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After The Tone 2

by Troy Cakeman

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1.
Welcome Back 01:43
My doctor says its stress, Pastor says its demons/ Still searching for a reason why the f*** I’m not sleeping/ Late night creepin’, grindin’ while you’re dreaming/ These trees put me at ease, ain’t feigning but I need it/ My girl say she loves me but she’s leaving/ Break-ups to Make-ups, history is repeating/ Paying for my player past/ ‘Cuz in this game of love, there’s no credit you always gotta pay in cash/ Lord knows if I could I’d take it back/ Time heals all so for now Imma make a rap/ Made some new friends, lost some along the way/ And if they’re still hating then f*** is all I gotta say/ Cry me a river, you’re Charmin soft, need bigger tissues/ Got bigger issues, need bigger blunts & bigger pistols/ Same n***** in your corner saying they’re official/ They same ones that be schemin’ & plotting to get you/ Nothing last forever, I learned that the hard way/ Young n***** running s*** like Shaq & Penny Hardaway/ Lesson is priceless, like the smile on my daughters’ face/ Haters try to pull your card & it ain’t even Father’s Day/ What a tangled web we weave with these women we deceive/ In the end all I need is this music & some weed/ Gift & the curse I’ve been given since birth/ I’ve been blessed with the power of the verse/ You’re welcome, Two
2.
Legendary 04:33
(Verse 1) I was taught that the fake fail & trill triumph/ Been going hard since ‘88, Dez Bryant/ A rap giant, trap tyrant, black lion/ Just pray when Babylon burns I’m headed to Zion/ Haters who speak in defiance, secretly seek an alliance/ Better have your tool & I ain’t speaking Home Depot appliance/ See this for all the hatred you’re speaking in silence/ Bastard you better be quiet, don’t want it to lead to violence/ I spit it realer, you see it clearer than Blu-Ray/ Don’t neglect it, just respect it when you see me just say touché/ Be hustlin’ all night like street walkers on Guadalupe/ Someone tell these thirsty hoes that my name ain’t Bobby Boucher/ For future reference better keep the peace or keep a piece/ N***** don’t want beef, they better be discreet or be deceased/ Death to my adversaries, murder when necessary/ No love in February, Nat Gang Legendary/ (Hook) Repeat 2 xs Nat Gang legendary/ Will they cry for my demise on the day I’m buried? / This for the crown, all that bullshit secondary/ Nat Gang, K.M.G., Troy Cake legendary/ (Verse 2) If its beef then imma handle it, rid the game of containments/ Dopest flow with no manuscript, search & destroy, I’m cancerous/ Lost both my grandfathers to that cancer s***/ Shout out to nine seven nine & two five six/ Never get rid of me, spit first consistently/ Recite bars religiously, n***** lying habitually/ I swear these n***** washed up like the kitchen sink/ Wanna be frienemies? gotta be kidding me/ Ain’t shooters they just foolish, spread rumors thru computers/ I’m the teacher, you’re a student/ Pay homage to your tutor/ So bow down, got the crown now, supreme ruler/ I think you’re sweet, you’re Princess Peach, I’m King Koopa/ No pen & pad, left, right, I just jabbed you up/ You’re feeling bad? You get Trinidad or Zab Judah’d/ You know the flow so sick, admit you just threw up/ Jesus to a Judas, what’s a Caesar to a Brutus? / (Hook) Repeat 2 xs (Verse 3) Greatness takes patience, know y’all been waiting, I’ve been gone/ No need to thank me but quite frankly I’m pissed off/ This sounds like the perfect beat to vent on/ You dumb f****, two girls, one cup, get s****** on/ Feel the flames, I’m Lebron James, this my second ring/ The names Cake but ain’t s*** sweet, no Krispy Kreme/ Started doing local shows, now I’m known across the globe/ Venice beach, Poconos, worldwide, boats & hoes/ Got everything we need, spark tree, now we’re lifted/ Been rocking so much Polo that they call me Sea Biscuit/ Welcome to part two, volume three coming soon/ Handsome n****, buck tooth, I hip-hop like a bunny do/ The rappers lack influence, streets know I really do it/ You really call that music? I find it rather amusing/ Overseas they notice me for my poetry/ Needless to say I’m in this b**** like some ovaries/ Flow like menstrual, no pencil, vocab like word scramble/ Legendary, I run this town like Earl Campbell/ Got this rapping perfected, deep in the heart of Texas/ Tell ‘em the king back, Mufasa resurrected/ (Hook) Repeat 2x
3.
979 03:07
Use to heat grandma’s house with a gas floor heater/ Now I’m looking at the world thru this glass in my four seater/ Went straight to the Benz passed on the Lexus/ Who woulda thought, I’m just a poor kid from Calvert Texas/ Not too far from where they picked cotton/ Not too many options, n***** trying to make a profit/ In need of an assist, where is John Stockton? / Now I’m back up on my bulls****, Dennis Rodman/ N***** steady plottin’, steady mobbin’, gotta watch ‘em/ No Batman, but on dark nights, they got the robbin’/ See me ridin’ in that Bruce Wayne/ Cool with the fives, affiliated with that blue flame/ Now I’m just kicking it like Liu Kang/ Slave to the money, woulda thought they called me two chains/ 2006, got famous off the internet/ Now I stay fly like my girl works for InterJet/ Women, Weed & Weather, go West like Fivel/ I’m from the South where women thicker than The Bible/ Get a ticket, pack your luggage, heard Virginia is for lovers/ Let’s catch a flight to Dulles, only Heaven is above us/ Shout out to my ESE’s they know I’m bout my feria/ Money growing like my beard, watch from Saudi Arabia/ Young n**** do your homework I’m The Talk of the Tone/ Smoking on that homegrown, I be getting hella blown/ You lames couldn’t understand, I’ll be your Rosetta Stone/ No time for the back & forth, leave that to the metronome/ Tell these n***** that the truth is back/ Real eyes, realize, real lies, see the truth in that? / That Uzi too big, give me too glocks S.T.A.T/ Baby momma named Brenda, n**** Tupac back/ Said that Uzi too big, give me two glocks S.T.A.T/ Baby momma named Brenda, N**** Tupac back/
4.
I don’t usually do this but tonight I’m feeling different/ I’m posted at the bar I spot this cutie from a distance/ Flower in her hair like a Bettie Page centerfold/ She’s a dime like a Tony Parker pick & roll/ I send her vibes, she sends ‘em back, that’s a give & go/ Black & Mild, smokes signals like a Seminole/ Excuse my French but she’s a bad b****/ So bad, body inked up like a notepad/ Lips a little black, she must smoke a lot of weed/ S*** that’s alright with me, you know I’m always climbing trees/ Plus you know I got a fetish for glasses/ & you know I like them girls that be thicker than molasses/ Say she got a little baggage, I ain’t even bother asking/ Got her addy plus her number told her we could make it happen/ Be a fool if I didn’t, got a man but he be b****in’/ Told her shawty I ain’t trippin’, spark that weed up let’s get lifted/ (Hook) If I ask her what she’s doing, she’ll say thinking ‘bout you/ Ask her what she wanna do & she just tells me come thru/ I like blunts, she likes doobies/ Chillin’, watching movies/ Na homie, I ain’t hittin’ it/ Me & shawty just kickin’ it/ Chun Li/ Yup Yup/ I call her Chun Li/ Yup Yup/ She got a man but he’s lame, he be playing them games/ Come kick it when a real n**** when you’re ready for a change/ (Verse 2) Her smile was distorted, I knew it was important/ Her man didn’t want it, hit the clinic, she aborted/ With a sigh I retorted, with a text she reported/ But of course he ignored it, down her cheek tears were pouring/ I told her thru the storm she could weather/ Would take his place but I’m probably no better/ But I can be a shoulder to cry on/ Just let him go & let bygones be bygones/ Reminds me of a story Mike told me/ This dude loved this girl but she didn’t like homie/ Sometimes it seems that we feign for what we don’t need/ We drown sorrows with a few drinks & some strong weed/ I know these selfish beings f***in’ with your self esteem/ Find the man of your dreams & not just the man in your jeans/ This songs for all my queens who couldn’t find the strength to leave/ It hard wearing hearts on your sleeve, just know I feel your grief, sing/ (Hook)
5.
Kennedy 03:11
If you’re reading this letter, that means I’m not around/ When I’m dead in the ground will you still hold me down? / I got something to tell you, I don’t know how to break it to you/ All these late nights I’m on the grind I’m still thinking of you/ You think I’m getting blunted, when I’m out getting money/ We gotta get it right these arguments are getting ugly/ & I’ll look out for you as long as you look out for me/ I’m trying to make the skyline mine looking from you balcony/ Not talking ‘bout the Nissan, I’m talking ‘bout the city/ Ride or die throwing peace signs out your Bentley/ Please forgive me, I know the b****** silly/ They want me to f*** ‘em but f*** my wifey give me plenty/ I know it’s rough now but we’ll see better days/ The music takes me away but that music it gets me paid/ When your heart is sick I got the remedy, from now until infinity/ Let’s get this guap so you & I can live like the Kennedy’s/ (Hook) I’m the president baby come & be my first lady/ Let’s have a private meeting in the back of that Mercedes/ Imma roll up this spliff roll them windows up & dip/ Said you’ll always be there for me/ This is what she said to me/ (Verse 2) I believed you when you said it, I just hope you don’t think twice & regret it/ If it’s a problem let me know, don’t just let it go & dead/ Talk to your man baby, that’s what I’m here for/ I need you to make that promise starting now from here forth/ Don’t compare me to your old man, that’s all in the past now/ If that n**** was so great then tell me where he’s at now? / That’s real talk baby but I ain’t sweatin’ it/ I wanted you, I got you & you been mine ever since/ Back to business, if this music don’t blow/ I got a few connections, some with weed, some with coke/ ‘Cuz I’m a man, I’ll be damn if I’m broke/ Put a brick in the truck, then take a trip to Mexico/ I’ll let you hold a few stacks/ I love you baby, I’ll be back/ I gotta get this paper, promise that I’ll see you later/ Your boy young, gotta get his cake up/ I know that you don’t like guns, I keep one for the haters/ I Would let you ride but never put you in that situation/ With you on a bus taking trips upstate so/ (Hook)
6.
Dope 03:19
High risk for that profit, low price for that reefer/ My cartel homie told me don’t speak to La Migra/ Just needed a diva, s*** maybe two/ A** like a donkey, she could be my mule/ N***** be talkin’ but ain’t really lived it/ Ain’t talkin’ Bill Miller, I’m flippin’ these chickens/ Retired from dealing & pimpin’ these b*****/ Got white owls for nights owls, y’all n***** some pigeons/ Beg the lord for forgiveness, I can’t see these haters thru Marc Jacob lenses/ Put up them beamers, we whippin’ them Benzes/ My momma in kitchen/ She whippin’ up fixin’s/ Demand my respect/ Salute when you see me, young n**** a vet/ Boys talkin’ foul but my n***** got techs/ Before Microsoft Xbox I had that connect/ Ain’t pushing no rentals, invest in a vest ‘cuz my shooters tote pistols/ Why you mean muggin’? Your b**** loves my dimples/ Don’t try this at home but I make it look simple/ Shout out Jennifer Lawrence, Oh My God that’s a bad snow bunny/ Make me your #ManCrushMonday/ We’ll be married by Wednesday, you’ll be pregnant by Sunday/ Flip work like a gymnast, bubble up like a chemist, no dentist, I’m flossin’/ You ain’t OG Bobby Johnson, these lames n***** softer than Johnson & Johnson/ Shout out to The Bay, a hundred black hoodies, got bullies with fullys/ Greg Pop to these rookies, when it comes to that bangin’ I’m all to the goodie/ One word of advice, suggest you don’t talk if you ain’t ‘bout that life/ Snitches don’t get stitches, they get thrown in them ditches & buried alive/ Got a Mexican chica, she muy bonita, my make her my wife/ Its gon’ be along night, put this D in her life, she’ll be screaming like “Aye”/ Sold work when I was in school but never ever sold work when I was at school/ When it come to them sacks n***** know I got packs, I ain’t talkin’ Clay Matthews/
7.
I’m a rather mellow fellow/ Smoking on that Donatello/ That’s that green mixed with purple/ I feel like a Ninja Turtle/ Kowabunga/ Hit that s*** until it fills my lungs up/ I don’t do that Cocaína/ Give me rillos & some reefer/ I don’t smoke that potpourri/ Don’t trip on you non smokers, see that’s none for you & more for me/ Ain’t a Swisher or a White Owl, than get the f*** off my cloud/ I’m calling up my connect, tell him a need an ounce like right now/ Imma roll it up, burn it down/ Windows up when I’m rolling ‘round/ Higher than a seagull, smoke in public like it’s legal/ There’s a rumbly in my tummy, kinda hungry from the munchies/ Second comes Mary Jane but first it comes the money/ I’m just chillin’ on my couch, doing my Al Bundy/ I be throwed like a football & it ain’t even Sunday/ I be coolin’ with a honey, stuck on stupid like a dummy/ I hope you don’t have no plans, ‘cuz my clocks stuck on 4:20/ I’m just/ (Hook) 4xs Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’
8.
(Verse 1) Girl your body bangin’ like a trunk full of fifteens/ I hope tonight you get on top & ride like a ten speed/ Every time I’m with you I feel like I’m sixteen/ You want me I can see it in your eyes, don’t tempt me/ You knew I had a thing for you, make a n**** sing for you/ Adam & Eve that’s me & you, I’ll eat your fruit & drank the juice/ You might think, I’m just a playa from the Himalayans/ You look like Venus, the goddess, not the tennis player/ This girl on fire, the flame to my gasoline/ Alicia Keys, better yet Katniss Everdeen/ Baddest chick I’ve ever seen/ Imma roll up these trees/ Exhale then breathe/ Just listen to Breeze/ (Hook) Breeze All you gotta do is say yes/ Close your eyes, free your mind, they’ll be no stressin’ baby/ Open up your mouth & just smoke/ I’m about to let you know, you make me so…/ All you gotta do is say yes/ Close your eyes, free your mind, they’ll be no stressin’ baby/ Open up your mind, just smoke/ I’m about to let you know, you make me so, so, so, so, so, so, so throwed/ You make me so so so so so so throwed/ (Verse 2) You know I go f***in’ hard, your body so f***in’ soft/ Know I got a thing for glasses, I’ll f*** your bifocals off/ I be on that North, You stay on that South/ Hop in my doohickey, take off them Vicky’s, my boxers Ralph/ Cowgirl, you can ride that, Surfboard, let’s try that/ We can make a movie, it’s an IMAX when you climax/ We can have a drink or two, three or five, six or nine/ Call me Uncle Elroy, girl it’s Mr. Nasty Time/ (Hook)
9.
Amor 03:27
(Verse 1) Up past my bedtime sippin’ red wine/ Reminiscing on the days we use to share time/ Back when you were working for the airline/ Wish we could go way back, way back, Lebron’s hairline/ Anything to make smile, you love my sense of humor/ Keep you close like a shooter, baby ignore them rumors/ Forget about the past & let’s focus on the future/ I’ll be the king you be my queen, bow down to the rulers/ The bed start squeaking, let’s get freaky with that karma sutra/ Lets hit Saks & torture racks, I’ll be your Lex Luger/ I love the fact that she stayed down & she been down/ When I got locked she help me get my car up out the impound/ ‘Cuz every trill n**** needs a trill b****/ Always reppin’, treat me like I Am Legend, no Will Smith/ That n**** always rapping ‘bout some feelings s***/ But what you feel ain’t real unless you feel this/ (Hook) I need good drank, I need good trees/ I ain’t too proud to beg, I ain’t too hard to please/ Give me that good sex, that keeps my mind at ease/ Yea just you & I baby all a n**** need/ I need Love, love, love, love, love, love/ Yea baby I need Love, love, love, love, love, love/ Yea baby I need love…/ (Remix Verse 1) It’s been way too long, got a n**** weak/ Been running thru my mind all week/ Send me a picture let a n**** get a peak/ I just had dinner but it’s you I’m tryna eat/ Been getting thicker, body like a swisher/ Before I light her up, you know I had to lick her/ Pulling on my zipper, stepping on my chucks/ By the look in her eyes I can tell she wanna f…/ Your sex drive, I love your curves, baby grab the wheel, baby don’t crash/ Got no brakes, got no wheels, got no roof, foot on the gas/ Got that good good, that wet wet, so n**** might cum fast/ I told her bend it over & sit that p**** on my mustache/ I stay fly, no lie, bow tie like Steve Urkel/ You can ride that surfboard but when I go down I’m gon snorkel/ Been too long, been running thru my mind all week/ Charles Barkley don’t like them thick girls, well bring them to me/ I just need love/ (Remix Hook) I love it 7xs Wanna kiss, wanna touch, wanna hug, wanna f…/ Let me know what’s up, I just need love/ I love it 7xs Wanna kiss, wanna touch, wanna hug, wanna f…/ Let me know what’s up, girl give me that love/
10.
(Intro) Damn, I’m know lately our schedules been conflicting/ But it’s time for some licking/ Been waiting on the right opportunity to give you the business & show you a few new positions/ So if I caught your interest just listen/ Cuz I got that prescription/ Yea, I got that prescription/ (Verse 1) Late night, I’ll pick you up, we’ll take a ride, do you what you like/ Get high on that highway, my rearview not a cop in sight/ That’s 420 on 410, faded we’re zonin’/ I’ve had my heart broken, pick up the pieces & mold them/ These castle walls I closed them but for you I’ll reopen/ If arguments make no sense don’t lose track stay focused/ You’re a dime piece to say the least, your heart is where I wanna be/ If there’s room make some for me, I promise I won’t break the lease/ Just stay true, think things thru/ I believe in you but it takes two/ Hypnotized by the things you do/ The you speak, the way you think/ The way we link/ The way you move/ I know what to do to get you in the mood/ She 5’5 with them brown eyes & them thick thighs/ She fun size/ (Hook) I been working all night, working all day/ Took the night off so you know it’s time to play/ Baby, I can take you high or I can go low/ I can do it fast or I can take it slow/ I’m doctor Dick Eudown/ Dick, Dick, Eudown/ Dick Eudown/ Dick, Dick, Just call me Doctor/ Dick Eudown/ Dick, Dick, Eudown/ Dick Eudown/ Dick, Dick, Just call me Doctor/ (Verse 2) No one can get it wetter, no one can hit it better/ When he neglects you just call me, The Pussy Professor/ It’s clear to me, I can see that the lord blessed you/ Now let me undress you, then tongue test you/ I make the p**** talk, give me a lecture/ Then I eat up, Hannibal Lecter/ Lay the smack down, the bedroom wrestler/ Ain’t trying to stress you, just trying to impress you/ She en fuego ‘cuz my game so frio/ Go her legs in the air screaming ¡Dios mío/ Love it when she speaks Spanish, si, si, I understand it/ I’m all up in her tummy, hope I don’t cause no damage/ She’s so fly, that’s no lie/ I’m a pro, so don’t try/ Need a refill, i got supply/ No THC she’s so high/ I’m so good, wanna know why?/ I’m so good, wanna know why?/ I got my PHD in that P U double S Y/ (Hook)

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The 2nd Installment Of The "After The Tone" Series

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released June 30, 2014

Troy Cakeman / Kre8tiv Music Group 2014

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Troy Cakeman San Antonio, Texas

Troy Cakeman is a recording artist, songwriter, audio engineer & entrepreneur.
Troy is also the owner & C.E.O of San City Sounds, a record label, which doubles as a music services company for independent artist. His career began as member of the hip-hop quartet, The Nationals, before branching off as a solo act. ... more

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