Breach & Clear

[Verse 1] Knock, knock, guess who's at your front door It's Kasland in a fashion that will make them want more Waiting for the perfect time to hit the road up on tour And let this whole entire nation find out what I've come for See I'm ripping it a bit different Take the weight of this shit start lifting it So gifted and I'm slipping in The window with a fully loaded clip and shit I'm mister ehh don't talk of that I'm pissed that it won't shift a cent So listen with an open mind This shit don't stink get a whiff of it Don't get mad I'm hoping that One day this shit will show me back To the ropes and crap when I overlap Take another can of whoop ass open that I'm broke and happen to be The reason Nickelodeon just says no to rap But I'm over that, ok no I'm not Nickelodeon don't you hold me back Woah was that what I think it was Another shot down I need to stop drinking cause Every time I do I speak and fuss Had a couple Beam and cokes now I think I'm buzzed I'm weak and plus I'm a little on edge But I guess that's just what the weekend does Then I came up slow, became the most hated rapper In the underground and the reason was [Hook] I cover left, I cover right A cause of stress, not one in sight I clench my fists, prepare to fight I'm coming in overnight and then I breach and Clear, bust these doors down I'm in, they don't want me Near cause I'm coming for the win, and then I breach and Clear feel the changing of the wind, nothing left to Fear just a matter now of when, it's time to breach and clear [Verse 2] Clear my mind of every little thing That kept me from going and pursuing my dream And push things forward, keep doing my thing Until the fans go nuts as soon as I'm seen Been stuck in the dark for so damn long That I started contemplating suicide see I say I'm ok, but I could be psycho So which one is it? You decide G It seems these days little underground Rappers try so hard to be just like me They change their hair and the way they dress This could be the beginning of what might be The new generation of a problem from the year Two thousand and why it's hard to come by me So will the real Kasland please stand up As I stomp on all the fake ones I see It's my uprising so hop on board Or be left behind, the choice is yours Been screaming out my pain on this mic for years So pardon me y'all if my voice is hoarse If no one pays attention this time around Then Imma keep making noise of course And if you don't like it then you can eat shit And then go commit Rolls Royce's doors Boys and whores it's about that time To show the whole damn world that I'm out my mind Call TMZ, introduce myself Say we're about to get to know each other now that I'm Coming up in the game spitting so damn raw All these people want to know is how did I find The time to develop all of my skills Then turn it into something that could sound that fine [Hook] [Verse 3] Pass out at night, get wild, and wake up In a strange place the following morning and discuss this Blackout problem that I'm having with my doc After last being seen late boarding a bus with A bunch of groupie girls trying to get with me But y'all are all too damn boring to touch this So back to my cell, flip my manager off As I crawl in bed with Victoria Justice I do what I want, don't tuck my tail Stay real and be me no matter what I sell If I ever start slipping, end up in jail Keep some money on the side just to front my bail This rap is all I know, give me one mic, nail This track so ready up Imma come by hail Gave it all my focus and walked out of school Screaming I don't really give a flying fuck, I fail [Hook]