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?