Respect Game Or Expect Flames - CASUAL, J. Rawls

Respect game or expect flames

I connect with the select, what he meant, I collect chains

Manila folder, the realest soldier, the illest spiller

Still a killer, realer than villains in it for scrilla

The way your boy spits you’d think he had Tourettes

Came all the way from Oakland and y’all hoping I’m wet

Soaking, they know it’s not as dope as it get

Don’t get broken by the opening act, now check it out y’all

Casual, J. Rawls, we make shit to escape the fake

The matrix, then spread love like Take 6

No need to try to motivate for fake chicks

I play flav girl, you get the eight six

We call lampin, J. Rawls, Casual

Smash Rockwellington the west coast champion

Now check it out

Respect game or expect flames

Respect game or expect flames

Respect game or expect flames

Respect game or expect flames

Respect game or expect flames

Respect game or expect flames

Hatin' - it’s not a part of me dawg

Bomba-rass blood clot like your arteries clogged

You started me, you ought to be regarding me

Your artistry’s god when rocking crowds is a part of the job

I get harder than the vice squad, dirtier than hoarders

Placin' a drug order at the border

Court order stoner thought of as more of an oracle

Collect, respect, then erect mic memorials

A type tutorials, too hype for your mic warriors

Machete sharp music, make confetti out your albums

To floor ya, boy call your lawyer

Before the lord just destroy ya

Soul music, hip-hop or rock, jazz, funk

This is classical Casual, punk

Me and Cas used to have science class together

And you could tell when we come combine raps together

Nigga this the best chapter of the book

Where we mastered every nook and cranny of the rap anatomy

Black reality, black mentality

Any technicality we just handle it, casually

Mouths to feed so we pound the streets, like a pachyderm

Make sure that our raps is heard

Hieroglyphics yeah that’s the first, time you heard the grandmaster’s verse

But now a miraculous turn of events in the present tense

Got us here to prove that hip-hop grew in spite of fools

That would like to choose dollar signs over rhymes that timeless

You can’t take it with you, don’t deny it

I do this shit for Richard Pryor or Red Fox and Rudy Ray Moore

You say it raw, true to the core

Respect game or expect flames when the set bang