Listen to Faces of Death by Cali Agents

Faces of Death

Cali Agents

Hip-Hop/Rap

555 Shazams

Music Video

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Listen to How the West Was One by Cali Agents
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cali Agents
Cali Agents
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert L. Green, Jr.
Robert L. Green, Jr.
Composer
Bosko Kante
Bosko Kante
Composer

Lyrics

[Chorus] My raps collapse the wackest like? accidents Trasing my steps is part 1, 2 and 3 the faces of death Ey yo recognise the real fake emcees get done Splashing the hapness on some hungry sh*t plus jus to have fun You can catch me on the run but ain't no tracin my steps Step on my toes or play me close and meet the faces of death [Verse 2 - planet asia] Yes, yes y'all one more time for dolo emcee You know the name is still the same like polo I'm uncontrollable like that No need for running from what you can't see So just get ready for the comin ill verses I spit it at you for the f**k of it Before you spill first my subconscience won't allow for the tip Against your foul mouth The overplace is totally placed So doctor shine out F**k around and you's about to find out how it started I snatched the mic from my counciller in the forth grade I tore the whole motherf**kin house up So courage ain't sh*t i stays competition crushin These cats hella abstract and ain't sayin nothin It's bleedy eyes red dotted in the facial And if i don't know your name then that just means i misplaced you A lotta motherf**kers say i smoke too much But know what? a lotta motherf**kers joke too much Who keeps the joint movin? it's planet asia ya'll Straight from the cali agents off the mic if you don't know what you're doin So give it here and don't say nothin I stays huntin while other cats stays frontin you know Now pop your collar to this leader to follow like it's tradition As i manourve through the sound system [Chorus] Last but not least i send this out to my audian squad who never shorted me Thank you for supportin me Forever always what would the jewels recordin me another hot one My sh*t makes dj's hands horny for wax only Ya'll niggas don't want me to talk sh*t Snatch a fifth from out the closet on some blowin the dart sh*t (That's why the? greene) Every outcome shall be jumpin till the very last drop Until the blood stops pumpin (that's how we smash) We roll until the wheels fall off, i got off verbal sort of Live a lot the body sort of stinkin Full of stinks for tryin to represent in the wrong place Against some closed up like what the f**k you thinkin (You gotta recognise) Ain't another cat more fit for the position of a soldier only out to rip sh*t [Chorus x2] And you don't stop And you don't quit Planet asia, ricky shay What the f**k you thought And you don't stop Cali agent school yard And you don't stop ? Cali in the place to be like...
Writer(s): Robert Lee Jr. Green, Bosco A. Kante Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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