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Cake, Uncut
by Proper Channels
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Watch the fuck out! Squad deep, might run right through ya
They're jackrabbits pero somos las tortugas
Big cats gunning out for the hogs
Shouting "Ooga-booga-booga!" to ya Cowardly Dogs
Great googa mooga! It's like we zoomed straight into the future
It's a lot to take in, I know it's not what the brain's used to
It takes two to make communication happen
So we roll three deep and don't associate with wackness
Respect for the music and culture and the craft is
Why we're back in action only after ample practice, bet
Really though, rap is riding a bike
Never forget to come correct every time we touch the mic
In effect is the funk every time we make you feel it
Tear the roof off the sucka' every time we're in the building
Expect nothing less than the illest shit from our affiliates
Proper Channels chillin' from 2012 'til the infinite, let's go
Bosses getting wrecked in the speed run
Next level, better than you've ever fucking seen
Do my fucking thing
Each and every season
Brand new Exclusive
Never any re-runs
The lab back in my room for a reason
Get to work, make beats while I'm sleeping
Stash so many, I'm forgetting where I keep em'
Hard drives hidden in a lake in the deep end
Samples stashed, hidden in the base
One-hits on two discs I hid up in a safe
Three places I keep secret crates
Loop 'em' grimy, 4K sample-rate
Truncate you punk fakes
Pump fake and dunk, chumps
I'll end your dumb game
Fuck a name, fuck a front page
Doing it for fun, I don't even want fame
Talk shit a bit, keep the sword sharp
Y'all rhymes sound like you wrote 'em in Word Art
Back to the drawing board
Everything you do looks like something I saw before
We keep it fresh, never frozen or refrigerated
Hot out the pot, aroma so invigorating
Mot got the proper dishes for your dinner waiting
Plot mixed in with a little twist of innovation
On point at your head like a red one
Dot that, cop more head from your step mom
Ass from your stepdad, your aunt better step back
Fuck your family tree and clean my dick with a wet nap
Y'all want the raw? One bar, you'll regret that
Kill the 8 ball and the beat like a setback
Sober ain't by luck, keep your clovers and your horseshoes
They say do the work, I fake it like a cartoon
Tattooed like it's war wounds
Wayne's still the goat, I ain't sorry and it's fuck you
You think I changed like the channel? I'm a star dude
Y'all seeing the past, need a map in your car
Goons got the gar rolled and I pass like a class
Or it's dropped like your pants when I'm chasing that ass
Using spit for the lube because it's hot and it's slimy, it's tasteless and rude
This ain't his style. Who's he copying
No body baby I just finally found my confidence
Coming for your neck, and the check like his gut
This is from the next tape call it Cake, Uncut
Watch the fuck out! Squad deep, might run right through ya
They're jackrabbits pero somos las tortugas
Big cats gunning out for the hogs
Shouting "Ooga-booga-booga!" to ya Cowardly Dogs
Great googa mooga! It's like we zoomed straight into the future
It's a lot to take in, I know it's not what the brain's used to
It takes two to make communication happen
So we roll three deep and don't associate with wackness
Respect for the music and culture and the craft is
Why we're back in action only after ample practice, bet
Really though, rap is riding a bike
Never forget to come correct every time we touch the mic
In effect is the funk every time we make you feel it
Tear the roof off the sucka' every time we're in the building
Expect nothing less than the illest shit from our affiliates
Proper Channels chillin' from 2012 'til the infinite, let's go
Bosses getting wrecked in the speed run
Next level, better than you've ever fucking seen
Do my fucking thing
Each and every season
Brand new Exclusive
Never any re-runs
The lab back in my room for a reason
Get to work, make beats while I'm sleeping
Stash so many, I'm forgetting where I keep em'
Hard drives hidden in a lake in the deep end
Samples stashed, hidden in the base
One-hits on two discs I hid up in a safe
Three places I keep secret crates
Loop 'em' grimy, 4K sample-rate
Truncate you punk fakes
Pump fake and dunk, chumps
I'll end your dumb game
Fuck a name, fuck a front page
Doing it for fun, I don't even want fame
Talk shit a bit, keep the sword sharp
Y'all rhymes sound like you wrote 'em in Word Art
Back to the drawing board
Everything you do looks like something I saw before
We keep it fresh, never frozen or refrigerated
Hot out the pot, aroma so invigorating
Mot got the proper dishes for your dinner waiting
Plot mixed in with a little twist of innovation
On point at your head like a red one
Dot that, cop more head from your step mom
Ass from your stepdad, your aunt better step back
Fuck your family tree and clean my dick with a wet nap
Y'all want the raw? One bar, you'll regret that
Kill the 8 ball and the beat like a setback
Sober ain't by luck, keep your clovers and your horseshoes
They say do the work, I fake it like a cartoon
Tattooed like it's war wounds
Wayne's still the goat, I ain't sorry and it's fuck you
You think I changed like the channel? I'm a star dude
Y'all seeing the past, need a map in your car
Goons got the gar rolled and I pass like a class
Or it's dropped like your pants when I'm chasing that ass
Using spit for the lube because it's hot and it's slimy, it's tasteless and rude
This ain't his style. Who's he copying
No body baby I just finally found my confidence
Coming for your neck, and the check like his gut
This is from the next tape call it Cake, Uncut
