Lyrical Breakdown of Caught, Can We Get A Witness? - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Caught, now in court 'cause I stole a beat

This is a sampling sport

But I'm giving it a new name

What you hear is mine

P.E. you know the time

Now, what in the heaven does a jury know about hell

If I took it, but but they just look at me

Like, Hey I'm on a mission

I'm talkin' 'bout conditions

Ain't right sittin' like dynamite

Gonna blow you up and it just might

Blow up the bench and

Judge, the courtroom plus I gotta mention

This court is dismissed when I grab the mike

Yo Flave... What is this?

Get hyped, c'mon we gotta

Gather around - gotcha

Mail from the courts and jail

Claims I stole the beats that I rail

Look at how I'm livin' like

And they're gonna check the mike, right? - Sike

Look at how I'm livin' now, lower than low

What a sucker know

I found this mineral that I call a beat

I paid zero

I packed my load 'cause it's better than gold

People don't ask the price, but its sold

They say that I sample, but they should

Sample this my bit bull

We ain't goin' for this

They say that I stole this

Can I get a witness?

Understand where we're goin

Then listen to this, plus my Roland

Comin' from way down below

Rebound c'mon boost up the stereo

Snakes in the morning

Wake up, scared afraid of my warning

They claim that I'm violent

Now I choose to be silent

Can I get a witness?

C'mon get wit' it

Something ain't right, I got to admit it

Made me mad when I was on tour

That I declared war on black radio

They say that I planned this

On the radio most of you will demand this

Won't be on a playlist

Bust the way that I say this: No Sell Out

You singers are spineless

As you sing your senseless songs to the mindless

Your general subject love is minimal

Its sex for profit

Scream that I sample

For example, Tom you ran to the federal

Court in U.S. it don't mean you

Yeah, 'cause they fronted on you

The posses ready, Terminator X yes he's ready

The S1Ws, Griff are you ready?

They say that I stole this

I rebel with a raised fist, can we get a witness?