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Young Caesar, the crowd-pleaser, the town leader in a round theater

When the town need it most you assassinate my character with all the shit that

you say

Et tu, Brute?

Stabbed in the back, touche, threw your shade

But they wrote plays about me, named me after the fade

You toupee, you e-willy, we do say

You must be silly thinking he do yay

They knew the name

They knew he could spit him some game

Let him refrain, but sippin' Rem' on a train

Got a limp need to get him a cane, you couldn’t sit

Shit let alone live in this lane

Young Hovito he a sensei

I’m Tito Puente mixed with Big Daddy Kane

Do it for the couple cents made getting my rent paid

And mi gente that’s how we living these days

Notes, quotes, everything I wrote

The whole scope, the pope, ordinary folk

Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat

Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached

Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid

(Wiki got it coming this year)

Notes, quotes, everything I wrote

The whole scope, the pope, ordinary folk

Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat

Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached

Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid

(Wiki got it coming this year)

There’s some ugly motherfuckers in here

See the rooster on my chest?

I’m cocky

You know Papi Chulo, her culo got me obsessed

A raunchy honky menudo

Hardly flossy you could taunt me but what the fuck do you know

Kudos?

Nah, I need blue notes

My Jew bro taught me to be frugal

Blew hella loot on the brew though

You see the price, you had to concede to lead a peaceful life

Jesus Christ

Will it be he that reads my rights?

Will I see the light?

This will make it hard to sleep at night

I just keep it tight, keep going

Ain’t no knowing, just some cheap advice I’m giving

What’s the piece I’m getting of the fucking stream subscription

But I need it just as much as you need to listen

While I keep pretending that I make a decent living

I’m in the streets drinkin or in the sheets hitting them cheeks stinkin

Notes, quotes, everything I wrote

The whole scope, the pope, ordinary folk

Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat

Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached

Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid

(Wiki got it coming this year)

Notes, quotes, everything I wrote

The whole scope, the pope, ordinary folk

Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat

Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached

Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid

(Wiki got it coming this year)

What the fuck do you know

What the fuck do you know

Young Caesar

I’m in the streets

What the fuck do you know

Young Caesar, the crowd pleaser