Who Do Dat - CASUAL

We Got Stacks and Raps and Tracks for New Jacks

Tell em Who Do Dat?

Tell em Who Do Dat?

We got, Ultimate beats, underground, the streets

Tell em Who Do Dat?

Tell em Who Do Dat?

We Got Stacks and Raps and Tracks for New Jacks

Hiero, Hiero

The Way that ima rock you tho

Take you deep like John Christo

But show no compassion (why?)

Cuz I’m intergalactic, my mental react with

Unearthly tactics

Words can’t capture the feeling of the master

Busting rhymes at ya

I met emcees like chemical dependencies

A pioneer, navigate over embassies

Don’t try it here

I’m finna tell ya, stay off my genitalia

You’ll find out it won’t pay off and then you’ll fail, to acknowledge the style

is rap side

Demolish, with rhymes that shine like polish

Pastors relinquish their titles, aborting the recitals

Cuz to me, eating rappers is tradition

No, like kissing under the mistletoe

Never bless I’m on a mission wishing for

Cash flow for these raps and pages

They make me feel so advantageous

When emcees get courageous

And try to play this

What’s my name, remain for ages

I smash them like a comet, everybody tryna see me

They look through Hubble telescope’s is funking on a video

For miles of freestyles, i hang out on a nee nee

There’s always one emcee who gets greedy

Dress up and tryna be me, press up and get acheful for a while with your

premature style

When you see the wrong smile, now me mugging

Better try hugging me, or the other shit gonna bring out the thug in me

Then it gets ugly, S-K-S 45 through your vest

For violating the love in me, but i ain’t tripping

I’m on a whole othery

Leaving you speechless, chilling on them red clay beaches

While your peach just watch the shore my knock galore

And peach is your crew president

And whoever he represent is hesitant to step to me

It’s me and my colossal sound, with the knocks that pound

Cas' rules everything around

We Got Stacks and Raps and Tracks for New Jacks

Tell em Who Do Dat?

Tell em Who Do Dat?

We got, Ultimate beats, underground, the streets

Tell em Who Do Dat?

Tell em Who Do Dat?

We Got Stacks and Raps and Tracks for New Jacks

Hiero, Hiero