and
Times of
C .A .P.
Harold
Robbins style written quickly
My whole heart poured on a page
I'm seeing victory I blissfully
Put a bundle of my words into the book
I write the hook and the verse
Listen till I reach the crux of the song
It won't be long until I bomb
this whole notepad
Forming another track within practice
Vicious, abominable styles,
it's hellacious
I give you freedom,
like it's wide open spaces
I walk through the valleys and hills
and reach the ending
Stupendous rhyming,
a soft time about struggling
Puzzling most, the host of all the trickery
I say what's needed,
the rest is no use to me
My name is solid as rock,
tough as some old nails
Cold as pneumonia,
I never fail to keep a yell
With all these keys thrown away
I've finished with too much to
say
Beginning from the perch I take
flight to higher heights
Spitting like a man in my own rights
The tightness is suffocating isn't it?
I take precedence above the opposition
With a skill that stays endless
Compare this to any and you'll
find I'm the one and all
I might blaze through your
famous halls
Turning everything I see to stone
I got it sewn like it was a
hundred stitches
Notebooks kept in fridges
Storm like the whole of
Nottingham
City in blizzards
In the food chain,
you don't want to burn the bridges
To save the skills I'm
bringing for themselves
I'm planning on bringing a nation by hell
I sprint like the breeze through
the margin of the paper
Crush ya like grapes,
it's nothing to overtake ya
I evaporate into the
air like it's a vapour
And spread into your system
just to put you in a coma
The
Condor, a spotless prey
I stub a
MC out like a roach in a tray
Spell my name with me, I'm the
CAP
The eldest on the planet, that's
IDSG
The
Condor, a spotless prey
I stub an
MC out like a roach in a tray
Spell my name with me, I'm the
CAP
The illest on the planet, check
The silent
MC, with too much to speak
I save it for when I'm out of
reach from the weak
Catch bleachy defences,
leave girls defenceless
Spit this shit, only a few can find offensive
My mind's on the beach when
the sun's melting down
I'm heat like when you
see metal melting down
In less than an hour,
I'm turning tracks round
So now it's got lyrics,
as well as the sound
That's never duplicated,
sequence mutilated
C .A .P.'s the greatest,
heavily underrated
You get incinerated trying
to imitate it
Cause it's only the originator who's
obligated to the mic
The condor has spotted its prey
I stub an
MC out like a roach in a crate
Spell my name with me, I'm the
C .A .P.
The illest on the planet, that's I .D .S .T.
The condor has spotted its prey
I stub an
MC out like a roach in a crate
Spell my name with me, I'm the
C .A .P.
The illest on the planet, that's I -D -S -T
This was
Floyd, still true
And those two
T's, I -N -G,
H -E -N to the
P -L
Undiscovered drummer