Boomerang

[Intro: ] This is a journey into sound [Big Pun] You fuckin' with Chris C Dot! Castro [Verse 1: C Dot Castro] Yeah, now let's take it back to the days Back when ain't nobody knew the name Back when they told me I would never make it to the fame Now they hear my flow and straitjack-et cause it's too insane I gave it all I got and it came back just like a mothafuckin' Boomerang Now sit back and watch me as I do my thang The way I spew the flame, it got em' wishin' they could do the same But never that, I could never be never be duplicated As for you to hate it, look at what you created to be, I mutilate it Take a dark room and illuminate it with the way I shine Quick to bust it, but I never rush it, always take my time Yeah, like I stole my own watch Glove box full of tickets cause I just won't stop I'm on the road to riches, and I'm behind the wheel of fortune On my way to son the game just to kill it like an abortion I ain't hot bitch, I be scorchin', I'm the Hip-Hop human torch I went from rappin' on my porch, to blowin' up out of proportion Forcin' MCs, to throw the towel in while I be wildin' Stylin' on bitches got em' smilin', pussy wetter than a island, numbers pilin' But I never dialin', I ain't got the time Cause time is money and I spend it on my rhymes now Life is short so I ain't gettin' any richer Michelangelo-flow bitch, I hope you get the picture Get your mind blown when I spit, I zip clean past you My art goes over their head like the Sistine Chapel I got 'em like "what the fuck" [Intermission 1] "Fuckin' What the fuckin' Fuck Who the Fuck Fuck this fuckin' How did you fuckin' Fucks ... FUCK" [Verse 2: C Dot Castro] My name is Castro Hotter than takin' sh... You know the drill, you know the deal Reppin' the RATTPACK, so you know it's real I'm known to kill, make everyone around me scream Cause Castro rips everything around me, cream Now, rap is my passion never no gats that I'm packing But it's a fact when I'm blasting these raps will have you in caskets Up on the track I spit ratchet cause bitch I mastered this rap shit So sick that they wish that they could catch it But I flip the script on they asses, now That I have proof that the flow is not to be questioned Let’s switch it direction, cause currently there is a recession Of that real shit, that shit that you could feel shit So sit back relax and let me take you on a field trip I’m a nigga with attitude, I stick to my roots Naughty by nature, bring the ruckus like I’m chillin' with Wu I’m on the quest with my tribe to get to the pharcyde But they treat us like outcast, lookin' at Chris crossed-eyed Cause where I’m from it wasn't a common to rap if you ain’t a gansta If you try to bust a rhyme, then them ghetto boys will hate you And they used to mobb deep with techs nines on they side Ain't want no beef I just wanted to share the rhymes I supplied I was an emcee that was light Ain't look like a black star, so when I spit the mos def I was left with a cracked jaw Just a right dude in a wrong place, writing in my room with ice cubes to my scarface Got older, but still wanted to be a kid in play Skipping school like it was cool, rolling Big L's and hitting J's Running wild through the streets with my brothers from the jungle Always ready to rumble, selling 8 balls by the bundle… Public enemies, bone thugs, that would kill you for the hell of it Then I got arrested which affected my development [Intermission 2] Big Pun Rest IN Piece RATTPACK See I bust tables and my homeboy Castro is a... Lyrical motherfucking wordsmith motherfucking genius [Verse 3: C Dot Castro] You see I'm, one of the best to ever do it, yet my crew is next The Rattpack we real all the time, and if you eint knew it yet I’m Castro, one of the coolest dudes you've ever met But that spit is so hot, there ain't no wonder that I’m who they sweat Flow so wet I make your speakers transpire No need for hand outs, I already am flyer Hop on stage, I make the fans throw their hands higher My whole team is hot, boy we call that shit a campfire Now you a damn liar, if you say you ain't kinda impressed Life is a bitch that I be tryna undress So I always strive for the best Ain't graduate, but I put your mind to the test With lyrics so deep that they could make a vampire reflect I be that pretty motherfucker, the one your girl be running to When she be dreaming, fiending, for the day I got her coming true But I ain't the type to go and pipe your ho Just cause she like the flow, although it’s nice to know That I can take her if I wanted to, Castro