This is My Life - Cali Agents.mp3

[00:08.94]It be the raw rhyme spitterm, no glitter with no glam
[00:11.82]I can still turn out your whole jam
[00:13.83]It's nothin' but fam up in the spot, bitch, ready or not
[00:16.83]And if you wanna see us play, put a buck in the slot
[00:19.38]We got dangerous plots
[00:20.94]Schemes and big dreams, big money themes
[00:23.10]I need just to feed my seed
[00:25.02]No greed involved, but I still stand tall
[00:27.54]Be spendin yo time up at the goddamn mall
[00:30.18]Doin' things that don't mean shit
[00:31.98]Still lookin for tail, I'm lookin for my checks in the mail
[00:35.34]Without fail we bring it back to its original form
[00:38.40]Been doin this before you young cats was born
[00:40.80]Hated in my own backyard, what kinda logic is that?
[00:43.59]These bitches mad cause I'm bringin it fat
[00:45.57]In fact, I'm never broke, never blowin the smoke
[00:48.18]But when I'm standin in the crowd, they be knowin the quotes
[00:50.88]It's like, how in the hell do these cats even sell?
[00:53.67]Be spittin big words your ass can't even spell
[00:56.34]Stars and quasars, a hundred and ten bars
[00:58.89]Of pure rhymes, I'ma tell you one last time
[01:01.53]My rhyme's elite, give me 265 feet
[01:04.65]I might leave niggas sprawled in the street
[01:06.75]When you spit yours, the shit didn't sound right
[01:09.48]And now it's because you didn't lay it down right
[01:12.12]Cover your folks with all the chronic ***** smoke
[01:14.64]You just found out that Ras didn't need folks
[01:17.31]I do it myself, I keep cash at the spot
[01:19.86]Be up in your face, whether you like Ras or not
[01:22.38][CHORUS]
[01:22.68]This is my life, I gotta live it
[01:24.51]And if you cats really
[01:25.62]Don't know we gotta let y'all feel it
[01:27.75]It's never the same
[01:28.80]You know we gots to maintain
[01:30.33]We figured you out, we know your whole damn game [x2]
[01:34.32][VERSE 2: Planet Asia]
[01:42.03]Yo, bon voyage, load the track as we take off
[01:47.55]I break off with explodin facts you can't shake off
[01:50.04]Experiment in Cali, I rep the Valley up to Central
[01:52.98]Hoes, flows, big dough and small penis rentals
[01:55.17]Cross the country like young guns bustin at you outdoors
[01:57.99]These backpack niggas don't even know what they out for
[02:00.54]Frontin like they don't want cash
[02:02.34]Every since I made my first g I knew I had to make shit last
[02:05.46]I write rhyme for rhyme, line till my mind got elaborate
[02:08.34]A complicated torturous arrangement on my tablet
[02:11.01]I'm hard-fisted, on some smoke-a-cigar-split shit
[02:13.59]Straight out the yard district, here to leave scars inflicted
[02:16.08]On your wack-ass production, the way we freak beats is unique
[02:19.11]You feel the heat just like a backlash or somethin
[02:21.39]I write fast but think slow, I keep my cash wrinkled
[02:23.97]Yo, catch me blowin grams in Amsterdam at Paradiso
[02:26.49]Pullin notches, and not only do we rock fresh gear
[02:29.01]But when it comes to hip-hop, we like a breath of fresh air
[02:31.74]Like yeah, and just to let y'all side-busters know
[02:34.44]We rep the underground, but still we out to make dough
[02:36.75]Know what I'm sayin?
[02:37.50][CHORUS]