I wake up in the mornin' feelin' fine & refreshed
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take a look into the mirror to see who's rhymin' the best
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Hah, there he is, lookin' right my way
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so I hook up wit Jay
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to start my day
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I hit up Ray and say what's the function
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he say he got some hoes that want to take us to bruch and go kick it
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Cool, I'm the man
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and plus when we chillin' I'ma have on a band and Tuscany
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spillin' hella game so this fella can bump
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plus I'm hungry as fuck
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so tell him it's on
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if I aint here hit me
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probly have some hoes wit me
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but you gone have to come & get me
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cause my shit be breakin' downs
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now I'm chillin' on the solo
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gettin' keyed
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watchin' the Box
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laughin' at rappers I've superceded
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niggas try to hold me back, but I need it
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I stay in seclusion when producin'
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amd makin' beats is how a nigga should be
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that's why I'm always to the head'n you aint fuckin' with me.
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chorus
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Later on, Casual, the dopest rapper in hip hop music, marks!
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Alright, uh
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I sit up on my futon
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and ask myself who's Jon?
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that brotha rippin' mics to enthuse MCs
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yet I'm eating niggas like a cruton
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I charge up neutrons
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the style I formulated from nothing but mere
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tears from a wack MC
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I flow accurately to point the weak & give them muscles
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my rhymes a 30 million piece puzzle
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you was till this
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I interrogate MCs until they admit it
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I'm tryin' to hit the beat a little different
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so dims bear with me
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if it commence to happen that my rappin' wouldn't be grade A
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but you couldn't persuade a nigga like me to fall off on May Day
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cause I keep goin'
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just like the springs in Nevada that'll bring a lotta water to the
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spotta
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Casual, the scheme plotta
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takin' nada
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I used to steel dome from my home's, Grenada
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but that there's some Oakland shit
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and I knew you woudln't feel it when I spoke the shit
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but still
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I gotta give my folks a shout
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som'n I'm gonna do you can't coax me out
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I speaks about the weak, without no problem
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and on the microphone I can't find no opponent
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and you can't find no fault in me
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I'm assaulting the
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wack rapper and his depth
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check out my manuscript and say Damn, you the dopest
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fuckin' up niggas on the east and west coast
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with bump, Casual wont lose at all
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I'm the cause of the crews that fall
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used to breakin' nigga's jaws but I started out
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when I found out, what life is all about.
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chorus
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Later On (Casual's Low Down Remix)
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| Casual |
