Intro - Reef The Lost Cauze

I ain’t pull up in a cake whip

I appeared in the mist, ridin' on a slave ship

Docked at James River

Where they used to hang and maim niggas

In the same picture they’d explain scriptures

Cocaine and liquor, I was born into a tenure of fitna

Drug wars for 40 years — nobody richer

I had priors before Richard, bills before Cosby

It’s not comedy, I’m starving

I’m at your dance party, ice-griller

Wonderin' aloud, 'What is wrong with these white children?'

This ain’t hipster rap, this that official vicious rap

By the aristocrat of rippin' cats you missin that

I figured that;

the kid is back and no he didn’t slack

I’m on my job ya’ll until we get it back

Cause you hated too, until my face is blue

I raise with you and drop these coons before they labels do

I can divide, I know times tables too

I’m out to lunch check please at table two

You just a farmer, I take out your stable too

Oh, you crazy?

I’m a little unstable too

It’s all good, I’m all about my paper too

But I live this shit, and this is something you get paid to do

See the difference, people listen, feel enlightened

Fuck the fame, see what the game did to Mike Tyson?

That nigga livin' in a bus station

Then they got the nerve to wonder why I’m filled with such hatred

From where the bus fare raisin' and we know how the dust tastin'

Cause guns bust on every occasion

You speak of one nation, we don’t count as much

Chinamen make a thousand bucks for sellin' the same amount of Dutch

Masters to young bastards who cut classes

Tap asses, sling crack and get blasted

By someone they used to have class with

It’s not tragic, it’s a part of the package

Over money that coulda been replaced

I know you read the news, my dude, but in all truth, do you see a face?

The one that looks like mine and got shot nine times

And he ain’t signed to Dr. Dre

And he’s dead and the brother who did it locked away

This is my life, I got a lot to say

Every nigga sent here to piss you off

I ain’t doing the jigaboo strut, no sir, no Chicken George

Before that I’mma kick in doors

This is not reform out here, young boy, this is war

And if you’re not prepared, you will die violently

The real, not with rappers trying to be on channel 93

God confides in me, so I see I have no right to be anything aside from what I

was designed to be

Everyday he reminded me that I’m the «lost cauze» my dog

But I didn’t decide to be

Everyday he reminded me that I’m the «lost cauze» my dog

But I didn’t decide to be