, but still
he got a soft spot
I'ma beat him down until he cough up blood
thugs surround
but they can't tell my men
with the locks got a Glock supportin' me
he tried to rush me
but I bust him in his grill
caught him slippin'
and I said, ";You oughta chill";
then his friend tried to jump in
I had to find a piece of lead to rub his rump in
suddenly the vice came
but them niggaz down the street in a dice game
I claim
they can't find out my name
I got a warrant
they wanna put me in the housing
I bust this nigga's shit
now it's time to be thooooousand
Now it's time to be thooooousand
Now it's time to be thooooousand
Now it's time to be thooooousand
Word up

[Del]
Yeah, huh
I will display my dynamics
get out the way damnit
I plan it just to leave MC's abandoned
brandin X's when I flex this
I wreck shit
and leave rappers searching for the exit
lets get physical
I got precision skill
until I fill ya spot when you rot
shrivel, crazy paranoia cause I'll kill you
cut you
me and my microphone reach out and touch you
crush you into particles
I'm sparkin, still I get smarter
and I make my styles hits harder
I mack styles
stack piles
distract smiles
you're wack while I continue to get in you
[Casual]
The main purpose to my service
is to make MC's nervous
no one will serve this
superb is my skill
niggas get chills as I spills 'em
I kills them with vocals
I slam and folks will
out jammies because I slam with ease
and you can't deny that because you abandoned me
huh, I came to collect my thoughts
this collection brought perfection
and it was taught to the masses
now your ass is out
cause Cas is out
your shit clash, I doubt
that you will make it
but you can fake it, like these other pooh-butts
I don't know who
or what signed 'em
they must be in it for the loot
fuck, I don't need this wack shit
my tracks hit, the straight beat
and that's it
I hate a weak MC
when he speaks it tempts me
to crack his skull and leave his domepiece empty

Just so your bookie don't overlook me
I still rock a show with rookies. The flow is cookies
Dipped in milk. Spiderman dipped in silk, I gansta lean and lift the tilt
Sitting mic check ace duce
See the seven duce Monte Carlo? Yeah, that's the Grey Goose
I'll right hand your hype man, While the crew bogart yours bodyguard.
You so hard Yakuza leave ya body scared. Sten shooter glock user rocking
Pac music
See the mac flow over ya
The gat blow, Joe, You'll see so many arms you'll get arachnophobia!
The black foe', Shut shit like the Lac doe' normally laid back but he's on
thee attack
It's the Cheikh Anta, Diop of Hip hop. The Rhyming Van Sertima. Lock Jaw
User Maat-Ra Setepen-Ra.
The planned murderer of land burglars. It's the Twa the first steller
people
Nigga we the Bes, Rome next to the Olmecs. Who told the secrets to the
masons?
Ra Fried my pineal with no apron. Tahiti scriptures. rappers try and boobie
trap us.
But we're truly viscous wild and unruly with it
Rap songs-animated-Pixar Movie pictures!
On the utmost-est
Reign like the third Tutmoses
With the Tongue play
I place words in the beats when it's heard in the streets
It's like audible Fung Shui
Where tennis shoes hanging from electric wires
Corner store wall paper? neglected fliers.
And you expect the liars to rectify us?
When cops come around, they petrify us?
Your impious won't deny Us pious
We only understand the hieghts of the highest
Yo, who's the most treacherous? Son the flows effortless. Wonderful,
wet-tundra-flow, The essence is excellence
Drop bombs under yo bungalow. Heavy flow bro don't get caught in the
undertow!
You got fans that would be irresponsible.
Most rappers know so they fear the monster!
Boy wet. Saturated. Hydrated. I vibrated up out of my physical a wizard to
you pseudo-lyrical misfits,
This is more than a band
These are Signs and Symbols of Primordial Man
Smash rock & Toure', Twice your life span
In Oakland the other day 4 cops got wasted
I was spitting raps to re' shit in my basement
I shine luminous. Rhyme Catalog numerous.
The Lunar Polar and Solar mic controller
Not a Kabbalah follower the crown chakra rocker gotta meditate to elevate
then educate the feather weight!
Y'all betta wait, fa Casual next album, and if it don't drop... It
levitates!
The best flow just so celestial boy I spit helium. IF you don't know god
then I'm the medium for meeting him
Fulla game still will pulla thang guerrilla killa aim...
My raps float over tracks like the Bullet Train
I have to squeeze big lyrics in micro phones, I need a macro-phone
You tour is like a Apple phone; 16gigs for 3G's? you should have stayed

Alright I might
Have had a little glare when I stared at your ho
But I didn't know she was like that, she stared right back
My niggas was warnin' me that she was comin' on to me
I react like a mack do I act cool
Just to test her 'cause I ain't no jester
I suggest her and her friend be outtie
Because I don't want to make my pals get rowdy
And doubt me our friendship
But when lips touch
I go crazy in the clutch
Sorta like a schitzo I forgets my bros and pals over gals
I didn't mean to but when you fiend you do
Strange things for the [Incomprehensible] denim no matter who's in em
Grab a flooze then I'm in traffic
Don't laugh it might be your girl that I'm talkin' about
I didn't mean to
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
Another incident when I went
Way beyond what I should of done
John should of stopped before them drawers dropped
But I didn't ain't no quittin'
Really didn't care who's girl I was hittin'
I admit skinz ain't a reason to lose friends
But then again I didn't know, sorry
Accept apologies and live on
Are we gonna hold grudges? Well, oh, fudge
Its a new year and I do fear your actions
Your actin' shy, I mean you need to be smackin' that hoe
Instead of tryin' to front on me, you know
Thats exactly how I'm goin' to be, you know
I run my game on any G, you know
'Cause we the most entertainin'
I meant to blame women
For makin' me do what the Ak seem to
When you call I screen you
I didn't mean to
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
Why do hoes be schememin', dreamin', actin' like demons?
My semen, don't give a fuck because they [Incomprehensible]
Too many girls front cute when they want loot
They tell lies, the swell guys can peep it and thats weak shit
Thats why I run game on every freak I get
Born in Oakland grew up pumpin' Too Short
I know the rules on the flooze so who's short
I once had a dunce ho who smoked blunts yo
She tried to get me so I looked at the front door
And now shes not with me so forget it but every once in a while I'll hit it
And it happened to be your girl
I didn't mean to and I been through
Your relationship and I hate dumb dips
But I really can't trip when they ride my tip
I didn't mean to
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught
It ain't my fault that your girl got caught

* {*Intro: beat starts and Detective speaks*)
[Detective]
Point her out to me
Oh that's her
Not bad!
Not bad at all
Let me talk to this bitch
Hello
[Girl]
I have drinked enough booze to tell me I could use a big stiff dick right now
[Detective]
God damn baby you just met me let's get to know each other more
[Girl]
What difference doe's it make either you want to fuck or not
[First verse]
Eh, these Ho's be crazy
That's why I ride away to the hide away bumpin' Isaac Hayes
Seat back reclinin' in the 'Lac
My mind on my scratch
The beat gatt right on my lap imbibed n' no trap
I'm cold in fact, I hold the gat
Ain't never told the rat where the dossier at
I kept my composure
I popped the clover hopped in the rover
n' drove like a soldier on four king cobra's
Seen her house n' pulled over
Motorol'ed her like "come out side"
Fuck where we about to go let's ride
This ain't no punk bitch
When I met her she had on that louie sweater n' them tailored made manolo's
A nigga knew he did her 'cause I'm in ta' dat
I'm like (" wus doe's blonic's ?")?
Fired up the chronic
Sipped the tonic
“Happy Hanukkah!"
She knew what I wanted when I was on to her
She hoppin' in the range now
So I can feel my bond with her
N' we ain't even got to leave the car
Got the T.V.'s the camera's n' the V.C.R
'Bout to make her a star!
Y'all know the deal
When your fuckin' freak ho's in your automobile
[First Chorus]
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn the bump n' blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough
You know the deal!
Baby
Let me fuck in the automobile
[Second verse]
Eh,I love L.A. Ho's
I met this broad named Jodie
She used to drink forties with a little bit a stollies
Picked her up
Ran up in the broad in the rent a car
Soon as I was finished dropped her off on Laseanaka
Rollin' in a ol' skool on goe's
Ho's jockin'
Cause they ain't knowin' this shit's stolen
Pull it ta' tha liquor store
Actin' like I need something
Turned out
Left the car runnin' n' the beat bumpin'
I catch Ho's like I'm riding a stretch Roll's
Dipped in my best clothes
Sippin' on X.O
But no!
It's white tee shirt n' Jabo's
Or the creased Levi's, the five-o-five's
Hat pulled down over my eyes
You know the size of runnin' your chop's
Don't broadcast or televise
To none of them dude's!
Fuck her hard to chill
Just keep bumpin' bad broad's in your automobile
[Second Chorus]
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn up the bump n' blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough
What's the deal?
Baby!
Let me fuck in my automobile
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn up the bump n' blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough
What's the deal?
Baby!
Let me hit it in my autobile
[Third verse]
You can catch me slumped low in a 'vette
With a Ho n' mowet
She throwin' a fit 'cause I ain't stoppin' or going ta' get
Ridin' high in the 'burb n' never touchin' the curb
Trying ta' roll a dutch n' I swerve n' cut in your lane
Getting brain in the rain
We starin' in the Lebaron
But the bitch jus' looked n' laughed
She ain't carin'
Like this one little freak that I bumped at Roscoe's
Fucked her shotgun had that ass on the console
(Break down?) to a bus
The shit stay real
When your fuckin' wit them bitch's in your automobile
I pulled up in a seven douce cutty with knock
Ten gee sound system
Everything else stock!
Baby girl in the passenger seat keep axin' ta' eat
I kept mean muggin' n' blastin' tha beat
Probably shoot her through the “drive-thru"
You know the deal!
When your fuckin' mad bitch's in your automobile
Final chorus
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn up the bump n' blaze little endo
I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough
You know the deal!
Baby
Let me fuck in my automobile
Come on let's fog up this window's
Turn up the bump n' blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough
You know the deal!
Baby
Let me hit it in my automobile

* Chorus
(Repeat twice)
We don't get down like dat
Even though it might look it might sound like dat
Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat
Fo' real.Fo' real
[First verse]
Sittin' in the back….hella quiet
Eye's hidden with the hat
Silent but violent is how he act's
Only word's said "I'll be back"
Even the fatigues are black
With the tree's n' the gatt
Fifty gee's in the 'lac
Smellin' the sack
Find a nice little rat n' probably never come back
Be circlein' her house like "where-ever her at?"
Other than that a nigga stay, smotherin' rat's
All in her cat even if she motherin' dat
Dis' E.S.O.O.G. sippin' VSOP in the V.I.P
But now he know in the E.S.O
They doh'wanna seize (see's?) you all in the G.S.four
Heat in the trunk bad bitch n' she in some pump's
While you a hop skip n' a jump from being a punk
Or put his 85 Fleet up on your lawn n' snatch up your first born
Like Elle Anne or Jean Benet n' see you on your way
Everything you love it could be gone today
Eh I'm psycho alpha crazy disco
What, a brother know?
Than again what a bitch know?
Shit's so easy for the schizo get dough flip mo'
------? ------? -----?
Chorus
(Repeat twice)
Eh we don't get down like dat
Even though it might look or might sound like dat
Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat
Fo' real.Fo' real
[Second verse]
Just because I got my own C.D. n' bitch's be on my lyric's like ecstasy
You can catch me (Uwe?) n' E Fee (check shout out's) in a S.U.V
With bitch's lookin' at us like "rescue me!"
Manipulatin' women, that's my speciality
So that could be me in the Lex two gee
And next to me a stallion talkin' 'bout sex
Nigga I'm a do my thang wit' you if I hang wit you
If I ain't wit chu I'm aimin' for brain tissue
When nigga's who came with you think I'm playin' games wit you
I aimmm n' hit you with the same pistol
I ain't a killer n' premeditated murder undereducated.
And don't get away wit it, be pointin', the finger like "Dey did it!"
A nigga snitch went bitch real game wit it
I freak a flow just to play wit it
Just like I play wit ho's intelligence n' tell a bitch I'm celibate
Just for the hell of it
Didn't like smell of it
She highly upset
I'm highly intelligent
Buildin' on future development
The hardest emcee's out are now delicate
Rap voyeur
Wit slap for ya
Tha' warrior Dela Hoya
Swingin' wit no feeling's for ya
Chorus
(Repeat three times)
Eh we don't get down like dat
Even though it might look or might sound like dat
Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat
Fo' real.Fo' real
Final chorus
(Slightly changed)
Eh Eh we don't fuck around like dat
Even though it might look it might sound like dat
Nigga you can fuck around and get down like dat
Fo' real. Fo' real

Yo, get the fuck off my dick and let me rip this shit
[Incomprehensible]
I write raps and when niggaz bite, I clap
'Cos their shit sounds better now
You done let me down 'cos thought it would be dope
But instead your shit's dead
You gets fed to the alligators lurking in the moat
Peep what I wrote
You bit so hard I thought your shit was a crock
But still I'm taxing, axing the competition
And any wack men I stomp and dis 'em easily
And you can feel the pressure, plus when I bust MCs'll be
Trampling each other trying to exit
When I flex it, the way I wreck shit is not unexpected
Niggaz just lose when I choose the best crews of MCs
And turn 'em into refugees
I slaughter a lotta MCs that are the
Styles I compiles and cut 'em up like vows
Think to yourself I write the shit so you can bite the shit
And I'll know, despite you get props
To da beat niggaz get dropped
That's how it was and that's how it is
That's how it was and that's how it is
That's how it was and that's how it is
That's how it was and that's how it is
Enough with this wackness, enough is my check
Enough with these motherfuckers biting Das EFX
I come real when I show skill
Hey yo, Saafir, you macked on that ho ill
And that's for real, my flow still is everlasting
Niggaz forever blasting shots when cash gets hot
You're not fresh, so you hating when I be just
Ripping microphones without stating the obvious
Now how much harder can it get?
Niggaz try to flow but they soundin' like me
A year ago shit, old
Kaput, I got loot
To the hos I'm cute and so I always got boots
It's me, so be free to feel the Ivy swing
More niggaz got my back than Rodney King
I feel tight, knowing that the shit I write will be exposed to foes
And everyone will feel fright and you'll run and tell your man
"Yo, peep this twist, it's real, try to practise"
But the mack is way ahead of ya, instead of ya wack sound
I'm kickin' shit to make MCs back down
Got rhymes that kills, fills many empty heads
When niggaz take me dead, I got 'em in line like Stimpy
Red light slow that shit down, bring it to a halt
You're wack and it's all your fault
That's how it was and that's how it is
That's how it was and that's how it is
That's how it was and that's how it is

* [Chorus # One]
I'm a make my nigga love dat.
I'm still in the shit, killin' the shit cause nigga still feelin' this shit.
Show me where your love at what's wrong wit dat.
(Bad bitch's in the back ground)
"Cause ain't nothin' wrong wit dat."
[First Verse]
I need some scrill n' that's real
They got me in this league feelin' like Jermaine O'Neill
came out to early an' signed the wrong deal
So now Jerry Brown movin' in the navy seals
Need to go to Kosovo find me the first Ho
Lookin' for a man ta' get her ready to go
Instead of the dough she, trippin' off the medical's bro
The pharmaceuticals are beautiful but you wouldn't know
To do for my Ho I'll ride on a scooter in snow
Who do you know that'll tutor your Ho
The executor truth n' shit
Got em' wishin'to be hotter want me an' Faye play in the Bay with sea otters
To be modest shit I need dollars weed knowledge an' two S.S. Impalas'
Bubblin' to get my little girls through college an they gonna love dat
Holla
[Chorus #2]
I'm a make my people love dat
I'm still in the shit killin' the shit
Cause nigga still feelin' this shit
Nigga show me where your love at
What's wrong with dat
(Back to chours number one.)
[Second Verse]
Man I got this shit shut bitches creamin' for the semen
It's your ho?
It's my nut
It ain't nuttin' till you struttin' through the cut
an see your slut on the passenger side I'm like what?
This bitch call me that's why you saw me faulty slidin' on way-way with baby
Felt like something wuz wrong she jumpin' my bones
But I got Seven-Six-Two's(Recording Studio)that are pumpin' your dome
Wutin' answerin' her cellular phone
Man I'm tellin' ya
Scheming at the shop you tried to follow me in
Not knowing that his bitch is at the holiday inn
with a bottle of ginn an' her modelin' friend you a baller
I ain't got I a dollar to spend
Jus' holla n' then next week it's Quality Inn
Cant wait to see Dada(Check shout outs n' thank youse)
again soon as he get outta the pen
Holla
[-Chorus number one. Two times]
[Third verse]
Eh. you got some money?
You better invest that
Cause nigga'll be all in your house like “where the rest at?”
Shoe- box under the bed could of, guessed that
You blessed cause you ain't sleeping in your vest cat
Got bitches jockin' John for stocks n' Bonds
and Mutual Funds but only the beautiful ones
Partner!
You know what blunt's do to your lungs?
Nuttin'
Least bit they plottin' the meek shit
But fuck dat a nigga still get leather on a brand new fit
an' walk the pit talkin' shit wit nigga's
I be sparking wit
But we family so normally we chalk the shit
Informally
My armour be the harmony near a situation what Karma be harming me?
(This is harmony.)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now check this out
Lose in the end
You gonna, gonna, gonna lose in the end
You gonna, gonna, gonna lose in the end
You gonna, gonna, gonna lose in the end
You gonna, gonna, gonna
How'd I get here? Dwell through the hauls of all this confusion
Usin' my tactics to stay alive, wait astride when they try to get ya
Pretend they the bomb and they gonna get with ya
Run get away wouldn't care to stay and try a peace rally's
Not a place to die, flee the park peoples pigs is comin'
Your already homeless but they want ya gone in less than three
Eat away the P O L I C E and I see the billy club
He'd really love to hit me or get me
But my 3-5-7 is wit me, ain't goin' out I ain't
I'd rather paint chalk around a pig then a brother who's dark
I never ever walk streets lonely
I always gotta have my millimeter on me
To kill or beat a bald Bill or Ted officer, lootin' so you shootin'
And ya go off with tha trigger, so ya figure you need to dig her
Nigga of some brown but it ain't happenin'
You gonna lose in the end
You gonna lose in the end
You gonna lose in the end
[Incomprehensible]
Didn't wanna cap him 'cause I knew it wasn't wise
Realized that my plan b was comin'
I need a concoction to block men and auction off them
Just like they did us in dock ten
So now I stalkin' walkin' with myself
And plus Tajai's swiss knife from off the shelf
To shake the likes of black abusers
And use a can opener to open ya
Skin and then dig in and twist and turn, and salt, burn
Left him cryin' that I'll never get away
I always get away, I always get away, retreat and bag off
Call A-plus he must know that I'm about to fag off
Tell him he sager, inhale when I heard the word was abandonin' me
My plan would be crumbled, I tumble down in tears
Pressured by the cops and neglected by my peers
But now I gotta go on all I know, fuck it I'm a call a ho'
You gonna lose in the end
You gonna lose in the end
You gonna lose in the end
You're done when it's over
The spot I'm hidin' in is not tight
B P D see me spotlight, I gotta get movin'
Hopin' fences, droppin' senseless men
Who try to stop me on my way?
They in pursuit of a cute kinda demanded
Man and then away the fly guys landin'
And then they gonna get Buck-ba-bo-bo
Buckshots and a lugged gun used up
Who's up next? No one
I go run the whole one, hopped in, stopped
When I noticed that the quote is from good times
I'm the man
There goes the brothers who bit ooh goody
They got 'em surrounded description blue hoody
That's what happens when ya wanna wear your apparel like mine
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
Couldn't figure it out?

Verse One:
Get a load of this MC, and that MC
I guess the G does not posess the recipe
You're stale men fell when
inferior complexes of when John flexes
vexes the, competition often stop and listen
in all men men saught in, raw
I bet your best to play to crave the savior
Never let the sweat be seen against me fiending
for an inkling when, the sin retreat
before the score is scuffed, you flunk again
I recommend that you step, or I deck your chin
then I grin cause you slept, you kept your
Face placed in the spot from, first to last
Now listen up as Cas come burst that ass
Basically, your crew stunk
Here's your grade chump, you flunked
Chorus:
Like that and uh, MC's just flunked (4X)
Verse Two:
It's vital how I pull tricks up off my jock
Sticks and stones breakbeats and bones
make fleets of clones, drop
Sway as I say an essay, will impress a critic
Critic the way I bring a flow, get it
I'm the dopest, admit it
Regurgitate when you bit it
Ex-Lax the skills of a poet that's the shit
and he know it, I swat em seek em out, and close in-
-tro blows internally damaging men pos-ing
I suppose thin tracks are always wack
It all pays back when you stays fat
Like that and uh, like this and uh
This man'll, show you how to flow, dope
Simply stating my standpoint on the, spunk
Basically, you flunked
Chorus
Chorus Two:
Like that, the competition, they just flunked (4x)
Verse Three:
It's curtains, the way to adjust, must just be
bearing with the tearing and ripping
that I'm inflicting, from where the proper shit
of my begin when, tricks lead your saliva
is deep in my dick, clean I need a remedy from men that be
All into me, they might fall into the abyss
As I twist these melodies
Hella MC's seize these fellas be
prolific, with it, all intact
Keep in touch even though I'm only callin back
wack, you're week-er than seven days
You should find a way to bring a weaker thought like crime pays
I simply the peak in rhyme divinity when it be
up to me, for the funk
Higher like this, higher like that
I got your brain again, you flunked
Chorus
Chorus Two

It's casual
Not heartbreaking
So casual
Not mind shaking
She waited for a moment
It came and went instead
It left her stomach first
and then her empty head
It's casual
Not heartbreaking
So casual
Not mind shaking
It's nothing for a monster
They rolled in it for fun
The docks they dragged it in
A bloody mess for everyone
It's casual
Not heartbreaking
So casual
Not mind shaking
It's four in the morning
The darkest room I love
Four in the morning
No TV shows
It's casual
Not heartbreaking
So casual