Story Behind the Song
I just want the world to know that Ciz isnt your average rapper... I'm ready for the draft.. and its time for my squad to be picked up cuz we the hottest new team on the market.. the world will hear us soon.. it took me about two days to wrap it up even though i wrote the first 12 bars in 2 hours. The last four had to be perfect so i dwelled on them for a night. To record it took two takes and that was it. This is one of the first tracks i ever recorded
Lyrics
I'm not a kid no more, done with the Child's Play/
my name aint Chucky, somebody betta pick up me/
labron james of the draft, i painted my past with colors so vivid that a rainbow crashed (a rainbow crashed)/
focuse remains on cash, you niggas pray to ya stash and wonder why all you makin is trash/
im tellin you, you betta check the news flash. i put niggas out the game by the end of the first half/
night train, Dick Lane interceptin ya forward pass (oldhead),
ronnie lott puttin ya frame in the grass/
I play dirty like the oldheads played, shake hands smile in ya face and give you the blade/
am i impressed with the coke you weighed, i costarred with Kingpins like Randy Quaid/
Vancouver to Mexico i practiced free trade, yall cooked up coke nigga i sauteed/
appose me get fucked with a fan blade, twist ya limbs up nice and tight like a french braid/
im the new model, yall niggas need to upgrade, ya hard drive needs a couple more gigs/
i know you stressed right now puff a couple more Cigs, crossin me cant be like an open drawbridge/
man im tellin you, yall on level two, Mario Brothers stillsearchin for the castle/
labels fightin for these kids like custody battles, i cut they heads off clean and showcase them on my mantle/
continue to ramble, until i put M 100 calico slugs in ya whips door panel/
eggs is scrambled and the bacon is cooked that means rivals aint breathin, one times on the books/
its lockdown, lights out in Em City, Ciz trackin down his prey and it wont be pretty/
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