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Get Back! Rafael Casal just dropped this new video off his latest FREE EP, Monster (available in the Thizzler Record Store for $0.00). Directed by Eddie Ringer, featuring Phonetic One. Hit the jump and/or the official YouTube page for the lyrics!

INTRO
Will you please spit me something? (x3)


VERSE
smooth operator
peruse news and debate ya 
introducing the creator
to prove that i am greater
new imitators
are brew bout everyday
and they amuse but are made
to be chewed and spit up haters
while i drive round the boons
in coupes and winnebagos
in view of the crews who are loonier than than the tunes
while i cruise with the bakers
true, business suits they don't do, don't be confused these are proven movers and shakers
who brew and grew something they known to do in jamaica
that'll get you coo, to the altitude of Himalayas
i roll with a pair a' troopers my crew some aviators
parachutin for a view of the terrain of the game
so they don't get the noose please excuse the Hussein
I'm the muse too super to every be luis lane'd
but in Lou of what's true i grew too mundane
so insane i became and recruited you to my brain

CHORUS
(As soon as the)
Beats be on
turn it up a little
everybody go put your work in the middle

What a spitta (x4)

(As soon as the)
Beats be on
turn it up a little
everybody go put your work in the middle

What a spitta (x4)

VERSE 
somewhere between the guns and the funds
I'm living it on the run
ponderin all the things i've done
and wondering what i will become
comin from hoodies coverin my cranium like im a nun 
there's no escapin gettin dumb represent the place where im from
the bay's a UFO im the alien
'nother creature 
comin from the mother planet
in stranded so ima eat ya
i have landed crashed through the atmosphere 
of non believers
hi jackin on random speakers and reachin them avid readers
the track they lay me on, i tap like savion
ta small shit talk i bring beef back fillet minion
the crayon to shade whatever color the bay be on
where are the wheels(tires) are mayonnaise you might as well say dijon 
but im blue like a morrison pupil
when i do a few pills, that kill my bills like Um' will
so to get a new thrill, i scribble new ill
then throw it on a beat 
so creep it gives me goosechills
dude

CHORUS
(As soon as the)
Beats be on
turn it up a little
everybody go put your work in the middle

What a spitta (x4)

(As soon as the)
Beats be on
turn it up a little
everybody go put your work in the middle

What a spitta (x4)

VERSE
I sit back with a pad and a pencil
to blend my mental
with the mad instrumental
to open a mental window
and send you
a vivid sentimental sensual signal
like a lyrical miracle 
meant to deliver you to your center 
within a
minute of spitting
its your mind that you vented
teaching you fine til your mentored
burning your spine to a cinder 
bending your spine til its in-turned
like the hunchback of notre dame
leave your spirit numb like Novocain
with word play to hold your brain
inside my palm
dialogue's
atomic bomb
vietnam
lyrics so visual I bet you could almost see the song
we become leaders on
so many levels
but my domain is a kingdom 
built on beats rhymes and treble
take my time
never step to the realm half hazardly 
spit the verbal mastery
to overcome and master beats
I can shoot the breeze and spit the wind
either way, you're sick
but if ya
don't get the drift
just sit and listen to me spit

CHORUS
(As soon as the)
Beats be on
turn it up a little
everybody go put your work in the middle

What a spitta (x4)

(As soon as the)
Beats be on
turn it up a little
everybody go put your work in the middle

What a spitta (x4)