King Cesar ft. Kong, Gabarah, Jaiquan, Spiga, King Cesar, Kamackeris, and Don P - “Biscuit Mentality”
[Emcee(s): Kong, Gabarah, Jaiquan, Spiga, King Cesar, and Kamackeris]
[Producer(s): Organik Poisons (X-Ray Da Mindbenda, DJ Bazooka Joe, and Johnny Cement)]
[Hook: Don P]
[Hook: Don P]
We grew up with the biscuit mentality
It’s like we’re dishing out straight brutality
This is reality, you might end up a casualty
It’s bloody war outside, that ain’t a fallacy
A lot of cats be living like they’re in a fantasy
Thinking they’re thugs ‘cause they mix Alize with Hennessey
We stack the papers, so we gotta keep the currency
‘Cause I’ma never have the next man running me
[Verse 1: Kong]
N***as
Heard of me, tried, said, “Word” to me a lot
Gave me the ability to serve beef with fries
Verbally, I seen the future, Kong’s alive, we live
You n***as murdering come with a charge
God rest my mom’s soul. For my father, I
Got it, pops, keep it lowkey like I bought a lock
I got it locked down like cops surrounding the block
When SWAT ate a five-fourth when it’s hot
[Verse 2: Gabarah]
Gargantuan, heart barbarian
Seen the footprints when God had to carry him
There’s no fear in him, squares tried scaring him
Calm as a Rastafarian in an aquarium
Since the Partridge family, enough game to keep
A cartridge handy, spark candlelit dark brandy
Pass it to a n***a right next to you
Incredible, stuck in the 90s like Special Brew
[Hook: Don P]
We grew up with the biscuit mentality
It’s like we’re dishing out straight brutality
This is reality, you might end up a casualty
It’s bloody war outside, that ain’t a fallacy
A lot of cats be living like they’re in a fantasy
Thinking they’re thugs ‘cause they mix Alize with Hennessey
We stack the papers, so we gotta keep the currency
‘Cause I’ma never have the next man running me
[Verse 3: Jaiquan]
Gemstar samurais. Can y’all analyze?
Excess drug abuse, violence glamourized
I’m still trying to go from zero to winner
Cold nights in Brownsville, eating heroes for dinner
Blowing weed in the night sky, trying to kill an order
‘Cause beat cops is outside, they gotta fill their quota
It’s havoc on the set. We’re rapping for respect, and I’m
Quick to suplex a wack rapper on his neck
[Verse 4: Spiga]
Never
Loved another other than mother, sister, and brother. Sometimes
My father when he bothered to father another. You tugged
The strings on the heart of a soldier for real
The love is deep slugs that rest by cold steel
Who knows the real? Told you I hear the voice of the dead
Exposed to feel love in the midst of Judge Dredd
A thug dead, and, living as such, you think differently
I got a list of injuries I’m serving, kid—remember me?
[Hook: Don P]
We grew up with the biscuit mentality
It’s like we’re dishing out straight brutality
This is reality, you might end up a casualty
It’s bloody war outside, that ain’t a fallacy
A lot of cats be living like they’re in a fantasy
Thinking they’re thugs ‘cause they mix Alize with Hennessey
We stack the papers, so we gotta keep the currency
‘Cause I’ma never have the next man running me
[Verse 5: King Cesar]
Yeah, yo
Give me mine ‘fore I take it with the quick-fast
Neck up in the brace, diagnosed with the whiplash
I do mines on the low with the ill squad
Not a façade, little n***as best to chill, god
I got weapons that I keep in a gold case
Special bullets that’ll take off your whole face
I’m so laced, buying biscuits by the whole case
Open your mouth so you can see how my steel taste
[Verse 6: Kamackeris]
You know what it is, you know how we do
What you’re hearing now soul sound from a Hebrew
No, he know to really give a damn
Kick some funny shit, then my fam going ham
On some realness, we’re here to have fun with it
One verse or two, then we’re done with it
So come with it. Still drop dimes, and what
We carry weight, n***a, nine double-Ms
[Hook: Don P]
We grew up with the biscuit mentality
It’s like we’re dishing out straight brutality
This is reality, you might end up a casualty
It’s bloody war outside, that ain’t a fallacy
A lot of cats be living like they’re in a fantasy
Thinking they’re thugs ‘cause they mix Alize with Hennessey
We stack the papers, so we gotta keep the currency
‘Cause I’ma never have the next man running me
