Young Spittah - Cast-A-Nova lyrics

Young Spittah {Intro} True Music Entertainment You know we winning Pull the fire arm The kids a fire arm Got bars like tiger bombs Stripe like a tiger paw A brain surgeon with a bar Now watch me operate Organic with the flow You cats come from consentrate Verse 1 Ill get enough sleep when I'm laying in my d**h bed Got a couple haters that might f** around a d**h threat Two face n***as f** around and get a face lift There snake in the gra** So I walk all over the pavement f** around I put a chrome to your cranium Gun shots go off Now your dome is open like a staidum Home run base we winning You favorite team tryna sign us I keep bad company like I'm at war on the battlefield True Music Entertainment blowing up like a land mine You was the explosion to our habitat, wasn't expecting to see us walk through smoke in the aftermath I calculate the dedication While I'm coming at the head to new born fake rappers like circumcision (Damn) Did you catch that like an in fielder? Celebrant to the game cause Ill never make it f** me over I tell these haters that playtime is past over, and recess is just another piece to the storm cast-a-nova Chorus Yeah Cast-A-Nova We coming in the game cause playtime straight over Its just a storm to the cast-a-nova (x2) Coming in the game, cause playtime is past over Verse 2 Now I'm the female cast-a-nova Making music till I take the rap game over Two many running back in my field I ain't trying to past the torch Cause their a whole bunch of fakes in my research Got more bars in my head than a prisoner And if I was to take a break I still come back like a commissioner Life a b**h, so I f** it like a missionary Beat get smoked and left like an unfound liver (Dinner Ready!) And now your rapper dreams are nightmares Happiness was close but you deducted your flight gear And if your rhymes could compete, Ill be left with mind games But your rhymes is dead as soon as it leaves your mouth Its kind of like seamen only good when its flowing inside yah Ounce it hit the air gotta pasteurized it like produce Don't mean no disrespect when I say my rhymes produce And all my hater's, just reproduce, but it never gets to my bread, cause The money all I got cause all my friends are gone Chorus Oooh We coming in the game cause, playtime straight over Its just a storm to the cast-a-nova Coming in the game Cause play time is over Uh We coming in the game cause playtime is straight over Its just a storm to the cast-a-nova (x2) Verse 3 All over New York, you old like O-Town Ray bands on and you still couldn't stand up Now I'm all over the globe, you trying to step your weight up Bringing lyrics to your dome, more than a full clip Trigger happy with the bars, so I know why you clueless Its that cast-a-nova (x3) Evenzo She told you that playtime over Im wired and a little bit sober f** lucky You couldn't even beat me if you have six leaves on a four leaf clover Think you a soldier Bullet proof vest for ya chest but ya heads maximum exposure Open they brain and i eat em like kosher Play these n***as like poker then fold Take ya chicks and ill texas hold em This a crazy world and i got locomotives Don't you get it Yeah i got loco motives You can't even catch me on a wanted poster Makes you wonder dontcha just wonder How we just come up with the things that we do when we do Listen dude heres a clue Ahhh f** it you won't even get it With a white man red chair and blues clue So tell me who's you You say you really out there doing you dude You don't wanna be out during the full moon Ima vampire s**ing life out of the game this ain't new moon Yeah I'm just breaking dawn No relaxing round me b**h ill break ya calm You'll be dead in a minute i just read ya palm Why hate cause my lyrics original Keep talking i never take offense to y'all Your ga**ed up with two percent ethanol I stand up cause all they can do is crawl Give them a parachute all they can do is fall True music murder don't need a cause We winning n***a get it through ya skulls Play time over y'all dead soldiers Now wait for the storm to the ca**anova