King Cesar ft. Spiga - “Nonstop”
[Emcee(s): Spiga]
[Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda]

[Verse 1: Spiga]
Lay back, zoning, holding my brain from getting open, throwing
Game in slow-motion so the world could taste the final potion
I was hoping, fervent life of coke and primal stroking
With those in my clique frozen from guns, drugs, and smoking. I pray that
You’re holding it down in Heaven, knowing that your brethren representing
With the brain that you considered a weapon, letting the
Naughty go. I let your shorties know you was the illest, tell ‘em
“No forties though,” tell ‘em, “Never let the Lordy go. Don’t applaud
Me, yo. Just join me.” Rising and climbing, realizing
Through the eyes of Christ, this world is dying [?]
Perfect timing [?] when the sparks come and fly
That you gon’ be the one to die, catch a lullaby
Nullified feeling starts to set like rigor mortis, wondering
Why your thoughts is racing ‘bout as quick as a tortoise. What’s the purpose
For this? [?] furthering forfeit, murdering
Nautical flavors, rocking purple and orange, heard the large man
But scramble, cannibal/cannable like a vegetable when the smartest
Get heartless, exhale and tan a few if they’re edible
Dead a few fools, let a few screws go, drooling rabies
Like Cujo, y’all n***as better know
[Verse 2: Spiga]
Labeled
As a sinner redeemed, sick as a fiend, tickle your dreams
Get in your cream like some feminine genes by any means
If you’re grimy, you’ll find me in the gutter, under a rock
With a boxcutter, praying for the hardrock thugger
Mugging and raping, killing and taking, still in the making
Of a movie, so excuse me for the break-in
So many hating the SP, catch me out in L.I
On any parkway where the bougie wanna test me
Check the dashboard and ask the Lord for forgiveness
While you’re running a buck-sixty [?], son, I keep
The gun, and look who’s coming