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by Cello Figaro

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Weekly series by Cello Kid, includes music/photo/videos leading up to the completion of "H.E.R. & Other Drugs"

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released November 11, 2011

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Cello Figaro Virginia Beach

Cello Figaro is an Alternative-Hip Hop artist/producer/songwriter currently residing in Virginia Beach, VA.

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Track Name: Totes & Timbs
(chorus)

Tote gang, Timbs on
who y'all kidding I been grown
y'all on shit I been on
cant see me, got tints on

Tote gang, Timbs on
lames telling me they off that
that's exactly why i put it on
cuz you ain't got the balls to rock that

(verse 1)

I'm an impulse buyer, if i want it i need that
fresh outta rehab, went to the mall and had relapse
sky got the tote bag, i left with about four bags
now i got hella stickers in my pocket, and my kicks so fly man i call em rockets
tryna stay with that romain, good green like romance
pay me with that frozen turf, i'm talking bout cold cash
no haircut in 4 months, passed up on bout 4 blunts
passed up on bout 4 sluts, going ham and various cold cuts
trucker on my nappy head, wayfarers on my lazy eye
all black with some Timbs on, i should be repping that westide
i ain't trendy, I'm a trendsetter
y'all don't know what to do with that
and making money cant be a trend
cuz everybody ain't doing that


(chorus)

Tote gang, Timbs on
who y'all kidding I been grown
y'all on shit I been on
cant see me, got tints on

Tote gang, Timbs on
lames telling me they off that
that's exactly why i put it on
cuz you ain't got the balls to rock that

(verse 2)

I'm an impulse buyer, if i see it i need that
fresh outta rehab, went to the mall and had a relapse
haters, getting towed away
saw y'all lames in the store today
u ain't fly carry on,
Tote bag for my carry on
I'm Minneapolis kid,
tryna get head from twins call it metro dome
your girl stay at my crib
and she always let me beat like a metronome
never been about backpacks, polo boots i been off that
rhyme book in my tote, no scuffs on my Timberlands
and i'll never trust a nigga that's telling me real talk
real spit, the real walk what they talk..real talk
and niggas ain't walking far but they running they lips
bout how they running the game, but they ain't taking the trips
that i just took on the plane, when i was out in the states
tryna get on my flight, with patron by the case
when i was in and out of this world, in out of your girl
Track Name: Lord Knows
killin these rappers with pen
i do it with every sentence
and i will never be seeing the pen
i'll never do a sentene
winning the race, not even peddling
music u peddling, make u irrelevant
stop all that meddlin, flow like a veteran
angle flow yea it is heaven sent
taken u rappers through hell again
this is the shit i get busy on
just blazin a drizzy on
this is the kid that you should be on
this is the way to go, turn off your radio
future hall of famer without the bull
like it was 1984
Got dang, lord knows, war flows
good lord, have mercy im a motherfuckin beast
I been working i been grindin i been on my feet
aint just been kickin it so i will never know dee feet
broke college student, looking like he passed Go
I'm the shit, it's only right that i'm an asshole
niggas used to tell me to get a feature for my beats
only feature i need is one in a magazine
they couldn't feel my vibe i was too xl for two xxl
wish me well to my face when i'm gone they wish i fail
told em not to hold their breathe, now they waiting to exhale
classic like whitney houston before she knew how to inhale
words are worth a lot so if i dropped a dime who could tell
the weight of my rhymes explode in my mind like a bazooka shell
Lord knows all, Lord knows all
like he sitting courtside Lord knows I ball
got an angel on my side Lord knows I called
Lord got good taste, that angel got good face
my whole career is payback, too all the niggas wayback
that tried to kill my dreams of riding maybachs
felt they were du to rag on me like i aint have my waves back
now i'm ridin through the tide like louisiana state cats
all my so called peers sit and cheer like cello thats hot
you always on my nuts, you just like a mascot
sippin on something thats spanish
plottin on something thats haneous
now i'm kissing on smoething thats spanish
i should brush up on my spanglish
rockin that sky welkin on my stair way to heaven
preaching to a choir technically i a reverend
in a world where a day job is a death sentence
cuz every girl is now a model since they dress different
she look like a star but only on facebook, only on facebook, only faebook
these rappers going on hard but only on twitter, only twitter, i can't fuck with ya
drizzy voice (you know me well nigga)
stomping all on the beat, screaming 12 nigga
every venue I'm at, every stage i be killin
and i'm flossing while i do it, i dont need a filling
i aint see you at the party damn cello where did you go
me and sky were having dinner with chad hugo
sorry if i missed it, see thats what i call a loop hole
respect the cardinal rules get on your pujol
old fans telling me they want another forget me not
old haters telling me damn they love my new flow
Lord knows that i can't please everybody
i'm actin different, i'm denzeling my new role
good Lord