Casual Where They At? Lyrics

Where They At? Lyrics

[CHORUS:] 
"Where they at? Where they at, c'mon (x 5)" 
 
From the bottom of my heart 
I must declaim  
the deranged mind state.  
I find hate surrounding me,  
so I clown a G,  
and his rebuttal is  
"Cas stop bein' a ass,"  
It makes me think  
what'll ever stop the angry 
when they wanna throw thangs wit' me? 
They're aware I'll bang 'em 
because of examples  
I have made out of humans 
doom when they toy with my thought train,  
they're caught plain and simple,  
but some will attempt to pull jammies  
so I slam with these,  
ram these, all into his jaw,  
and ideas of why he is front'n really frighten me,  
'cause I can be doin' better things with my time,  
my pen enlightens the page I puncture 
my rage is brunt to show you  
what flow too through hard times  
and times when my pen  
is my only friend,  
I'm lonely  
then I create a new antidote that'll raise hell,  
and I hope this busi-ness pays well, 
cause its fly to me  
but not worth the anxi-e-ty,  
I wish I can BE all I CAN, B,  
so the man see his full potential,  
with them phrases  
get you into dazes,  
praise this overlordian  
who got sh*t for the naughty men, 
here we go- 
 
[CHORUS:] 
"Where they at? Where they at? Where they at, c'mon. (x 5)" 
 
Hut. Hut. Hike.  
I strike like angry employees 
It's gonna take more than MC's to destroy these. 
Please stop drop and roll a spliff 
lift my mind to niggas get bowed and ripped 
then I stomp 'em like a brush fire 
'cause I get much flyer  
even in the clutch  
I adjust and bust skills 
with negative frills,  
still no one will let me look 
that we give too to the public 
still we're lovin it  
how you're dubbin sh*t 
on the DL,  
you got the newest shit, 
but I can do this sh*t 
and I'm gonna have a fit if you don't quit 
'cause you don't get props, 
so get stops, it annoys me 
when boys be postin' and boastin'  
about the noise we enjoys, gee  
whillickers, still I serves  
my speech to reach you 
and beat a new adversary  
who had me very frustrated 
so I must fade it, invaded,  
plus waited for the attack, 
but I'm fortified with the proper equipment 
to rip shit. Yo, troops we flips it. 
 
[CHORUS:] 
"Where they at? Where they at? Where they at, c'mon."