Tom Baker - Casket Music lyrics

[Intro] Casket music Casket music [Verse 1: Godemis] Yeah, uhuh It's k**er city, anyone'll run up You from around here, I ain't gotta tell you to duck With very little unity, it's really never enough People in the community don't band together enough We all aware that it s**s, the hood resembles a pigsty Even your baby mama tripping, kid got a twist-tie And look at the list why n***as are not feeling me Tryna live free and take zero accountability (Hold on) Ya lie to kick it, you're probably wicked as Hillary And she who does not feel me is just not real to me, dick tease The nicest on the mic, tell the b**h please Would you be kind enough to shut the f** up and twist trees? I'm on a high, I might be flyer than Chris Breez' And I would never try to strike a chick with my fist, geez I'm wise enough to know to just let a chick leave And use the time to find and grind the methods to getting cheese [Hook: Wrekonize] I got a couple buddies that'll cross on ya border And turn you into slaves for the new world order Snake and bat's flying up inside close quarters You can't keep it clean and dig the muddy waters So step back youngin, this is grown folk talking This isn't for the radio, this single won't be popping This is true grit, it's lived for you to bash to it k**er MC sh** b**h, casket music [Verse 2: Ubiquitous] U-B-I, b**h Yo, I crush a rhyme and when busting my flow is customised They plagiarise when I'm writing it, so it's justified And say goodnight if I ever switch into double time They're sleepy, dusting their eyes, they listen to lullabies Rubbing their eye while I'm running, wish I could shut an eye So don't sit back and unwind, this isn't the summer time It's duck and cover, if ever I pull your number time It's sit for dinner and serve a s**er for supper time My state of mind is transcending the space and time You played a side so I am taking your place in line Day in the life of the long winded, I stay alive Only the strong survive in this game, I made it my b**h when I'm winning they're bitter, really what matters most I learned the twist of these catacombs while I sat alone My DNA incompatible with an average Joe I catapult and I'm flying into the battle zone Rep for the roster, partner pushing for proper pay Chakras align while I'm oscillating like Doctor Strange They co*k a name, lose nerve, but never drop a name We are not the same, same difference is how we operate (Yeah) [Hook: Wrekonize] I got a couple buddies that'll cross on ya border And turn you into slaves for the new world order Snake and bat's flying up inside close quarters You can't keep it clean and dig the muddy waters So step back youngin, this is grown folk talking This isn't for the radio, this single won't be popping This is true grit, it's lived for you to bash to it k**er MC sh** b**h, casket music [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Astonishing, I can still hear my mama sing, upon a dream Then Obama brings some no no things from the drama king I want a fling but with mama singing its wronger thing So I'ma keep fondling this honor queen from the conjuring Dude's crazy, he's who's baby Maude Sue lady through Hades fools made me lose faith We bruise fugazis Who played me like ukulele, too shady, who's roots gravy Out your noodle, you p**y punk, you's a poodle I push your peanut to Pluto, and then pack your parents in a Peugeot Better yet in a Yugo, yes y'all a eulogy shoe know After k**ing like Cujo I'm catching a wave nouveau Eh-Eh To the rancid area this belong to Eh-Eh Drink away my pain and then piss it on you Give the song new meaning, eat it up, beat it up If it's wrong you bringing, f** you! Here's new N9na to rock to [Hook: Wrekonize] I got a couple buddies that'll cross on ya border And turn you into slaves for the new world order Snake and bat's flying up inside close quarters You can't keep it clean and dig the muddy waters So step back youngin, this is grown folk talking This isn't for the radio, this single won't be popping This is true grit, it's lived for you to bash to it k**er MC sh** b**h, casket music