Testo 508's Finest - Cas Santos
Testo della canzone 508's Finest (Cas Santos), tratta dall'album 508's Finest, Vol. 1
Sound the alarms
(Dark Saint)
I put on for my people, I put on for the town
This year I'm getting measured for my mother fucking crown
508's finest, call me your highness
Smoking on a fatty with a bitch who got a fine ass
Cook beats like Chouriço, at the sacrament feast
Making noise in the streets, like the sound of the police
Second generation of proud immigrants to be born
So be warned, I'll stab an ice agent with a green horn
It's no surprise then we're making them Fall
Rivers rising I'm just breaking your balls
In your court to exterminate the fake and absolve
Your sins, in short, we need to terminate your resolve
To accomplish no monsters or snakes get involved
In your community on a conquest to raise the alarm
Conditioning is the process but maybe I'm wrong
Way they're positioning all this nonsense is crazy I'm gone
508's Finest
Raise the Alarm
508's finest
Making noise in the streets like the sound of the police
It's dat 508 shit, dark saint clique
I can bag your bitch but I rather bag of brick
Pop up at my crib and I'll pop out with the blick
Streets getting hot it's getting deadly with the switch
Sheisty still on like we ready in this bitch
Killa opp quick drop some fetty in his shit
If she ain't sucking she ain't ready for the kid
Had drop a verse we coming steady with the hits
Huddled over the pen and pad like an alchemist
Earth, wind, Fire and Water call me amalgamist
Uniting four elements, underground with a sound like this
You can hate but that's after you feel astonishment
Let's be honest, you give me a beat I body it
But I ain't really telling you something that isn't obvious
You just a novice, you telling stories, a novelist
Prepare to worship the 508 like an obelisk
508's Finest
508 shit, Dark Saint Clique
508's finest
Making noise in the streets like the sound of the police
Pull up in the 90, all black like I'm Batman
Hidden on an island with your chick on some black sand
We always up front, catch a lump with a backhand
Feeling like I'm Jordan, tell it all in the last dance
D.S. on the track, bringing pain like a loud beating
We all up in the back, making it rain like we cloud seeding
You stuck up in your house with your spouse while we out eating
We started out warm, we in form & are now steaming
Dark matter in my magic crystal 8 ball
Paint with brain splatter kill a pussy cuz I hate yall
Get the case acquitted cuz my homies stay like ray Charles
Whole lotta saturated fat bitch we stay solid
603 raised me 508 made me
So I live by 4 words fuck you pay me
Never break, never bend, I was forged in the storm
Turn scars into stacks, now I'm colder than norm
Every line cut deep, leave your ego deformed
Ain't no calm in my script, just the eye of the storm
I be fucking Portuguese hoes then Leaving with that sweet bread
Had to jump the river found myself sleeping in new beds
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Couto, Casimiro Santos, Joshua Hetzler, Corey Pacheco Jr., Seth David Spacco, Lowell Trahan
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