[Intro: Reef the Lost Cauze]

Yeah, 5th Element

Reef the Lost Cauze

Let's get it in, my nigga

[Verse 1: Reef the Lost Cauze]

I strike like Iron Eagle, destined to live a life of evil

Professor X when I rep, the flow is type cerebral

Tiger blood keep my eyes a flood with a red tint

In other words, nigga, I'm high off drugs

Fresh J's and my best blade, homie, heed

You couldn't see me on your best day

Dog, I'm on some far coast getting large notes

You little jokes getting hype off a blog post, y'all all jokes

Like comedy skit, I forever rule, my dead brother made me Promise a miss, I ain't trying to get rich

I just wanna splatter beats, cause catastrophe

I was born from the blackest seas

Beat bitch balls masterfully and hit you so hard

You bounce off the wall, fucking landing back on me

The rap you see was inspired by the Shamans

And Damian made your men, they never see your name again

[Chorus: Hex One]

Homie, we abstract

If you rappers don't you think you actin'

Show me you past that

Yo, these crab cats be actin' phony, your ass backwards

In your last track, I can swear you told me you grab gats

We exposed you, that's that

We heard you, homie, we abstract

If you rappers don't you think you actin'

Show me you past that

Yo, these crab cats be actin' phony, your ass backwards

In your last track, I can swear you told me you grab gats

We exposed you, that's that

[Verse 2: Tek-nition]

They say life is a gamble so I'm ballin' my hands on dice

I stand on ice with a vision of Van Gogh sight

A vigorous villain who prance on mics

Position for killin' discussion swift as a Russian sambo strike

Got my fist clenched and you don't wanna hands-on fight

You get French twist and never been to France one night

It's Tek-nition, I write stuff that is hand roll tight

Left and right punches, precise cuts for Rambo's night

Don't get sliced up, I'm an Israeli Navy troop sprayer

Saber two slayer plays a booth a 182 flavors

80 proof drinker, go head to try to take the scrimmage

And watch your face get printed in a daily newspaper

A minotaur slash half reptilian beast

So go and get your gas mask and kneel to a priest

Hexagon'll light this track to a million degrees

And detonate this fucking time bomb with my nigga, show me

[Chorus: Hex One]

Homie, we abstract

If you rappers don't you think you actin'

Show me you past that

Yo, these crab cats be actin' phony, your ass backwards

In your last track, I can swear you told me you grab gats

We exposed you, that's that

We heard you, homie, we abstract

If you rappers don't you think you actin'

Show me you past that

Yo, these crab cats be actin' phony, your ass backwards

In your last track, I can swear you told me you grab gats

We exposed you, that's that

[Verse 3: Hex One]

This supposed map is full of backwards people

Who act deceitful, give you dap and greet you

But rather see your cat, the strap with lethal cats impeach you

You fuckin' fags is see through, I grab the pad and beat your cap

To sleep and never eat, extracted from the rat to reach you

My evil path exceeded you, the way that we attack the track is diesel

For feeble rats who think the rap is equal

My fleet of street assassins practice in the black cathedral

Shackle eager, wack emcees, smack 'em 'til we crack the steeple

I let the MAC delete you and leave you actors with no cast to speak to

Your only plan to react is peaceful

We fold your plan and turn the cap to beef stew, defeat to

You'll ask your dad to hold your hand like you was back in preschool

It ain't no task to eat you, your whole style is ass in fact, it's fecal

The laws of pass will make your trash illegal

You talkin' smack, be careful where the narrow path will lead you

So peep the last release, we about to reenact the sequel

[Interlude: Hex One]

It's Hologramz (Yeah)

We 'bout to bring back the basic on you motherfuckers

Real underground rawness, word

[Chorus: Hex One]

Homie, we abstract

If you rappers don't you think you actin'

Show me you past that

Yo, these crab cats be actin' phony, your ass backwards

In your last track, I can swear you told me you grab gats

We exposed you, that's that

We heard you, homie, we abstract

If you rappers don't you think you actin'

Show me you past that

Yo, these crab cats be actin' phony, your ass backwards

In your last track, I can swear you told me you grab gats

We exposed you, that's that