Apollo Brown & Planet Asia – Deep In The Casket

Medaliano, Masonic murder rap scholar
Saw so much that I cannot be shooken
[Verse 2]

That’s why I feel at home around the chain lifters, and body counters
Words is like coke, I’m used to cooking
Eight track stereo, colored TV in every room
Bumping Mozzy in the Maserati
Broke niggas tryna beef always getting smoked
I’m still jooking, it’s just nothing is getting tooken
The only one the man left us to play God knows it’s a rotten game.

The bullshit you better start squashing
Trained to go fast with no delay
Four door Porsches and polo horses
Have you taking shots like you was bar hoppin
There’s no way for you to even mask it
My city going stupid mainly
From the ground on up, dirty shit man

Keep a shooter with a throwaway
SKs blow your face when big boys come out to play
And you can snort a half a piece of dope every day
You know the doctrine, since when the fuck y’all start poppin?

It’s the fuck I’m talking ’bout, man
Colombian fashion (8x)
Heavy handed henchmen, victorious vigilant
Still killing shit, it’s pretty boy militance
That powder they nose with that white girl
Cross the line, I might down ya
Might Colombian fashion your casket

[?], major models sophisticado
Runners over the stove, giving slight twirls with hoes
These rappers is a fuckin joke
Lil niggas in the pen going super crazy
Golf courses, teriyaki swordfish, exotic fortress

That’s the stone cold truth
Y’know I mean?
Like the paper at the gun range, I’m sun blazing
Colombian fashion (8x)
Put your head in a basket
When it’s war we never go away
Fit deep in the casket
My goons follow ’cause I know the way
Allegedly they say my little Relly caught a body
Twist something

Wasn’t for this, then I’d still be jooking
Like aftershocks niggas is used to booking
Gangsta gun game, my [?] aim damage a frame
[Verse 1]
It’s the American Dream, nigga, well ain’t it?
[Planet Asia]
Fit deep in the casket
Know your family would be set in place doing car washes