Caprio - Sound

My sound it's round the town
My sound make the crowd gather 'round
My sound not playing with sound
My sound kill, kill sound
My sound rude boy sound
My sound hip-hip sound
My sound jungle sound
My sound jungle sound
Just some shit I overheard from the reservoir docks

Rappers got a writing team
Got the kid screaming
A cover's what I'm seeing
Might let y'all keep breathing
But then the game would stay sleazy
And they would still think this shit's easy
Breezy, cheesy
Man this bullshit making me queasy
Disease, he sound wheezy
Take it easy while we catch these in the first degrees
Freeze frame when we spit with ease
Please sit down pen and pad, you lack the expertise
Bank coming for the keys, the skis
You forgot to pay your writers fees
Analyses, you just a hand full of feces
Like a monkey threw shit at that TV
Now how how you gon' see me
Need somebody clean it with sqeegy
See me say fuck your mom clearly
Maybe you'll open your eyes when I release the heavy D
Aye yo, Fleetwood, hit 'em

My sound it's round the town
My sound make the crowd gather 'round
My sound not playing with sound
My sound kill, kill sound
My sound rude boy sound
My sound hip-hip sound
My sound jungle sound
My sound jungle sound
Just some shit I overheard from the reservoir docks

Mother fucking couple trick pony, with an ace up my left sleeve
Going postal kicking flows like a leg sweep
Like I kicked Chuck Norris out my dojo just for entering
My belts green, I'm sensei, this first lesson may be free
Whoever taught these kids the rap better gave 'em receipts
This ain't MTV
Y'all gon' need an EMT
I pity you like Mr. T in Rocky 3
Cold cocked seeing three of me
Ain't no reason to be a believer
But that's like saying Bigfoot ain't real while holding up his sneakers
Like why though
I see rap beef, get some of y'all weak at the knees
Like a bitch praying for
Knee pad fantasies, you got
Knee cap scab reality, call it
A blacktop tragedy, in actuality
It's a rich man's fallacy, a misunderstanding
Swag is a half assed strategy
You just a rag, saturated in your vanity's semen
Y'all should pay attention to Fleetwood's genius
'Fore y'all miss the sequel to Jesus

My sound it's round the town
My sound make the crowd gather 'round
My sound not playing with sound
My sound kill, kill sound
My sound rude boy sound
My sound hip-hip sound
My sound jungle sound
My sound jungle sound
Just some shit I overheard from the reservoir docks

Written by:
Dennis Krueger, Josiah Gilbert

Publisher:
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