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Cautious
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cautious was released on June 12, 2026 by Crime Scene Records as a part of the album TAX EXEMPT: PRESENTED BY 6 ETHER DA DEATH DEALA
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Release DateJune 12, 2026
LabelCrime Scene Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
E Traxx
E Traxx
Rap
6 Ether Da Death Deala
6 Ether Da Death Deala
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethan Capone Place
Ethan Capone Place
Songwriter
Stephen Michael Place
Stephen Michael Place
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
E Traxx
E Traxx
Producer
Bruce Bang
Bruce Bang
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Martians, aliens, Maritans, spaceship, gang
Straight dope dealers, they really don't want no problems
You gon' like it, or you love it, you got no options
With my pops in the studio, they better be cautious
The arrival, we was aliens, now we damn martians
Straight dope dealers, they really don't want no problems
You gon' like it, or you love it, you got no options
With my pops in the studio, they better be cautious
The arrival, we was aliens, now we damn martians
We was aliens now we martians, proceed with caution
They must've lost it when they tried to pop it, bitches make me nauseous
They poppin' shit They just talkin' shit, but we stretch em long like a ostrich
And they must've forgot it, but I promise you don't want no problems
I promise you don't want no problems, cause a killer really wanna spark a bitch
Escalade really dark as shit, makin' it hard for me park the bitch
E Traxx, makin' hoes do splits Spent like 20, just on the fit
Fuck a bill, won't ever split Ever since a kid, I been legit
We been legit We been timeless, on Saturn know where to find us
Rhyme so hot, we been priceless You so ass, you get a D-minus
Money so heavy, can't incline it Big booty hoe, I think she finest
Crazy bullshit, talkin' mindless Who we is? can y'all remind us?
Straight dope dealers, they really don't want no problems
You gon' like it, or you love it, you got no options
With my pops in the studio, they better be cautious
The arrival, we was aliens, now we damn martians
Straight dope dealers, they really don't want no problems
You gon' like it, or you love it, you got no options
With my pops in the studio, they better be cautious
The arrival, we was aliens, now we damn martians
Comin' down, out the sham, spacecraft, bass slaps
In your face, can of mace, then we gone, without a trace
Get a taste of this space food, moon rocks, but new crops
Got real estate in a few stocks, hood that I'm from like the boondocks
Launch a rocket, but not Iraqi, I'm a Martian, Anunnaki
88's, I used to spin, tires so thin, bent the rims
Not slim, not shady MVP, Tom Brady, call me crazy, call me loco
When I lie my dick grow Pinocchio, slang an Ocho right in front of your eye
They disappear like a moment in time, fly through space on a music note
I'm makin' dope, they usin' dope, They sellin' soap at the corner store
I tried to use it on the corner whore, it wouldn't work, bitch was still funky
But it didn't matter cause I still made money
That's Far Out
That's Far Out
Way out to another galaxy
That's Far Out
Out in another universe
Death Deala
Straight dope dealers, they really don't want no problems
You gon' like it, or you love it, you got no options
With my pops in the studio, they better be cautious
The arrival, we was aliens, now we damn martians
Straight dope dealers, they really don't want no problems
You gon' like it, or you love it, you got no options
With my pops in the studio, they better be cautious
The arrival, we was aliens, now we damn martians
Written by: Ethan Capone Place, Stephen Michael Place
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