"Degrees"

Rasheed Chappell

Verse

I'm cold blooded
Old hunnids I still fold 'em
Peel onions
Bake pies we brick oven
Taught game
Home schooled by old gunners
Black Gods
Ansars and road runners
Slugs and prayer rugs
Know Halal Haram
The Mosque Qu'Ran
Dons the cons
I know 'em all
The laws of power
Know the god's degree
The B's the C's, D's
And the triple O.G.'s
I was raised on a block
Where the rock got chipped off
Lift off
When the flame hit the glass pipe
Flash ice
Get your head taken clean off
Seem soft
Fuck around get your lunch took
Crooks I ran with 'em
Still I stand with 'em
Hoes we expose
And of course I ran in 'em
A man of honor
Certain code I would die for
The hawks out
Lickin' shots like July fourth
Would fry for
All my niggas 'fore I point fingers
Before I turn state
Before I start singing
My acapellas is Rockefeller
They worth gold
Hold scriptures in my cerebellum
The book of Eli in Levi's
My Timbs unlaced
My LP's LB's
My pen push weight
The Don Cornel
Superfly Ron O'Neal
This is high science
I record in a lab coat
My dope digital
Streamed and download
I came to conquer
And i'm sponsored by a gunshot
Bang bang the chain hang
And charm glow
Like King Tut
And my mind's like a BRINKS truck
And every night's like a highlight reel
I'm where the cameras at
Out in Dubai riding camelback
This for Miramax
Made for the big screen
My lines measured
Weighed on a triple beam
Narcotic
See me stunting' on the red carpet
Narcs watch keep the funds untraced
With God's grace
Manipulate sounds and shapes
With the cadence of a razor blade
Cuttin' through flake
Now bag up


O.C.

Verse

Ugh
Along side the young God
We call him R-A
S-H double E D
When one's done the other's in snipe mode
Kill shot with the venom top hand
Designed for extreme long range operations
Bussin's my occupation
Verbal carnage
Step up to either step to the challenge
Or back down bow or pay homage
Talkin'
Literal or physical
Word for word verbatim
No denyin' this fly shit
For your fitted
Picture
Mitchell & Ness along side Stall & Dean
Parading through these streets
Like the Gras in New Orleans
Back biters have a whole lot to say
Till you confront 'em
When I ask
What's the problem tough stares
Turn to soft looks
Brings out the other side of Mush
Flashbacks with the hoodie on
Committing a juxx
Yeah my past inequities
I consider human rights violations
When I dwell back
Fast forward 23 years later
They calling me an unsung rap icon
But them titles
I ignore 'em
Beginning
In '85 when I first heard The Show
By the Get Fresh Crew
Decided this is where my path goes
Green lit by the Kane
Far as rap goes
Cadence rhythm technique
Came natural
Landscapes of NY became my canvas
For me to paint pictures
Evoke scripture
Cult following like the flick Pulp Fiction
The syllables my name spell out
Gives you a detailed description
Involves mind body and spirit
What you hear and what you seeing in the flesh
Is true to form
It's no smoke and mirrors
If you confused take a sec
To clear your head and get your bearings
The VVS1 thoughts
I magnify clarity and higher grade
Narratives another format
Elite status
Wove by the silk fabric
When that mic clicked on
I get belligerent magnifico
A modern day initiatives
To make sure
Y'all hit rewind
Just in case you niggas missed something