My Uzi by Touch of CAS Lyrics
[Verse 1: Touch of CAS]
Here's another short story, about the transition
Raised out of Philly, Uber street specific
West Oak Lane willie, wild cat tradition
Seven Duce and Ogontz, bodies come up missing
FTC written, on walls with a rhythm
Cans of spray paint sealed the fate of my niggas
Caught up red handed, can't see the bigger picture
The system left us stranded, catch 22 mission
Up to me to manage, can't get caught slipping
Bite the struggle sandwich, digest it into gifted
My thoughts remain candid, teach my youngbulls wisdom
Coughing from the cannabis some smoke to blur they vision
From the horror scenes that damaged us, scared our intuition
Stiff like a manikin, break the mental prison
Shift the glare like camera man, focus to precision
Snap the shot with a steady hand a guaranteed given listen!
[Hook: Touch of CAS]
I said ool, she put her hand on my Uzi
And now she want to shoot it, and now she want to shoot it
I said ool, she put her hand on my Uzi
And now she want to shoot it, and now she want to shoot it
[Verse 2: Touch of CAS]
I'm like Common on "The Corner"
Black Thought in "Web"
Kweli getting by
Mos Def on the edge
Johnny getting blazed, in "How High" with Red
Nasir Jones "Bridging the Gap" him and his dad
I'm a mack according to Biggie, my first name is Craig
Fresh Prince Big Willie, my last name is Smith
President like Eric Biddy, Miss Lamock told me that
"Microphone Fiend" like the R Rakim to you new jacks
Took my vows Souls of Mischief "93 'Til Infinity"
Won't stop spitting until the entire world is feeling me
You selfish emcees I want to see another "Symphony"
Marley Mal, Master Ace, Craig G, you kidding me
Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, illest deliveries
Niggas with a attitude rude screaming "Fuck tha Police"
Consider this my gratitude to Hip H.O.P
"My Uzi Weighs a Ton" like Chuck D in Public Enemy
[Hook: Touch of CAS]
Here's another short story, about the transition
Raised out of Philly, Uber street specific
West Oak Lane willie, wild cat tradition
Seven Duce and Ogontz, bodies come up missing
FTC written, on walls with a rhythm
Cans of spray paint sealed the fate of my niggas
Caught up red handed, can't see the bigger picture
The system left us stranded, catch 22 mission
Up to me to manage, can't get caught slipping
Bite the struggle sandwich, digest it into gifted
My thoughts remain candid, teach my youngbulls wisdom
Coughing from the cannabis some smoke to blur they vision
From the horror scenes that damaged us, scared our intuition
Stiff like a manikin, break the mental prison
Shift the glare like camera man, focus to precision
Snap the shot with a steady hand a guaranteed given listen!
[Hook: Touch of CAS]
I said ool, she put her hand on my Uzi
And now she want to shoot it, and now she want to shoot it
I said ool, she put her hand on my Uzi
And now she want to shoot it, and now she want to shoot it
[Verse 2: Touch of CAS]
I'm like Common on "The Corner"
Black Thought in "Web"
Kweli getting by
Mos Def on the edge
Johnny getting blazed, in "How High" with Red
Nasir Jones "Bridging the Gap" him and his dad
I'm a mack according to Biggie, my first name is Craig
Fresh Prince Big Willie, my last name is Smith
President like Eric Biddy, Miss Lamock told me that
"Microphone Fiend" like the R Rakim to you new jacks
Took my vows Souls of Mischief "93 'Til Infinity"
Won't stop spitting until the entire world is feeling me
You selfish emcees I want to see another "Symphony"
Marley Mal, Master Ace, Craig G, you kidding me
Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, illest deliveries
Niggas with a attitude rude screaming "Fuck tha Police"
Consider this my gratitude to Hip H.O.P
"My Uzi Weighs a Ton" like Chuck D in Public Enemy
[Hook: Touch of CAS]