Reef The Lost Cauze - Landscapes lyrics

[Intro] Whattup man? Slaine in this motherf**in joint right now Take this sh** all the way around the motherf**in world man Ha ha ha, c'mon man you know what time it is When you hear me on some sh**! It goes like this... {*"Ghetto landscapes" - Common*} {*"Where man is determined by how much a man make"*} Turn the whole sh** up in my headphones man Overall volume, all the way up! I'm deaf as a motherf**er Yeah I'm deaf motherf**er~! But I'm DEF too Check me out man, yo [Verse 1:Slaine] From Roslindaley to Philly to anywhere on the map really I been spittin real raps like a ba*tard Clappin with the Mac milli, what's happenin is I'm actually Stackin strictly re-enactin life graphically I've been challengin these cats to come and ask with me If they can but they can't cause I'm that shifty My army is too large, my conscience been drownin I dumped his a** in the f**in lake, he never been found And I've been down and out, rose out of my own ashes The rest of youse is stupid as dogs sniffin your own a**es When I was grown I seen holmes makin his own acid Sniffin coke with different folks, then comin home plastered I seen suicides, overdoses, and chrome blasted I warred with people who wanted me in my own casket I made it out alive in stereo to stare at you The Dimock to seven figures right here in America [Hook: scratched Common samples] "Ghetto landscapes" "Where a man is determined by how much a man make" Yeah... yeah Slaine-y whattup? Paz man, yeah [Verse2: Reef The Lost Cauze] Lost Cauze lyrical leviathan, literally leave your limbs Littered laying in the lion's den, lying men Make we want to fire ten into their spine and limbs Buy them a f**in heart - you got beef? Then don't deny it then f** a fair one, air gun share some The mac make a fat n***a leap like Air Pun God rest the dead but God bless your head (no h*mo) And my dojo is calm, breath, and lead I sit in a dank basement, blowin bank statements On a dank fragrance, plannin my next invasion Like Slaine in "The Town" flick, quick as a hundred rounds spit You f**in p**y cats, I'm a hundred pound pit Astoundin, rockin a hoodie make of hound's skin My balls - your broad loves her lips around them A n***a say he ain't f**in with me? He a clown then And you should k** yourself for even hangin around him [Hook] Yeah, one two Slaine whattup cuz-o? [Verse3:Vinnie Paz] I rose above everything they threw at the kid Pops dead, no f**in bread, doin a bid I had a choice I could rhyme or put two in your wig Cause an option for me was never pursuin a gig Yeah, I made demos they spit in my face, begin again I started having reservations like an Indian I'm a man of God but I started to sin again Cause muh'f**ers were sleepin on me like lithium It's a lot of years later, I'm still nice with the hands I'm a dick to my people, but I'm nice to the fans Some other rappers talk sh** but they rightfully stand Dig in the same f**in place where they rightfully stand Me and Slaine been around the f**in world together Drinkin bottles, sniffin sum'n, f**in girls together And the objective is to take over the world together And the objective is to take over the world together Yeah [Hook]