Boomerang

[Intro: ]
This is a journey into sound

[Big Pun]
You fuckin' with Chris
C Dot! Castro

[Verse 1: C Dot Castro]
Yeah, now let's take it back to the days
Back when ain't nobody knew the name
Back when they told me I would never make it to the fame
Now they hear my flow and straitjack-et cause it's too insane
I gave it all I got and it came back just like a mothafuckin'
Boomerang
Now sit back and watch me as I do my thang
The way I spew the flame, it got em' wishin' they could do the same
But never that, I could never be never be duplicated
As for you to hate it, look at what you created to be, I mutilate it
Take a dark room and illuminate it with the way I shine
Quick to bust it, but I never rush it, always take my time
Yeah, like I stole my own watch
Glove box full of tickets cause I just won't stop
I'm on the road to riches, and I'm behind the wheel of fortune
On my way to son the game just to kill it like an abortion
I ain't hot bitch, I be scorchin', I'm the Hip-Hop human torch
I went from rappin' on my porch, to blowin' up out of proportion
Forcin' MCs, to throw the towel in while I be wildin'
Stylin' on bitches got em' smilin', pussy wetter than a island, numbers pilin'
But I never dialin', I ain't got the time
Cause time is money and I spend it on my rhymes now
Life is short so I ain't gettin' any richer
Michelangelo-flow bitch, I hope you get the picture
Get your mind blown when I spit, I zip clean past you
My art goes over their head like the Sistine Chapel
I got 'em like "what the fuck"

[Intermission 1]
"Fuckin'
What the fuckin'
Fuck
Who the Fuck
Fuck this fuckin'
How did you fuckin'
Fucks ... FUCK"

[Verse 2: C Dot Castro]
My name is Castro
Hotter than takin' sh...
You know the drill, you know the deal
Reppin' the RATTPACK, so you know it's real
I'm known to kill, make everyone around me scream
Cause Castro rips everything around me, cream
Now, rap is my passion never no gats that I'm packing
But it's a fact when I'm blasting these raps will have you in caskets
Up on the track I spit ratchet cause bitch I mastered this rap shit
So sick that they wish that they could catch it
But I flip the script on they asses, now
That I have proof that the flow is not to be questioned
Let’s switch it direction, cause currently there is a recession
Of that real shit, that shit that you could feel shit
So sit back relax and let me take you on a field trip
I’m a nigga with attitude, I stick to my roots
Naughty by nature, bring the ruckus like I’m chillin' with Wu
I’m on the quest with my tribe to get to the pharcyde
But they treat us like outcast, lookin' at Chris crossed-eyed
Cause where I’m from it wasn't a common to rap if you ain’t a gansta
If you try to bust a rhyme, then them ghetto boys will hate you
And they used to mobb deep with techs nines on they side
Ain't want no beef
I just wanted to share the rhymes I supplied
I was an emcee that was light
Ain't look like a black star, so when I spit the mos def
I was left with a cracked jaw
Just a right dude in a wrong place, writing in my room with ice cubes to my scarface
Got older, but still wanted to be a kid in play
Skipping school like it was cool, rolling Big L's and hitting J's
Running wild through the streets with my brothers from the jungle
Always ready to rumble, selling 8 balls by the bundle…
Public enemies, bone thugs, that would kill you for the hell of it
Then I got arrested which affected my development

[Intermission 2]
Big Pun Rest IN Piece
RATTPACK
See I bust tables and my homeboy Castro is a...
Lyrical motherfucking wordsmith motherfucking genius

[Verse 3: C Dot Castro]
You see I'm, one of the best to ever do it, yet my crew is next
The Rattpack we real all the time, and if you eint knew it yet
I’m Castro, one of the coolest dudes you've ever met
But that spit is so hot, there ain't no wonder that I’m who they sweat
Flow so wet I make your speakers transpire
No need for hand outs, I already am flyer
Hop on stage, I make the fans throw their hands higher
My whole team is hot, boy we call that shit a campfire
Now you a damn liar, if you say you ain't kinda impressed
Life is a bitch that I be tryna undress
So I always strive for the best
Ain't graduate, but I put your mind to the test
With lyrics so deep that they could make a vampire reflect
I be that pretty motherfucker, the one your girl be running to
When she be dreaming, fiending, for the day I got her coming true
But I ain't the type to go and pipe your ho
Just cause she like the flow, although it’s nice to know
That I can take her if I wanted to, Castro