Casiola

Song: Casiola

Album: Breathing Without A Pulse

Artist: The Blend

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released December 6, 2011

ref: http://theblendmusic.bandcamp.com/track/casiola-feat-drissola

Don’t say you runnin’ things when you don’t ever run the mic

Gossip in the grain, I heard your girlfriend runs your life

And it dudn’t take a grapevine to see it,

But with you on stage it takes a few drinks to feel it

Matter fact, pass the jack, no chaser

Emcees like you make me wanna hit the mind eraser

B-I-G-B-I-Z,

I been runnin’ through the veins of the game like IV

You got words, you email’em then ya forward’em

I got words and I’ll take’em to your doorstep

Aside from that, what I’m sayin’s what I’m sayin’

And you didn’t hear shit ‘cos this ain’t a conversation

I watch sound engineers balance volume with love and hate

Between a slow kiss and a bruised face

Between a rock band and a fucked up place

Appreciation makes up for the lack of pay

And when it doesn’t, the truth gets questioned

The memory wears the heart empty to a weapon

It’s hard to make the call when Minneapolis doesn’t have the reception

I hung up before the disconnection- on tour

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CHORUS
Rockin’ on that Casio

Rockin’ on that Casio

Rockin’ on that Casio

Rockin’ on that Casio

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(Drissola Verse)

CHORUS

Crack-rock-smack talk you couldn’t back-up

Na homie, I don’t slang it, but I do crack rocks

You’re takin’ steps, but they ain’t in my direction

I’ll leave your crew more black and blue than Cadillac Records

So for the record while you’re singin’ “hands up”

I’ll be pissin’ on a parkin’ ticket while I smack cops

You don’t want a confrontation so you peaceful protest it

As I put the Molotov cocktail in your agenda

Yeah, your arm-chair’s liberal

I ain’t even got an arm chair in my living room

Get your goons, tell’em that the smoke break’s over

And I’ll give your job back when ya spend a day sober

This ain’t amateur hour, this is bar closin’

This ain’t your average Joe, this is the King Cobra

I run this Starship, you can tell your people

If they have any questions they can take it up with Johnny Rico

Got my enemies closer than two degrees

Told the chief if he needs back-up then he can google me

Now, you know enough to flush it through the gossip

Get back to work and get the hell out of my office

CHORUS