Conejo Endangered Species
When I first got on, nothing really was there
The ones that had done it, no longer could run it
It's not ah diss, there was ah new generation
Knocking at the door, with that gat conversation
Trouble follow, tips were hollow
Ese young bald high homie speaking in calo
Es cuando caigo, with that City f Angels
If front of thee Impala sweating down at her ankle
My underground buzz when I cross state lines
Everyone had ah spot I was securing mine
It was certain, Angel of Death had arrived
And I ain't going out I was built to survive
C Loco strive, to be amongst thee elite
But all that I seen, was hate and deceit
They gave ah title, and ah category
Some felt the same, said they wasn't the same
Endangered species, their recounting events
About the music that we making what it represents
The supplement, to what you already know
Hystoricaly they facts, homie showing you broke
Endangered species, is what they call me
I'm ah all time gangsta with the Sub Machine Tommy
Nothing call me, I'm about to go off
Isn't that what they expect from C Loco the boss
The time's changing, some have come and gone
I've calabred with the best legendary songs
An achievement, ah piece of work
And at the same f..cking time I was doing my dirt
Come yo, that's something hard to find
Ah boy from the blocks street state of mind
I been signed to myself, ah couple ah times
Top lyrical assassin when I'm on my grind
I'm your number one pick even though we at arms
And everything I do is in the hand of the Gods
My intent, they know it all
For one of us to make it have ah plack on their wall
I've hit up walls, with role calls of names
I wanna cut ah record, and feed you the same
All my homeboys, in this thing of ours
Reunited for ah cause, thank you for thee applause
Endangered species, their recounting events
About the music that we making what it represents
The supplement, to what you already know
Hystoricaly they facts, homie showing you broke
Endangered species, is what they call me
I'm ah all time gangsta with the Sub Machine Tommy
Nothing call me, I'm about to go off
Isn't that what they expect from C Loco the boss
They memorize my lies, they like what they hear
I put the pedal to the metal when I talk about fear
No sleep though, cus papers calling
They ain't on my level so the sales keep falling
I proceed, to smoke my spliff
West Side low bottom's on some gangster shit
I make noise, it's like I'm dead and alive
Ese nowhere to be seen but I open your eyes
Over the stove, ese the crack is cooking
Two dead bodies from the disco shootings
Soul tooken, as the story unfolds
Ese everything that glitter rain made of gold
In this concrete jungle, need stamina
Cus C Rock lethal and he'll damage ya
They say I'm lost, but I beg to difference
Seven albums last year, through was come through swifter
Endangered species, their recounting events
About the music that we making what it represents
The supplement, to what you already know
Hystoricaly they facts, homie showing you broke
Endangered species, is what they call me
I'm ah all time gangsta with the Sub Machine Tommy
Nothing call me, I'm about to go off
Isn't that what they expect from C Loco the boss
