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lirik lagu caktuz – look up

[caktuz]
i follow my own code/ still defdefy the odds
all i need is a pen and a pad/ i’m over the wall
despicable me/ this life to which i’m drawn
p-ssy everywhere i go/ like p-rno from the gods
so- praise the lord/ p-ss the ammunition
f-ck excuses/ cak is amerikkkan history x
i used to sl-t white b-tch off the back porch
now we them neggas at your motherf-ckin’ front do’
i know sh-ts startin’ to change
way these snitches engaged by what bosses i’m introduced to nowadays
exotic homes/ that’s sp-cious
how low the models go/ higher than sp-ceships
they catch us on the interstate
that’s state sh-t
my youngest shooter itchin’ say “it ain’t sh-t”
“you ain’t said sh-t”
nah negga you ain’t sayin’ sh-t
i told the actress in my bed/ you ain’t seen sh-t
looking at me different/ on my ‘ready to die’ sh-t
public enemy/ gettin’ terror dome
she like the flavor of love/ but ain’t nothin’ though
she just trying to get a baby/ ain’t nuttin’ though
but since the high is up ya nose/ go on and top it off
to top it all these neggas got no b-lls
gone hollywood/ straight sidney stars

[hook]
watch out below before you all get crushed
i ain’t fallin’ i’m so high/ i’m floatin’ just like dust
fall back before you all get touched -negga!
what! look up it’s raining me (yeah)
it’s raining me
f-ck ya’ll neggas it’s raining me
look up it’s raining me (yeah)
it’s raining me
yeah, look up it’s raining me

[j finale]
blood, sweat, and tears in the pain that i feel
got me ready to roll out/ clutchin’ on my steel
everyday i gotta eat/ so i hustle for a meal
before i get on tracks and spit nothin’ but the real
my rap book is non-fiction/ so stop and listen
imma show you why these neggas no compet-tion
first off i be in the hood like an engine
second, i’m the best/ and don’t ya’ll forget it
third, the way i use the words is exquisite
fourth, just call me a microphone wizard
i’m hot sorta like when i whipped up in the kitchen
all 4 eyes on with no air condition
neggas stop trippin’
jay be on a mission
they’d rather see me in prison/ with no vision
blind to the world/ my mind in a curl
when i was 16 i was on the grind with the girl
(you know what kinda girl, negga!)

[caktuz]
can you believe/ they call me a g*nius in mid sentence?
neggas tweetin’ my spit/ for i could finish
informants spring my alarm/ i’m dippin’ off in the synagogs
forgive me father/ i’m against all odds
hold my confession until the morn
while i’m bearing my cross/ double-crossed bustin’ off in them f-cks
i been- crossed the line, i shouldn’t cross
been sacrificed/ too much lost
marshalls done been informed/ paparazzi along for the ride
they want a negga photo finished like ‘princess di’
so you come to witness how ghetto princes die
send out orders subliminal/ but in print says “die”
for all the b-tches that be printin’ those lies
guess i’ll be a f-ckin’ menace/ till society dies
bloggers get involved/ my k!llers lettin’ the toast out
ha! now that’s a media take out

[evil twin]
it’s rainin’ me (cont.)

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