Album Name : The Bootlegs, Vol. 8
Release Date : 2013-05-27
Song Duration : 2:40
Conejo Everybody Know
I'm C Rock the muthufucking villain
Anything I jump on, you know that I'll kill it
So anybody willing go against the boss
They best be prepared they's about to get tossed
Skeletal remains when I'm making my rounds
Ese people start to say this are the haunted grounds
So be well with the stranger in the Dodger fitted
If I mack up on your bitch guaranteed I'ma hit it
I punish all this sinners, my game so cold
I turn 'em into phantoms when I take ov
We at the thresh hole, I'm ah lok'd out rhymer
The vocabulary kill you any place that it find you
Came to rob you, where they shoot that dope
In the twine with the rectum mix make you float
Go in mode, hot wire semble this verses
Loco life is ah gamble ain't no f..cking with cursing
And everybody know C Rap is mine
No matter what they drop it ain't hard as mine
It's mine, you foo's can't have nothing
Muthufucka think I'm playing and I come out busting
Cus everybody know that I got this on lock
I release LP's homie round the clock
Want me to stop, you need to shoot me dead
Cus my slang editorial, and so I spread
This song is ah vessel, the lyrics the doctrine
That terminate the rival put his ass in ah coffin
And rates, that excelerate
Ese through ah hidden message homie navigate
If I, ese what you seek
And stay awake 2 weeks ice got you tweaking
Your creeping, behind enemy lines
Ese enemiga sleeping here I come with the nine
Riiight, between his eyes
That's why it's so hot cus another one died
And many more, will soon get ah grave
It's serious severe I'm ah tidal wave
I got mystical means if you know what I mean
Ever since day one I'm ah recording machine
I put it down, to the f..cking ground
They call me C Mac-11 this how I get down
And everybody know C Rap is mine
No matter what they drop it ain't hard as mine
It's mine, you foo's can't have nothing
Muthufucka think I'm playing and I come out busting
Cus everybody know that I got this on lock
I release LP's homie round the clock
Want me to stop, you need to shoot me dead
Cus my slang editorial, and so I spread