Ceasar Enrico

"The phone rang, it was a guy that I knew, and he said"

"They're guilty.....every fuckin' count"

"He says they're done...."

Tiger, I think ya betta get it right

Cause shit goes bump in the night

Came up out the gutter, now it's all butter

And with my blade I cut like no other

The runnin' of the bulls motherfucka it's the matador

Peep my new Wu shoes on a marble floor

Roll around like a cop-o eatin' on chicken

I shoot with my eyes closed hope ain't missing

Firin' up weed til the early morn

It's a little bit lonely cause my girl is gone

To my so called enemies yeh I'm back

And you cock sucka fuckas gotta deal with that

Cause I'm loose like gun powder hidden in a cannon

Fly by me don't think about landin'

Think about crashin', cause I'm about to fall

But not before I break these laws

Motherfucka it's the devil's heart beatin' in ya ear

Here go the contract sold my career

And I'm chillin' right here motherfucka in the physical form

Grew my hair back just so I can hide my horns

Nah mean, the fiend of the rhymes' on the scene

My raps sound better with crime on the scene

Fillmoe down kamikaze of rap

Gotta have a weed sack for my party pack

It's like that, Sugar Hill like Romello

Stir it up til it rocks up and turn yellow

Heavenly father it's the god of Khan

Witness as my vertigo passes on

Knockin' on the pearly gates high of bomb

And you can see my life if you read my palm it's like that

"Caesar Enrico Vandello"

"Is this the end of Rico?"

"Caesar Enrico Vandello"

"Is this the end of Rico?"

"Caesar Enrico Vandello"

"Is this the end of Rico?"

"Caesar Enrico Vandello"

"Caesar Enrico Vandello"

Check this out don't move I hold ya like a slow groove

In my mind and my soul I'ma break rules

Get a new crew, we somethin' like the Coyote Gang

Comin' down on ya town like black rain

Blunts are cut and wrapped up in the indica

Rhymes are ripped and hollow tipped when they hittin' ya

Man it really ain't a friend ah ya

So it ain't no prob in my mind when they gettin' ya

Turn like a top spittin' cold begets

Tell the record lable die if they hold the cheque

Because it's right here homie the fetish for cash

You get it then you split it then you hit it and mash

You talk like a squirrel, I hope ya ain't a squealer

You lookin' at a new improved rap drug dealer

Take flight, buckle up like a plane ride

Why oh why do I remain high

Shootin' at the sky that's over my head

Hopin' that the bullets all wake the dead

Loud enough that it even shake they bed but

Quiet enough that it don't attract the feds

Because I fly like a bat outta hell that's for real

Think like a prisoner sittin' in jail

When it come to these rhymes better get the scale

Or act like ya blind fucka read it in brail

Nigga crime fell no crime on the rise

All in ya eyes is the sign of the times

Heavenly father it's the god of Khan

Witness as my vertigo passes on

Standin' at the pearly gates high of bomb

And you can see my life if you read my palm

"Caesar Enrico Vandello"

"Is this the end of Rico?"

"Caesar Enrico Vandello"

"Caesar Enrico Vandello"