Where They At - Casual

[CHORUS:] 
"Where they at? Where they at  c'mon (x 5)" 
From the bottom of my heart 
I must declaim 
the deranged mind state. 
I find hate surrounding me  
so I clown a G  
and his rebuttal is 
"Cas stop bein' a ass " 
It makes me think 
what'll ever stop the angry 
when they wanna throw thangs wit' me? 
They're aware I'll bang 'em 
because of examples 
I have made out of humans 
doom when they toy with my thought train, 
they're caught plain and simple, 
but some will attempt to pull jammies 
so I slam with these, 
ram these, all into his jaw, 
and ideas of why he is front'n really frighten me, 
'cause I can be doin' better things with my time, 
my pen enlightens the page I puncture 
my rage is brunt to show you 
what flow too through hard times 
and times when my pen 
is my only friend, 
I'm lonely 
then I create a new antidote that'll raise hell, 
and I hope this busi-ness pays well, 
cause its fly to me 
but not worth the anxi-e-ty, 
I wish I can BE all I CAN, B, 
so the man see his full potential, 
with them phrases 
get you into dazes, 
praise this overlordian 
who got shit for the naughty men, 
here we go- 
[CHORUS:] 
"Where they at? Where they at? Where they at, c'mon. (x 5)" 
Hut. Hut. Hike. 
I strike like angry employees 
It's gonna take more than MC's to destroy these. 
Please stop drop and roll a spliff 
lift my mind to niggas get bowed and ripped 
then I stomp 'em like a brush fire 
'cause I get much flyer 
even in the clutch 
I adjust and bust skills