Cat Food flip on Aesop Rocks Cat Food instrumental

Point him to the saucer and I dip like it’s cat food
Annoying how I stick and I poke like a tattoo
You ain’t even real, nothin that you spit is factual
they cryin in the bathroom like I’m the fuckin asshole 
Instead of bein soft you can say that Im dope
But they only open up their mouth for dick to smoke
It was written in the stars, baby check my horoscope
I was doing bad shit they had learnin in the portables
Sitting on the porch, thinkin this life is beautiful 
Talkin to the quetzal, cleanin up my cuticles 
Red headed step child, what a life will do to you 
but is it truly beautiful or teetering or horrible 
They don’t fuckin get it
It used to be depressin
Now I keep it hidden
Like the money in the dresser

Got a foot up on they neck and I’m not gonna let up
End it quicker then they did Chris brown in step up
Hit a smooth lick homie thought it was a set up
It was all yours truly the microphone checka 

My notices are off
Their motives are wrong
every idiots convinced 
he’s a living savant 
she said “babe you look stressed”
I said I’m workin a lot
I turned a back rub in to 
her jerkin me off
And then i put it in a song
thats me stirring the pot
Tell me what’s a prophet 
When you’re dealing with god?
An “independent” rapper 
Still livin with his mom
Everybody feels unique 
because it hurts to be a cog
I’m Diogenes meaning
I’m a man of the dogs 
By now I know the locals
Went and turned this shit off
It’s like they write their songs
To appeal to tik Tok
Say they from the block 
they more like Rick Ross

They hope the mixing and mastering distracts from the pageantry
Motherfucker I’m deep
Like my name is sandy cheeks
I’m usher “can you handle it?”
They turn into a pacifist
I smile their way and
Turn their handshakes into hamfists
They searching for some confidence
I’m searching for the amulet
I’m foraging for mushrooms 
I use em as a sacrament  
I don’t get mad;
I used to be a rap kid
I remember the day it went
From substance to fashion 
All the hiphoppers woke up 
Like “what happened”
Switched up the style
Making fun of indie rappers
They say my name quiet
Like they’re saying a bad word
A dirty mother fucker
I belong in the hamper 

Bad mother fucker go and put it on my wallet
I’m nuts and I’m sweet like a watchamacallit 
I find it easy to be real in a land of the imposters 
They will suck a dick for a couple of dollars
Do the type of shit to make you tell they mama on em
I mind my business roll and smoke my marijuana
smoke around the kids I’m living like a rasta 
I like my cheese on top of my pasta
nobody really knows if I’m rappin or talkin
If any rapper wants to step I will get him to walking
I wake up every morning in a satin lined coffin
look into the mirror start unpacking my problems
Like “good god damn that’s a handsome monster”
I’m the only person that don’t make me feel awkward 

Oooh damn I should let breathe
Wait that don’t even sound like me

So ima keep it pushin like a cushion full of push pins 
These rappers act hard when they as soft as pussy 
They only make music when every bodies looking
Think it makes you dope to slap your name across a hoodie 

I’ve been doing this since before you even thought of it 
I seen the rise and fall of plenty of conglomerates 
I play with the blackball because I keep it honest 
I do this for me and that’s what hip hop is

Homie you are not shit
Neither am I
Took a sip from the cauldron
And looked to the sky 
Homie you are not shit
Neither am I 
Took a swig from the cauldron
And flew into the sky

Cat Food

Be about it

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Certified - Authentic

Wake up! The time is now. Will you stand for evil or will you stand for whats right? The choice is yours...

Beat name: Crisis - made by unknown (sorry it was an old file in free beats I had)

Wake Up

Beat by abidONthebeat
1st verse EA
2nd verse 9-5
3rd Verse Toke-O


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Acoustic cover of One Day by Matisyahu and Bob Marley's No Woman No Cry. Transposed and redone. Enjoy.

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Born and raised in Tucson, AZ. I grew up listenin to a lot of westcoast music, but I listen to any rap with good lyrics, and really like music of all genres. I make music from the heart with integrity, and be real with everything I do. At the end of the day I got a family and bills to pay, so I make music for fun with a couple programs, a computer and mic. If it goes somewhere dope, and if not...oh well lol Check me out! Thanks 4 listening.

Wake Up

Toke-O

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