You ain't got enough calcium to have a bone to pick wit' me
Like I'm crazy I'll choke a nigga out wit' his own gee
On me Fuck they whole batallion
I'll chop ya head off
and wear ya skull like sophmore medallions
I'm the one wit da million dolla' smile and three
dolla's to my name
puttin black eyes in the game like mascara
These diabetic MC's must think shit is sweet
these venemous techniques I leave heat
A niggas gotta have it in these streets
Bubble eyed G-S on they teams wit beats
Screamin, "I'll make ya famous,"
Write my rhymes in alien and battle niggas in sign language
Cowards make a little chese, gettin large
Artificial, like Pamela Anderson Lee's double D's, please
I'm bangin from Belize to Televive on the Red Sea
Waitin fo' Saddam Hussein on Kawasaki jet ski's
[chorus]
Fuck holdin' my nuts, I don't give a fuck
Spit some shit so nasty it'll make lil' Kim blush
Nigga, rassasanation's the name
Imma put it on a bullet, and put it in ya brain
That's wussup, I don't give a fuck
Spit some shit so nasty it'll make lil' Kim blush
Nigga, rassasanation's the name
Imma put it on a bullet, and put it in ya brain
Stay pussy as a pantha, puffin' a hav-a-tampa
askin rappa's, "What do you call a million rabbits
walkin' backwards?" (backround) A recedin' hairline
You shouldn't be nervous though, cuz if I blow
Ima buy ya record contract. Neva shoot a video
but realy though, is ya nice without rent-a-cars and hype?
While me and my 12 homies, sip on wine like Jesus Christ
wit' super models bitin' on my ears like Mike Tyson on
fight night (backround) Sho' ya right
The dumb and dumba, my cats pack thunda, and I got mo'
rats then Mumba, Mean green like the super hero with
the laminite? ring, then watch bootleg
cable on a 60 inch screen
Champagne, greens, in 3d, while bastards out catchin' V.D.'s
See me easily givin' fools the finger like E.T.
we be rougha' then callous (backround) raw faggots
Sing a love ballad, then toss eachother's salad
[chorus]
Now welcome to the terror dome (backround) fuckin
maricones, Hoes in the ozone, cell phones and clones
Darine said, "There's only 2 years left"
So nowadays I'm playin' russian roulette wit' a tech
Ghetto holocaust survivor, everyday, From the S.S ???
and P.D. in L.A., tellin me bein' black on Saturday
night is a felony, if ya name ain't Michael Jordan or
Bill Bellamy, you ass out (backround) Mash out
There's a lot of white people that's racist, so I'm
bustin' nuts in their teenage daughters faces, Homie
Cuz when it rains it pours, Got me warin a six foot
condom, gettin' ready to fuck da world
Makin' butterfly nigga's spit insecticides
Half god - 50% zilla - illa - my alphabet slitha across
Ougi boards from the philla-gilla?, have dead nigga's
dancin around they graves like thrilla
[chorus]
[Ras Kass talking]
Everything I say don't be yae yo, haters in batter rams, I slam
Like syringes in heroine, four hundred and fifty grams
Overdose, every coast, one hundred spokes chrome
Knock off some malt liquor by the malzatof
Don't gotta floss, huh, ain't that the truth
Flyin' in boobies, silver six hundred coup
Like whoop whoop, holla at me big baby
Sop me up wit a biscuit, 'cuz you know it's all gravy
Linquistical flow, I ain't mystical, but y'all ain't ready
If a nigga ain't rhyme about crack, clothes, pussy and fatty
Eat a dick, that's music to my balls
Like Gloria Estefan fuckin' Hakeem Olajuwon
How this black lil' nigga get more head than a beauty salon
Guam, blowin' ya shit out like Chaka Khan
For sheezy, my favorite women is sleazy
Bisexual triplet freaks, forty five at they sexual peaks
I'm fuckin' three Tony's, like Rafael Saadiq
And got a trick up my sleeve, manufacturin' cheese
My matrix will triculate wit melodies
Rehabilitated the hood rats, shake the specie
I'm tryin' to die filthy, rich and ruthless, I'm easy
See Austin niggas is know for flossin'
But I still buy my T-shirts and socks from the slossin'
It's so must that I smash when I mash for me
Ask cash-n-gash
Nobody ride for free
Ooh wee
They say Ras you a rider?
I reply, "Well hell yeah, I'm a rider"
I give it up for C. Austin
That's the city north of long beach, south western Compton
They say Ras you a rider?
I reply, "Well hell yeah, I'm a rider"
Watch me catch bitches, the llama and the patch bitches
Fuck sex whippin' homey, don't even trip
I never seen a hood wit a retirement plan to medical benefits
I'm 'bout seein' black folk wit chips and hundred thousand dollars whips
Instead of monkey see, monkey power rule feelin' you wit banana clips
I plan to flip my manuscript, like dyslexics
To sed it, to bet it all, genetic telekinetic brawl
See I'm the difference between booty calls and blue balls
Telethon wit lou rawls, and bevelin' two percent off the top
S-s-sorry, couldn't got to break mines off
Decapitated, so where's he headed?
I decapitate niggas, damage is bodily
Put your tire on flat, and kill by a gat like Enis Cosby
Ain't no problem hoe, recognize
It's so must that I smash when I mash for me
Ask cash-n-gash
Nobody ride for free
Ooh wee
They say Ras you a rider?
I reply, "Well hell yeah, I'm a rider"
I give it up for C. Austin
That's the city north of long beach, south western Compton
They say Ras you a rider?
I reply, "Well hell yeah, I'm a rider"
My tenant shoot pimpin' is more like twenty shoot
'Cuz no woman love me like the wimmy do
I write raps while pullin' the lent off my nut sack
You 50 percent butt crack, I mean half assed
M C's we discover the mathematic format
Beneath your north plan, I'm guaranteed to come will
Like a reverse doormat, 64 percent sega, 80 proof congac
And toll free pagers
I'm still comin' out like I'm born babies wit hangers
My crew consist of millionaires, failures and gang bangers
The dangers of loaded language, my glock lick click
Got it made, me no fillet, pay then sat out like sway
Raid the police, 'cuz they sellin' more crack then Latinos and blacks
See we knows the facts, how Europeans jack
I'm sellin' native Americans gats
So they can take they land back
It's so must that I smash when I mash for me
Ask cash-n-gash
Nobody ride for free
Ooh wee
They say Ras you a rider?
I reply, "Well hell yeah, I'm a rider"
I give it up for C. Austin
That's the city north of long beach, south western Compton
They say Ras you a rider?
I reply, "Well hell yeah, I'm a rider"
It's so must that I smash when I mash for me
Ask cash-n-gash
Nobody ride for free
Ooh wee
They say Ras you a rider?
I reply, "Well hell yeah, I'm a rider"
I signify for C. Austin
That's the city north of long beach, south western Compton
They say Ras you a rider?
The story begins like a Dickens Novel, David Copperfield "I am born"
And naw nigga we all just can't get along
5996 A-L The Year of Light Illuminati borner on a New World Order
And a nigga fight the struggle sorta kinda on some rappin' shit
But real activists be on death watch like Mumia Abu Jamal
Ain't this a bitch y'all figure
It only takes a trigger and 12.98 plus tax to potentially murder 50 niggas
So motherfuckers better duck like Daffy
Cause nowadays the average nigga think they Butch Cassidy
And the Sundance Kid, doin' bids with no remorse
It's almost methodical, education is false assimulation
Building prisons is more economical, so your niggas in gang modules
Be giving more head than hair folicles
And niggas like myself know the ledge and still jump like Geronimo
Huh supreme mathematics and bad habits
Cause chasing cabbage keeps a nigga savage
Blame it on the disease, we all got the symptoms
Most of us niggas wanna be pimps but Uncle Sam really pimpin' them
Hook:
Naw they don't feel you, but what you don't know can kill you (X4)
The planet revolves, supposedly, man evolves
But no promblem is solved, cause man is the cause
For the sake of eugenics biochemists create ethospecific epidenmics
Injecting the public in clinics
Then when the truth comes out "You black people are so paranoid"
But WHO murdered Africa the World Health Organization
Before 1978 there was no blood with AIDS contamination
It ain't little green monkeys
It's little white honkeys crossing bouing leukemia with sheep visnna virus
As set tore out the iris of Horus, and Isis loved Osiris
Blackmen is blinded, while blackwomen look for real men but can't find it
Sometimes I think to myself "Why'd I even bring a child into this world?"
I pay taxes so Bill Clinton can slang crack in Arkansas buy gold imported
From South Africa
But I don't eat swine
And beat the living shit outta skinheads
So where's my piece of mind?
A swiss watch, leasing a Lex on credit
All the liquor and pussy a nigga can get
Put together a this puzzle but my pieces won't fit what the fuck?
Hook (x2)
Now shit gets no realer, reality dictates fate
Gobal Policy 2000 by then, the planet depopulates
By about 1 billion men women and children
By whatever means necessary
Wars, diseases, starvation, plagues etc.
Set ya watch and watch Lord Matreya ascend
Been in effect since before George Washington Monument
An obelisk the 3300 pound capstone semi conceals the Masonic seal I'm
Knowin'
But it's like trying to stop the sun from shining
Soul on Ice damned if I do and fucked if I don't
Dog eat dog like Jeff Dauhmer
And most brothers ain't soilders cause you gots no code, you gots no honor
Wanna build an empire blood sucking me too get richer
So B, what's getting 6 figures when ya fuckin' with bitch niggas
I ask you don't make me gay bash you
So the longer I live the less love I have to give
And the tragedy is it's a vicious cycle everybody's caught up the vortex
So we try to cash more checks and have more sex
The problem gets worse but a solution ain't clear
And we been sayin' the same shit for 650 years
What the fuck?
If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks,
Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks
(REPEAT 2X)
Murderous verses,
Motherfuckers won't even make it to the chorus
They'll find you and yo bitch buried in the Angeles National Forest
Anything you can do, I heard it done before, better,
But I can do you in 36 positions
Enter you like the Wu-Tang debut
Now who remains true to the game?
Damn shame it wasn't you
Fools lay claim to fly rhymes but I terrorize airlines
My mind's a porcelain Glock 7 slippin' through the metal detectors
Ready to wet'cha like baptism
It's rap pugilism when I be placin' 208 bones in one zone;
With microphones, I'm like the Blade Runner hunting clones
I ";Beat It"; like one glove and a bad nose job
With more breathin techniques than Lamaze
Ras still be drinkin' malt liquor brews
And continues the liquidation of crews
Wit' a drunken technique like Shun Di's kung fu on Virtua Fighter 2
See me son, I'm the one sportin' Dolce and Gabbana
Peelin' this bastard's wig back like cradle cap
You ain't no cap peela for rilla
And for who you desire to kill you need more God than Zilla
I breaks'em off like a acrylic nails
Test me but you appear to be Presley (Press Lee) like Priscilla
And still malicious disses, but this is 10% dis, 90% skill
So curses, foiled again like Hershey's kisses
You're so-called vicious, although
How they gonna be a menace when it ain't no men in it?
Oh, they womenaces (with clitorises)
In a new year, a new fear, and I'm nuclear
Let's play a friendly game of who can ruin who's career
I'm a Killafornia B-boy, you like one of Heavy D's boys
Got niggas fallin' off the stage like they was Trouble T-Roy
Chorus (REPEAT 4X)
(Hey, whip these niggas' ass)
Watch me gamble for paradise
And if I gotta pay the price
Easy come, easy go like Eric Wright
'Cause I used to get my fade wit a comb and a razor blade
With a 9800 Module back in the day
They say it takes 5000 to educate, 30,000 to incarcerate
Gimme 5,000,000 in the lottery wit high cholesterol cloggin' my artery
I'm not the boss hogg or the pimp and fuck legalizin' hemp
Keep the profit on the streets
Fuck police on the creep three deep in a silver Caprice
And the black chief of police
No justice, no peace
Verbally, I'm takin off from the baseline
With my nuts in your face like Scottie Pippen
As opposed to flippin' chickens
So kill game like Chris Webber in sudden death
'Cause you callin' for timeouts when you got no time left
On some Highlander shit 'cause, son, there can only be one
And heads is flyin' faster than Ronald serves
Two all-beef patties on a sesame seed bun
Real thorough - duh do do do, duh do duh do do
I wanna give it to you all night long just like the Mary Jane Girls
(AAALLL NIIIGHT LONG!) (LAUGHTER) (Niggas ain't shit!!!)
A bloodstained wall emanates from my nostril
I pull bitches like a hamstring and take out an MC like a tonsil
Forty story buildin's horizontal
Within the confines of 33 lines and a margin mentally squabbin'
See, every time my lips part it's a million man march
And my heart is a pit with a million skin heads moshin'
Daily I walk through Hell smellin like Chanel but far from frail
I roll with my clique like par-a-palegics
Confrontation conversation, catch-22 exclamations
But the explanation was deeper than a Louis Leaky excavation
Fools, you're makin' peace when the enemy is blaspheme
Guess we got some nuts hangin' in between like a motherfuckin' drag queen
But don't nobody wanna test though, ya niggas is petro
When I put the lead to your head like Destro
Chorus (REPEAT 4X)
Chorus:
Miami Life, at any price, keep my pockets nice
Eff the po-lice, Miami Life ain't nuttin nice
Miami Life, at any price, keep my pockets nice
Eff the po-lice, Miami Life ain't nuttin nice
Verse One:
I'm launchin rockets and SCUDs at Crockett and Tubbs
[and Tye] full of more Rum than a [Mai-Tai] again despite high
schoolin, I be high refusin to listen to what the PTA say
Eff a four point oh GPA I got a five point oh GTA
hittin the chop shop, with an ETA of 3 o'clock, so shake the spot
like Luke and them girl with the Daisy Dukes
Cuz life's a beach and I forever be wearin my bathing suit
Met this Colombian mommy set a daddy, trap the cabbie
with government permission, no DEA intervention
Filthy rich and hit lines for recreation snortin coke up
but Pinoche's rollin, cuz I don't know the next hoe be the loc'est
You still can't teach me or reach me with history
when the story is his, and who gets to be
the future Pablo Escobar don't need a diploma
Minimum wage the rest I'm livin whale like Jonah
Chorus
Verse Two:
Walk these streets with more Heat than Alonzo Mourning
Now how many toasters can these smokers keep pawning?
My school days was like Porky's
in class doin the butt, on the hallway ditchin
Teacher's pet snitchin, but ain't no Miami Bass like the triple beam
So fool please, I move MC's like old Z's
I want more cheese than Kraft Ravioli
Got love like Chachi and Joni micraphone Michael Corleone
Only the homies really know me, but everybody
want to dip in my Mixelplic [what part of the game is this?]
Keepin CoInTelPro stickin into brothers like Velcro
Fightin felony convictions, a closer shave than Norelco
well though, stay and lose it, I'm still official
[Why?] cuz I'm on a roll like toilet tissue
[Rider] anything less would be uncivilized
At any price... Miami Life...
Chorus 2X
Verse Three:
Accept no Substitute
And I'ma make it known The Specialist like Stallone
and Sharon Stone watchin your spot get blown
you don't even understand, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
[Senator Bob Dole] and C. Delores Tucker
What the world needs is less free cheese
More white collar J-O-B's, these ghetto MP's
stretchin fools on the block for crack rock
But part of power brokers is gettin over like unprotected sex with Oprah
Float, like a Tournament of Roses parade
Sting, like a bee, but of course
I put my foot so deep in yo ass
the water in my knee will quench your thirst, I got juice freshly squeezed
Words 100 percent bom-Bay, made from more concentration than Minute Maid
Renegade rhyme ride ruckus non-fiction me and my kin
slippin mickies and puttin hickies on your chest
I never been seen like the Loch Ness...
...monster, heh, and now a word from our sponsor
Yeah, and now a word from our sponsor
(feat. RC)
[Ras Kass]
She had me only, almost loosin my cool
Remi and Moet wit brew, shootin pool
Ask me if I wanted a dance, yeah
Made my way to her chair, sugar shake it over here
Fell in love wit the clothes that she didn't wear
Beat the fat derriere, while I whispered in her air
Hope it all about Chippers, I'm tryin to kick it after I tip ya
Pour ya in my champagne glass and sip ya
Tropical, clockin, Latin American mami, Sevita from Guyana
Move like good sex, plus her eyes do the rest
Baby soft flesh, you could rest, who the best
Honey straight bangin ya, puffin the Buddha pest, tatas danglin
Started to flow, she promised not to hurt me
Wrapped her legs around my neck, and worked me, wit a lapdance
[Chorus: RC]
The Henny got me in a zone, I wanna take you home
So we can be alone, for my lapdance
I think I got another dime, just do it one more time
The only thing that's on my mind, is my lapdance
[Ras Kass]
Face cameras on, raspberry lipstick
Had to be twisted, "Not really", she insisted
Experimented a little, but never kissed it
Do I have a girlfriend, she can be my mistress
Pop the P, like it's just for me
Bout three G's, hangin out of G-string V
I don't see nothin wrong wit the hump
Damn, sweetie, don't brake you high heel pump
Gotta keep it crunk though
When the DJ pay, she next on stage
After the song she gotta go, meet you at bar when I'm done
1-51, tie cherries in a knot wit her tongue
Work the poll like Dominique Dawes, without drawers
Applause, brakin niggas like laws
We fantasize for the chance to romance
But it cost 10 dollars for another lapdance
[Chorus]
[RC]
I've been your fool, you know you gotta pay your dues
You wanna get wit Ras and Rueb
Then you must choose, and you know you can't loose
There's somethin bout the way that you shakin your rump
It makes me feel good cuz I likes to hump
The way you move your body in a sexy way
It makes wanna lapdance everyday
[Ras Kass]
She said 5 for the top, 10 for the bottom
Looked her up and down, said "Hmm, I got 'em"
[RC]
And she worked the nightshift
A dish water blonde, tall and fine
She made a lotta till, ask her what you gotta say, nigga
[Ras Kass]
First of all, she 5'8", I'm 5'6"
But if I put on my Prince heels, can we go on a dance
Had her laughin, like Ras you off the hook
I got 101 positions, that'll leave you shook
Off the books, I'm all yours on all fours
Wit nine chords, so, me and more
Keep it real wit me, pick me up at three
Scooped up in the Lex, and got served for free OohWee
Hook:
We Could marinate, get nice and and stack riches
(But it's B.Y.O.B.) Bring your own bud, brew, and bitches
Ain't no set trippin', actin' I'll and don't steal, for real
(You got's to chill)
Verse 1:
I woke up in my Tommy Hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock at the door
But why they at my door for?
Oh! My peep's they got a half gallon, smilin'
My talons totalled ten one empty round from putting it down
But now, my day is starting off Coca Cola and Remy Martin
Some of the homeys from L.A. and Carson want to throw a private party today
Threw on some Gautier and my Rolex link dressed to kill like Bernard Getts
My squad flex like Lee Haney, so it's best I keeps myself on house arrest
Cause you never know, maybe they might wind up at 429 Bauchet
Locked away, plus can't keep the boody calls waiting
I'm marinatin'
Hook
Dialed up some micehead to see what's crackin' tonight
She said she just broke up with her man
And since she free like Mnadela, she bringina box of Philly pantellas
Acapells, I game like Lou Panella made sure to tell her
Don't bring no fellas, cherral, girl you can braid the tweed
And then you can show me how to do the pepper seed
Agreeded, cause we get down like this on a regular, loungin'
Watchin' bootleged tapes, shooting jokes, your choice of imported smokes
Craps and Celo on the patio for more chips than Bingo
Chips like the MGM casino
Just make sure your homegirl is single, so it's popping
Cause ain't nothing worse than fifth wheels that's cockblocking
And knocking while I"m knocking talking about she ret' to go
I want some of your brown sugar while I bump D'Angelo
(Fo'sho) No special holiday, but sometiems just being alive is a reason for
Celebratin
So we mariniatin'
Hook (x2)
I get around like Dolby Pro Logic,
But running them streets too much get fools hated
Incarcerated, or terminated
At the house we safely intoxicated, Nonoxol-9 lubricated
Playing questions, everybodys faded and now, we got the ladies undressing
Like 1st King strippers bouncin' on nigggas balls like the LA Clippers
The phone rang, my little shorty said "What you up to, boo?"
Nothing, just chillin' like bruh-man on Martin do
See only when I'm tipsy, when my words start slurring
Do I get causght telling lies like Mark Furhaman
So I'll call you later drink was low, went to the stash and pulled out the
The T.U.'s is down for whatever
Let's run more trains than the metrorail but ya'll got to be out by two
I'm getting sleepy and plus my boo is coming through
So let the front door hit you where Ru Paul probably might
And everybody asking what's up for tomorrow night
Chorus:
(4x) Jack Frost nipping at your nose
(sample of Nat King Cole)
I'm sporting trippled down rain gear.
Dumping on flying rain deer
And that overweight queer with the red and white sleeping apparrel.
Sliding down the chimneys, but staring down this double barrel.
I'm putting Santa on alphabet-i-cal med-i-cal.
It's survival of the fittest, as the milineum approaches.
By then the only existing life on Earth is real niggaz and roaches.
But see,
I'm colder than nuclear winters, so concoct the con-tender.
I'm make a nigga change agenda.
Change gender. Change men ta
Feminine. Women in masculine genetalia.
Seasons beatings 憈il the next Saturnalia.
Ain't no competing. Defeating all persons in paraphenalia.
Compel me to inhale the aroma.
"I smell. I smell. I smell PUSSY!"
My nigga could use some heart like a fucking organ donor.
And conflict? Whenever you plan it, I'm a split it like the equator.
My Sanskrit box n' liquid nitrogen strike the mics colder than polar.
I'm like "Wonder Twins Activate!": pimp in the form of icy boulder.
Missed assist sister. Fool, I'll make your scrotum blister.
Fool, if you ready to be the man then I'm a hit ya
Like Baul Mixler: the ideal.
I'm the rhyming Simon Phoenix with that "murder, death, kill."
You got me all fucked up. I'm the abominable flow-man.
Kiss ya ass goodbye. Your record deal was standing under missle toe.
And! I'm Mandingo. My cultural experiences doesn't include Kris
Kringle.
Celebrating Satan匩o, sorry: Santa.
It continues to be a mind boggler
When black people be picking shit off the ground
And eating it like a toddler.
I shoot the gift like Kwanzaa.
That holiday is pagan. 626 like Mazda
And a billion bucks of fuck
That's bringing up the slack in the gross national product.
I guaduct. My mind avalanches expressions
And from papas erection and mama'sC-section.
Before nore plant contraception conception.
The only exception was the emaculate deception.
Cause contrary to what my bereaved mother believes,
Jesus was concieved by a mitocondria weave.
I leave gagreen when I slang these below zero,
So niggaz better bring more "Heat" than Al Pacino and Robert De Niro.
Chorus:
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
(sample of Nat King Cole)
Gollllden State Waaaarrriioooors, come out to pllllaaayyyyyyyy!
Ha haaaaa! Yo. Yes, Yes, Yes.
This goes out, you know, to the West Coast,
All my niggaz on the East Coast,
All my niggaz down South, you know what I'm saying. All them phat Dj's,
All the heads, and all them bitch ass niggaz, you know what I'm saying.
(DJ Rhethmatic Scratching Nas sample from "It Ain't Hard to Tell)
I been around the world once, had your fiancé twice
I ain't nothin' nice, but every lifestyle got a price
Kiss my momma on the cheek cause her love was deep
Like Keith Sweat, but the deeper the streets get
The deeper the beef get
Enough fatal attraction to ??? your vet
Cause everybody wanna have it ??? and sh
Now, ??? is my ??? over night, insight
I write like six hundred thousand kilobytes
Yes I'm on one, European cars, Cuban cigars, rap stars,
Glass ceilings to the inevitable cap dealing for sexual healing
I lack feeling, voted for black women like Terry Macmillan
Save a prayer for me, I was told no guts no glory
I shed a tear once in a while, too
But a soldier gots to do what he gots to do
I once ??? in ??? for Rupert Murdoch, I thought you knew
It is what it is
Hook:
[Jazze Pha] Nowadays, that's the way it is
[Ras Kass] Why do we do what we do when we do what we must, that's
how it is, and how it is is kinda fucked up
[Jazze Pha] It's sad to say, but things just ain't the same no more
[Ras Kass] Why do we do what we do when we do what we lust, it is
what it is, and how it is is kinda fucked up
[Ras Kass]
If the pussy is free, then talk is cheap
Then again, it's probably cheaper to keep her
Back in the days, all a nigga needed was suede pumas and a beeper
Now they all expecting condos, briquettes and pet cheetahs
See ya when I see ya
And by then I know the motors she bogus I noticed they jockin the rims on
the ???
I learned early to trust God when moms was like [you wear all that Nike
shit]
You need to swoosh your ass and get a job
My occupation be operation, more horsepower than Daytona
Cause I'm a rider, like Wynonna
Being nice is a vice, the gift is naturally mine
That's like grand verbalizing not knowin the time
See, my partners commit crimes servin federal ???
Confined to a six by nine regretin the wrong shit he did
I swig, wishing we was still little kids
But we grown men now homey, it is what it is
Hook
[Ras Kass]
Hip hop ain't even fun
In these strange days, rappers is getting done
Like Jericho won
Within two months, two major artists got slumped
I whispered 'God rest the dead' and let the ??? pump pump
Kept a ??? since about eleventh grade
Rock the Donna Carren shades
Cause I don't like to dream about getting paid
But I'm afraid I do
Trying to organize a team, willing to empty magazines
This supreme fiends for cream
We need g's, like Mary Magdelline and born again Christians
Ain't a politician cause I already got your vote
True, I want your money but I ain't a preacher no
I don't even love the dough
But if you don't work you don't eat, so I want all I can get before I go
I love what money can get
It's elementary evidently, the custom convertible Bentley tently
It is what it is
Hook x2
[Jazze Pha]
There are things that we can change
Some things remain the same
That's just the way it is
Way it goes, yeah
There are things that we can change
But most things gon' stay the same
It's the way it is
[Ras Kass]
I was lyrically Hip Hop's top 5, before two of my niggas died
Syntax a deep impact Bruce Willis couldn't survive
A strange death, since niggas wasn't loud
I'm throwin monitors offstage cause Rakim said (move the crowd)
I'm one year older, ten times more determined, potna
A hairy situation like (Chaka?) fuckin Chewbacca
Connect the dots, murder by design
Shit on your intellect, and fertilize your mind (mind)
Pull out the guage and we can face off like Nicolas Cage
Battle for the second coming of Christ and see whose soul gets saved
One might be your girl so don't trust her. I'll tell it like Usher
*singing* Girl I'll make you wanna leave the clown you with,
Start a new relationship, make the bitch take the dick
She ate the dick too, though, that's Mr. mafioso dulo
We bustin caps at your culo....
[Saafir]
Waterproof, baby. Know what I'm sayin? That means we can't be wet.
*scratching*
(the waterproof MC, you ain't wettin me
you need to stop rappin and start robbin banks like Steady B)
[Ras Kass]
My style is sex and violence, vocabulary and science, and an uneasy
alliance
Let's toast the bread like a plugged up appliance (I'll drink to that!)
Remy on the rocks, the real estated eventually, son
Reverse (deverdi pras to pras verdi?) like, Century 21
I want the mansion and the yacht
And all the shit them rich wack rappers got (then the ultimatum was read)
Like every MC woke up with a thouroughbred horsehead in they bed
In other words, teflon tops with (keflar?) nuts
The closest I ever been to ass was cigarette butts
I'm nice, that's probably why I don't be fuckin with Sprite
Cause thirst is nothin, image is everything on the mic
These days, these DJs get paid under the table
Pay the most popular producer on the most popular label
Pay for full page ads in the most popular magazine
Now you got the most popular new artist
Guaranteed the air we breathe is thin, better tell her
Then I'ma choke the bitch out at 11:59, reveal the real Cinderella
(AAAAAAHHHHHHH!) When two hydrogens reach my oxygen atom
You can't gat 'em or get at 'em
Anatomically designed to be solar, fuck the rap star
When I die I want niggas doin drive-by's with my ashes in the car
R-A-S, H20 liquifyin you assets
Repo your flow even in (prepo letho?)
Straight outta Aruba, lampin with my boo from Bermuda
Lickin rugers in Cuba, blowin niggas out the frame
With brass knuckles and a tuba, my new maneuver is scuba
360 degrees of revenge like Montezuma
*more scratching*
[Saafir]
Waterproof...know what I'm sayin? It's like this man....know what I'm
sayin? Muthafuckas really gotta like reach within themselves, and pull your
spirit out your mouth...knowmsayin? But now it's all good cause I'm in
relation with the truth! You gonna have to really be yourself potna, look
me in the retina.
[Ras Kass]
When it's my time to shine, the whole world is goin blind
From the sheisty side of town where a nickel cost a dime
Niggas is (Boston?), Black brothas is bastards
The bubble break bread and give a nigga space like Nasa
I catch red eyed flights to rok mics
Spent too many drunk nights fuckin gold diggers and dikes
Same shit, different toilet though, concentrated to blow
I moonwalk across hot coals on my tippy toes for the flow
Stay low key like midget doorknobs
Stay above the law like Judge Judy giving blow jobs
Satisfaction, three out of four Braxtons
Especially Toni, fuck affirmative action
Cause Anglo-saxon fashions is packin Mack-10s
Trainin for helter skelter when the race war begin
Stay true to the game, but the game ain't true to the MC
Where niggas is bootleggin Makaveli 2 and 3
[Saafir]
Real game...waterproof..with the name, man. Listen to the name, man.
Waterproof don't have no muthafuckin (?) Junction, with nothin. Ain't no
image!
*scratching*
(feat. Bad Azz)
[Hook: Da Nation]
If you like what you see, make a movie
Get ya grind on, playa haters, always lose
It's about fun, gettin money, layin in the cut
We everything you need, now what's up
[Ras Kass]
It's the nigga you love to hate, '98
Now how much cheese can one black nigga take
Convertible Jag XK8 wit customized plates
Playmates jumpin out my birthday cake
See we be on one, so raise the roof
Or we gon tear the club up, hosin daisy dukes
I made you lose, orange juice mixed wit Indo
I be doin my thug dizzo, that's for shizzo
C Arson baby, born and raised
Back in the Kay kays, when we was babies
Now, I get around like a circle
Squeezin on ya lady fat ass like a girdle
Latino cute, she was built somethin fierce
21, had a tongue and a bellybutton pierced
Playa, I think your wifey wanna politely bite me
Play Marv Albert, but that hurt boo, blow lightly
[Chorus: Ras Kass (Bad Azz)]
And all the ladies say
(Get your grind on, just get your grind on)
And all the hustlers say
(Get your grind on, just get your grind on)
And everybody say
(Get your grind on, just get your grind on)
And all the niggas say
(Get your grind on, just get your grind on)
[Ras Kass]
Let's take you back to the basics
I smack a rapper's ass like a dominatrix
Life is cruel, faces and misdemeanor cases
More chedda, the more better
Family trunk tight,
wit my grandma dressin all you chickens on fight night
I'm flossin in Vegas, like dream come true
Whippin a '98 cream, V1-2
Of course, you be seein me in one two
Or me, three, lazer cut key boo, one on Peach Tree
One on Crenshaw, one on one-two fifth
Walkin in a B-Boy stance, holdin my dick
I'm sick, flippin scripts like nixel plicks on chicks
If they ridin on my Navy, like fleas and tits
You need to just, catch us in the club
Tear drunk minimum, freak 'em from the back, then I'm bendin 'em
And it don't stop, til the fat lady sing
But where Roseanne Barr at any way? Knowhatimean?
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Ras Kass]
A material girl in a material world
Read her lips from 'cross the crowd, she said give me your world
But you can have a piece of my love tonight
I gets my swerve on like D.U.I.
True lies between two thighs, no shame in my game
Tryin to take over the world like Pinky and the Brain
Gotta get a lotta C.H.I.P.S. like Eric Estrada
And gotta get a lotta hits like a fly swatter
Kick it to up scale hoochies, the one who wear a thousand dollar dress
And still got five on it stress
Don't get it twisted, why you over there lookin at me
If you ain't comin home tonight, let's get it on tonight
Blame it on the Alize, Moet, the Chronic, the mic and strobe lights
Yeah, I'm knowin, that's why women keep they panty lines showin
Grindin, and grindin, and grindin
No disrespect to the opposite sex
But I ain't flexed punani yet that's worth my royalty checks
Men be trying to get laid, women be trying to get paid
So, somebody gotta get played, right
Now you claim I'm runnin' game and still let us run the train
Pulling Coolio's braids, it wasn't me, it was the fame
Let a dame complain about disrespecting my African queen
Ass hangin' out them Daisy Dukes jeans, jockin'
Damn I love civilization, wants to know my occupation
Home location and means of transportation
The correct combination unlocked your placenta
I got a cellular phone with a rubber antenna
On a three story house, drive a four door Ac
Favorite song of all time Mobb Deep's, "Hit It From the Back"
Then jet, I turn a bitch into my favorite
She know my name 'cause I got more game than Sega CD
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You knew the game and you still ended up on your back
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You knew the game and you still ended up on your back
I try U.N.I.T.Y. but why?
'Cause when I was lackin', bitches made me want to roll over and die
So now I lie, cause bitches are like flies, why?
They attract to the best shit
You gotta play Max Julian's role unless you plan on being celibate
'Cause bitches want the money clip and whatever dick that comes with it
The bitch saw me in the Lex and didn't know it came from Avis
Now she's on the tip like my name was John Davis
And I'm knowin' what she thinks
I'ma sweep her off her feet because I bought the hoe a drink
Bitch, haha yeah, I'm living nice, got a two o'clock flight to Atlanta
Tomorrow, so maybe we can kick it, tonight
Right there I knew my dick was getting wetted
'Cause I played into this bitch's Cinderella complex
Whatever you want to hear, I can say
Forget the bitch the next day, instant replay
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You knew the game and you still ended up on your back
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You knew the game and you still ended up on your back
Yo Ras, let me talk about these bitches for a minute but
Let's get it straight, when I say the word bitch, I don't mean all women
'Cause hookers come a dime a dozen if you thought they wasn't
You can hit this hoe today, and tomorrow you can hit her cousin
Or her mama, you gots to have drama
Nigga flash some currency and go up in her auntie
I'm talkin' 'bout the skanless type loc
You know the type that seem to like the taste of swipe, check it
When it comes to Saving Hoes, Coolio ain't in it
Don't call me Captain, General, Sergeant, or Lieutenant
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
I gave the bitch my autograph, and she gave me some ass
But as soon as the hoe tried to get in my pocket
I shot her ass away from me, like a skyrocket
Take it from a G, period, no comma, to keep these hookers
On they toes, you know the rest
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You knew the game and you still ended up on your back
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
You know it's drama, but it sound real good
[Intro: Ras Kass]
That's some real shit
Sometimes I be watching, you know what I'm saying,
the little videos and shit.
I just be trying to imagine them bitches fuck faces, you know?
I can't help it dog, I got dreams too (what)
Yo Doo Wop, what's wrong with a nigga?
Tell B.I.G. rest in peace
[Verse One: Ras Kass]
As I sit back relax drinkin Alize and 'Yak (Cognac)
And lust over R&B; bitches with wide gaps
I fantasize at night if I can up Lauryn Hill
Just to show her how that thing really feel
It's really ill what the dilly with T-Boz and Chili?
I'd rather have this big dick than a Big Willie
Cause TLC know they love Scrubs
I fuck Left Eye in the passenger seat of my man VW Bug
Wanna G Alliyah
But Mya look flyer
BIG said she looked scary but I'd still fuck Mariah
Shanice is a piece plus the pussy is deep
Kelly Price look aight but she to obese
To say the least
Veronica's skins is in the top ten
Don't need a dildo to break Monifah shit again
Deborah Cox is hot let me lick that pussy up
I had a crush on you since MTV The Cut
What?
I'm just chinky eyed chocately cute
The girl is mine me and Monica knockin' da boots
As Brandy too crew
She like it wow from the back
Getting her braids pulled while her ass get smacked
Remember Fresh Prince, Tatyana Ali
Now she old enough to pee so now she old enough for me homey
Late night with a fifth of JD's whisky
'Cause I gotta be pissy drunk to fuck that bitch Missy
[Chorus x4: Doo Wop]
Where my bitches at?
From the front to back I wanna hit that
[Verse Two: Ras Kass]
Fuck some Taco Bell, "Yo quiero Jennifer Lopez"
Fat ass dough legs I switch my last name to Ropez
It's true, I love 702
Divine got hazel eyes, bang em blind like Mr Magoo
Erykah Badu is cool but 'Dre is my dog
Got the Spice Girls taking turns hummin' my balls
Tell me what's the Total when the niggas attract
Kima and Keisha in a menage with Pam and Da Brat
Has to escape Xscape they was trying to rape me
Raven Symone is statutory wait until she 18
I'd bang all 3 cuties from Blaque, believe that
Without make-up Elusion is wack like two fuckin sleestacks
Chante Moore fly though but she probably know Tae-Bo
Destiny's Child is wild plus I want to try 4, wait
Who's them five white bitches wearing pink, hah
My bad that's them 'niggas' N'Sync
I'd bang Les Nubians from France to the Motherland
Stretch Mona Lisa like a rubber band with no rubber man
Faith is off limits but Mary J can get it
Them big ass lips known to cold suck a good dit-ick
One little black ass core but I like my chickens extra crispy
Slide down Whitney and her mom Sissy
But Bobby probably kill so chill
Had Tamia walking wobbly stealing meals from Grant Hill
Verse 1:
I created verb-noun ??? (The most beautifullest shit)
I make up like foundation, now who you facing?
The waterproof emcee,
Ras blessed the mic faster than Ramadan in mach 3
Get off my dick, nigga
And tell your bitch to come here
And stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck what you heard (Yeah)
Fa sheezy, articulate drama
Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas
I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry
Whippin' a BMW 540-I (drunk driving Miss Daisy)
Devil in a blue dress packing heat
While I'm doing doughnuts in the middle of the street
My middle east metaphors motivate religious wars
Jah-hah (plus some other middle east dialect)
Get it popping like Felicia and Amhad Rashad
Keep my game face on like a goalie
So stick yourself, Pretty Tony
Chorus:
You, you are, you conceited bastard (8x)
Verse 2:
(We still got some non-believers) So I'ma drop the bomb
Like the one-armed wide reciever
See we be off the hook like (busy signal from phone)
Criminally insana, my brain do the Macarena
Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer
Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer
Wouldn't swallow my tongue at a seizure
Speak my mind at my leisure
Living singe with more hoes than Khadijah
And when I'm bent, it's the circus without a tent
Clowning all baby-face ass niggas who love hoes and pay rent
Give a chicken six cents for Gucci boots (Hell no!)
I rather mop the floor at a peep show
What part of "I'm the shit?" don't you understand? (Gooby bitch)
Your favorite rapper is a Ras Kass fan
So, how many dykes do I flip on the daily?
Many money, just give me plenty Henny Remmy
Chorus: 8x again
Verse 3:
(Well, that's true) Damn, skippy
I put that on everything I love
Like when Lucy was fucking Ricky
Got more stripes than Adidas
I'm cavy like fish fetus
See money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahs
Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism
Indo got you believing what your pen do
Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do
With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up can
My man, understand, I got connections
So much doe in my pocket, I give my girl a yeast infection
I'm big-headed like babies with down syndrome
Is you a playa from the Himalyas with Jerome-rome
This one girl tried to Billy Jean me
But I was wearing two rubbers
So name that nigga, Whodini (laughing)
Controversal reversal, this is my planet
You just a Reebok commercial
Chorus
What, nigga, check, check, yeah
Uh, huh, yeah, yeah
This goes out to all the critics
You can suck the didick
Check this out for all the bitches to the radio
(feat. Dr Dre & Mack 10)
Intro: Ras Kass
Once again, we take over cash
Ras Kass, Dr. Dre and Mack 10 connected.
We ghetto fabulous baby.
The best food, drink and pussy that money can buy.
Verse One: Ras Kass
Every day of my life is off the ringer
That's guaranteed, like a fistfight on Jerry Springer
I got the hottest flow to hit the street since lava
so holla, we all hustle for dollar dollars
From Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C.
We drinkin' V-S-O-P (?) the beats beep
Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece next to me
My Body all over Your Body like LSG
Neighborhood celeb with the keys to my city like the mayor
Rookies askin us how to be a playa
Get in where you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass revoked
No matter how much money you make
Stay true to the game loc, guest list terror clothes
in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress codes
Spit lyrical bricks, thirteen deep
so I can be richer than Master P sellin 'Ghetto D'
Chorus: Mack 10
We Ghetto, fabulous
Money make the world go round so let's handle this
Ghetto, fabulous
Broadcastin live from Los Angeles
We ghetto, fabulous
Money make the world go round so let's handle this
Ghetto, fabulous
Broadcastin live from Los Angeles
Verse Two: Dr. Dre
You ain't heard of me, you ain't listenin hard enough
Started in Compton servin from a ice cream truck
Now ten years later whippin a custom Navigator
Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligators
I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, feel me
Boom bap and slap that ass silly
This is for the full time students slash part time strippers
And young niggaz, clockin at least five figures
Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat beats
Some of us hustle in the streets
Twenty deep in Club Nikki's so you know we gots to mingle
Trickin' (?) off a pocket full of singles, huh
And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Sinatra
Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the Doctor
Ain't nuttin nice
>From hood to hood, love livin the lavish life
(Chorus)
Verse Three: Ras Kass
Nigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, three ooh ooh
Playin number two Tekken, zero to sixty
in six point seven seconds *tires screech* hangin out the window
actin up, chickenheads like "You doin fo' months!"
Flexin the Rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds
across the face, still eatin out foam cups and paper plates
We don't call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I.
That's pass intereference, automatic first down
Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst clown
Be in the PJ's in NY, rockin DK
Mix EJ with OJ, OK, we say
"L.A. niggaz got crazy came
like John Elway got a superbowl ring"
The homies down for whatever, we stack the chedda
Swiss bank accounts, and mo' mozzarella fella
(Chorus)
Outro:
Ugh! And it don't stop!
HAHA, WESTSIDE RIDERS BABY, HAHA!
Damn nigga, what's wrong wit you
[Ras Kass]
(I reign) I reign more cop than Johnny
Sippin' tanquery with o.j.
Sportin' bruno mali
Not guilty but filthy
Smellin' like Chritstian Dior
Infiniti QX4, gimme yours
Of course, sinnin
Swimmin' in the abdomen of pretty women
Love to love ya, like Timbaland
When in the endin
Like three strikes in the ninth inning
I rock satin boxers, cotton socks and denim
The game he kick, special teams couldn't return
Got you wild like a texturizer
Burn like the ultra-perm, toss it up like a geyser
Sosa, kosher, nostra, like keyser
And got a thing for rehabilitating hood-rats
Who keep their hair and nails done
And they legs waxed
I peep that, you got a man, but you want a homie
Love a friend, my sentiments exactly
Get at me
chorus [Karida Johnson]
I like your style, can we kick it, oh wow
Baby, so you can get at me
[Ras Kass] I got no game, It's just the women Understand my story
I got a man, but we can still be friends
So you can get at me, baby, baby-bay, baby
Verse Two
Some things make you happy just to be alive
Like seeing Toni Braxton naked on the cover of the vibe
Drive, like hitting two-twenty-five
In the pin with no spot
I survive drama and then know when to lick shots
Keep a top notch just a phone call away from my crotch
Never brought sand to the beach
Cause these streets is baywatch (true)
You know how we do
Satin lingerie I see through
Now she barely even kiss you
Leaving 1-7-7-1-5-4-0-0 on my pager (I miss you boo)
Your chicken-head wife was poultry
Undersexed and sultry
That's the rhyme and reason why we committed adultery
I swear, womens love from bel-air to welfare
Chalkin' up these frequent flyer miles on Con-Air
Her momma shoulda named her Casino
She got the liquor in the front
Poke her in the rear
chorus
Verse Three
You know my steez though
Dark skin and creole, I'm 'bout it
Just without the Master P dough
But see though, my tax bracket decent and increasin
Make no mistake
You cant get a slice if you don't bake the cake
To reverse trick
My silly ex-bitch transport brick
For twenty percent - commission
She dressed up with no where to go
While I'm blowin up your dress like Marilyn Monroe
For show, at my girl party, flowin
But I think she caught me like a nazi
Now I'm servin', she got me under surveilence
Like John Gotti, now I'm signin' on the low
Actin' straight Illuminati
Don't get mad, I'm only being honest
It's Clarence Thomas (fuck you Ras)
You promise
Then freak me, slightly below the hips
And blow me a kiss with your pussy lips
Get at me
chorus
Chorus: (sampled from Black Moon's "How Many MC's Must Get Dissed")
Pen predator
Pen predator, et cetera et cetera (7X)
Pen predator, et cetera, yeah right
1st Pull:
Niggaz know it's about that time without a Schoolly D Gucci
I pop that pussy ass rapper and leave it up to Luke to Pop the Coochie
Truly a wretched steelo -- kept you Under Seige like Seagal
Cause I housed more niggaz than that faggot named RuPaul
Y'all all suffer the consequences
I dispense dope sentences without a prescription
prefixes asphyxiate bitches who flips linguistics
Representin the West, relevant to relentless sentences
If renegade rebels resent this wicked syntax (then jack)
Revert to revolution Ras reverse, reverberates
Revolvin with written retalliation, rate repetitious
Reflex flex, regret niggaz regress to less than recoup
When recording, I wreck, records
Reflect stupid, it's so much more than just another rap and sample
Cause I model more styles than Naomi Campbell
See we been burning idiots with lyrical syphillis
Since E.S.T. was Ackniculous, the nickle slick meticulous
ventriloquist when I throws my voice over the Western HemisFear
While my peers step over a Trail of Tears
Go get a job as a chandelier wit a glass jaw like dat
I brings the impact to fracture mandibles, and manhandle the youth
Since my mental exceeds every MC I've perceive credible
Now becomes edible, kid!
And yo, I'm D for wreckin when reputations collide
But zhoom dum da dum, dadada dum dum
Suicide it's a suicide
("Pen predator, et cetera, et cetera") --> repeat 10X
("Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah right")
2nd Pull:
I pull bitches like a lesbian and could come the fuck off
with a vasectomy, in depth I be deeper than Bosses' recipe
Incite recitation forever Ras Rock Steady like Buck when breakin on ducks
Who get props by association
Buy if ya lyrics suck, then fuck ya record label's juice
Ock, I rock hip-hop non-stop and got more juice than Snapple
Intricate to simplistic stylistics I solicit
It gets niggaz open like fallopian ovulation
Fuckin these kids like the Michael Jackson molestations
Sendin ya back as the U.S. Nation did AIDS infected refugee Haitians
Uhh, yeah niggaz so what's the haps
You could put up ya dukes but in the West they bust caps
So bulletproof fists is the only way I'm gone miss, but peep this
My mental's the bullet, my tongue's the finger that pull it
Check the method, soundtrack voodoo uh and bamboo like strapped
Come better you, oh sorry verbal dyslexic
You better come strapped like bamboo and a voodoo soundtrack
And make sure not even one bar sounds wack (bitch)
Cause we take the best shit and make it classic
Yeah, it goes down
Yeah, it goes down
Uh-huh, it goes down
It goes down
I thought you knew it went down
Believe that
I rock Versacci, sippin' VSOP and Hennessey in foam cups
Motorola flips with illegal chips dip-pin' like Teela
Where everybody momma collectin' money from fiend
Five series Beamer, one-hundred and eighty-nine horsepower
I like bitched with dimples and nipples the size of silver dollars
Rollin' three deep in Eddie Bauers chokin' out LAPD Rottweilers
Like chihuahuas, all day everyday in Southern California
Where the dogs and the ribs stay and nowadays fools don't know
How to act 'cause we all wanna be Tony Montana
Matter of fact, gimme five we got dap, gimme twenty-five
We got a bird and profit is made so while the homey cut Cavvy
With a razor blade I rock beats without baking soda
And money gets watched it's only illegal if you get caught
Thought you knew 'cause the DEA do it too keep separate books
For the internal revenue capitalism is pimps and hoes
In ninety-six I 'spose anything goes
Big bank take little bank anything goes
Legal or illegal however you make your cash flow
Big bank take little bank ahh anything goes
Legal or illegal however you make your cash flow
All you PH Ballers, Dirty Mack's need to KG
I'd rather be a dope MC than a broke OG
I get, manicures to keep my cuticle suitable player
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful
I got a pocket full of C-notes and food stamps
Just big bills and free meals baby so lamp
'Cause jealousy gets you burned like bad perms
If you live you learn, I spit game like Chick Hearns
To women with, measurements of 38-24-36 with DSL's
But money talks ESL in the game of Monopoly
If you don't pass go then go di-rectly to jail
'Cause I've seen fools that struggle and turn
They own self into the po-po it keeps the humble
Of they cool low selling ten dollar J's right up
Under the man's nose, nigga anything goes
Big bank take little bank anything goes
Legal or illegal however you make your cash flow
Big bank take little bank ahh anything goes
Legal or illegal however you make your cash flow
One for the money, money, two for the show, show
Three for the ladies but all they wanted was one
It's one for the money, money, two for the show, show
Three for the ladies but all they wanted was one
Niggaz got stripes like, Tony the Tiger but niggaz
Got strikes like Oral Hershiser so look alive
Inflation rise like yeast S and L scandal stole millions
But we need more police to take back our streets, it's drama
We all know that one-time be extortin' them big-ballers
Gettin' extradited with warrants in three states
Overcrowded prisons hopin the DA drop the case
So uhh, I ain't forgot about the homey Kevin
He pled no contest and got stretched till ninety-seven
Dizmost and Little Dags hold tight
I know I seldom shoot kites but I be tryin' to get my pockets right
My ideal real is Big Willie pourin' out Dom P
for the dead homies with bitches splittin' Phillies, call it ends
Call it loot scrilla cream green flow or dough
But to get mo' nigga, anything goes
Big bank take little bank anything goes
Legal or illegal however you make your cash flow
Big bank take little bank anything goes
Legal or illegal however you make your cash flow
Big bank take little bank anything goes
Legal or illegal however you make your cash flow
Big bank take little bank anything goes
Legal or illegal however you make your cash flow
It's no disguise, it makes no sense
It doesn't fit, if it doesn't fit, you must acquit
So it goes
One for the money, money, two for the show, show
Three for the ladies but all they wanted was one
It's one for the money, money, two for the show, show
Three for the ladies but all they wanted was one
One for the money, money, two for the show, show
Three for the ladies but all they wanted was one
It's one for the money, money, two for the show, show
Intro:
"Soul" (echo)
Hook:
"Soul on ice"
Verse 1:
I was told two wrongs don't make a right
But three rights make a left
Act your age not your color
But I'd rather act darker
Mark a page with mazes of labyrinth
Fuck up a rhyme so bad
I leave the microphone abstinent
To MC or not to MC?
Beyond B.E.T. and MTV exists me
Origin
Cause God created man and man created hip hop
I declined to participate until I was orientated
I heard 50,000 drivebys
And 49,999 was lies
No surprise, as the sun rises
Thine eyes have seen the light
But we stalk the night
I expose like an overbite
In limbo I lamp
Rape the lady kill the tramp
The wrong action for the motive
So now
Give me 50,000 black angry role models
Take me to DC I'll throw the first fuckin' bottle
Cause I don't give a fuck about a menial existence
And I don't give a fuck about nonviolent resistance
Civil right will not suffice
In the name of Jesus Christ they got my Soul On Ice
Hook
Verse 2:
Walkin' on skulls cause I'm two steps ahead
So I started at square three
Now I'm Cubed like O'Shea Jackson be
Subzero catching fatalities to my spirituality
Smoke like a chimney, drink like a Kennedy
Still no remedy
Fuck shooting a fair one
Cause open cuts from fuckin' some nigga up
Can lead to contracting HIV positivity
You never know who got traits of femininity
What agwan, pussy wool blood clot
And deal with the bullshit bodybot business faggot
You play the villain
There will be another soundbwoy killin'
Benadryl pumps through my adrenaline
Feelin' my raps weight
I track Heavy like Tony Dofat
Hip hop is 2% milk but mostly no fat (phat)
And most MCs ain't prepared
So what I say goes over your head like pubic hair
In 1999 (flip the script)
Triple six
One world government "Novus Ordo Seclorum"
Check your dead president
Represented on the one dollar bill
And if Clinton was the answer it was a stupid question
My Soul's On Ice
Intro
Psssshh i guess niggaz don't realize a good thing til it's gone
You know what i'm sayin man?
Runnin around in these streets trickin shit's hard man
You know? but sometimes man
Fools be bringin that shit on they god damn self
Verse one
Nappy headed nigga stigmatism at birth
Born to a family of four and so that makes me one fourth
Of a dysfunctional home
I had a father who only stayed to see me grown
When i turned twelve he was gone
Alone, no role model
I used to watch my granddaddy and uncle hit the bottle
And then hit each other
Granddaddy beat grandmother, but that's before my time
But i still see how it affected her mind
As a child i introverted, and drew pictures
While my mother prayed to jesus reading king james scriptures
She used to take me to church so i could put money in the basket
Tell the preacher how she used to get her ass kicked
And me, i mastered the art of hatred
After pops left ran with my niggaz tryin to take shit
Petty theft, i got caught a few times, but bust it
Life is a bitch so fuck it
In eighty-one i remember the night
I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light
Cause god is white, and bo derek is a ten
I hate my black skin, it's just a sin to be a nigga
Then again, i'm like the frenchman, cause granny's creole
And therefore, we're black french people
So i think it's best if i go to catholic school
And study under nuns and then i'll be a catholic fool
Cause none of these cults want none of us up
And don't none want to see none of us live to be adults, sheeit
No wonder brothers take lives for red and blue
It's the evil that men do
Chorus
But every nigga on my block
Can't stop, and he won't stop, and he don't stop (repeat 4x)
Interlude
Nigga, nigga wake yo' punk ass up nigga!
Nigga *smack* *smack* wake yo', wake yo' punk ass up! *siren*
(where the fuck we at?) *helicopter*
Nigga, one time nigga
(man i feel strange man, and i'm fin to go man)
Shit, i'ma get you out, shit, bitches man)
(fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am i gonna do man?) *siren*
We go make another gold lp nigga stop trippin nigga
Nigga we own a gold lp, nigga stop trippin!
Verse two
By the time i hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts
I grew twelve inches so now it's time to fuck sluts
Never respected women, just had to keep my dick wet
Fucked this virgin named lena, i made a bet
With my homies i could hit it first, then kicked her to the curb
Til next year, i got a call from my man kurt
Since i never used jims i left a seed in the earth
That left a nigga feelin like dirt
Cause now i'm a father, and got a two-week old daughter
Ironically, don't even know her name it's a damn shame
And ol girl never told me she was havin my baby
The more i thought about, she fuckin played me
Cause the family's lookin at me like i raped her
Plus with another fuckin mouth to feed i need paper
Did a caper, and took my guinness stout to the head
September 1990, drunk drivin, the light turned red
Somebody hit from the rear, i hit the brakes
Then lost control of the steering wheel
Hit a black camaro and that's all i remember that night
I woke up to a five-oh flashlight
The car that i hit had exploded on impact
One woman escaped, but the driver was trapped, he burned to death
Manslaughter, off to c-y-a
Liftin weights in the yard and playin spades all day
Now i'm eighteen, hit the county in the mix
"name and last three!" austin, oh-six-six
By now grandpa went crazy and my uncle had died
And me i'm at the ranch makin pruno in wayside
In ninety-three, i got probation
Searchin for an occupation, cause now i'm pickin restitution, confusion
I'm lookin at myself and seein every other nigga i knew
It's the evil that men do
Chorus
Hook/Chorus:
Now I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam Rock the park
In the Bronx, but I still snap skulls in the dark
So can you recoginze shit is real
When I shove this ampex 4-9-9 up your rectum
I'm ready to bust every bitch niggas cherry
See these floods in January got me lookin' in the mirror
Screamin' Bloody Mary
Unnecessary representin', equal set trippin'
Divided by my tennis hoe pimpin'
Got all ya'll niggas dippin', like Lipton Tea Bags, son
His stilo Jeet Kune Do the way of the intercepting fist
Intercepting every sublimial dis
Geographic, prejudice against increments of incredulos legislature
Pschologically, I masturbate with the hands of fate
So bust nuts on Mother Nature coming on your landscape
I'm pressing California license plate
For niggas in all 50 fucking states
But it's biting me and fighting me
Inviting me to rhyme I can't hold it back
I'm lookin' for the line
Takin' off my lamb skin, Marc Buchanan
Cause I'm a make you see L.A. (U.C.L.A.) like Ed O'Bannon
Nigga come in peace and brothers can kick it
But you ain't gonna walk me streets
When back east you sellin' wolf tickets
Reciprocate the player hatin'
Bring the bullshit to you
Going through yo coast, like the Green Gar GNU
Who said no is good gnews
But gniggas is gnot gnowing about the gnext shit that I be flowin'
So don't represent at my expense
It's too expensive
The first and last line of my definse is my sentence
You got causght off the coast of the Pacific Ocean
Found face down floatin'
With yo' fuckin' neck broken
Hook
I walk the planet and create tremors
If nnuttin' else here's all you need to remember
LLA'Y LLA KCUF for all you backwards niggas
Pschologically, we grapple an MC
Like Gracie at the UFC so place me in your octagon
Coward on mix tapes and interviews, I be hearing you
Certain dissiden'ts dis from a distance
Disresect and discriminate
Bitch I laminate that ass
And wear it at the New Music Seminar for a badge
Mash or get twisted
Dem gwan front like Rosa Parks
But them marks is broke wristed (bytch)
YOu got superiority complex
Based on old statisitics, now listen
Respect due to the pioneers
But what you burrogh did in 83'
Is ancient history brah'
So why these niggas actin' like
Since they live in the state
That rap originates
They automatically, all time greats?
It takes classic material to phat shit
Hook
Not proof of New York residence and an accent
Who expresses the freshest the
West Coast was ressurcted
By me, I'm the mother fuckin' man like homo erectus
So why it matter where rap started
If I wanted to hear from asshole I would have farted
I'm a West Coast artist down wit' clicks from 510 to 516
But dis indiscriminately and you sid me
Fundamentally is the ability to smother suckas
So if rap was born to another then that makes me your mothas-fucka
Cause I'm the type of nigga to go to yo' show
Fuck yo' ho
Then nut on yo' promotional T-shirt
Eternally, verbally I fucks your head up like
Florence and Normandie (Easily I approach)
Hook:
Well i think i'm going out of my head
Yes i think i'm going out of my head
I think i'm think i'm think i'm...
Life's a bitch then you never come back...
Yo! peep the realness...
Verse one:
I'm a shadow of my former self
So when the sun sets west
I rock and slap box with hip hop;
Cuz its much harder to get props than it is to fall off and flop
I payed dues til i paid do nots.
And will never will what you say affect the outcome --
See, momma always told me opinions are like assholes;
Cuz everyone has got one.
But you couldn't tell me shit if i stepped in it.
Once i enter psychosis, paranormal, focus i perplex niggas and niggettes,
I play this rap shit closer than gilettes against the neck and juglar vien
Blowing out my own fucking brain without lead projectiles,
Bled when i project styles and meanwhile, existence is a life sentence
And since i'm broke i take the risk, forced to hustle
'cuz raw power moves, require muscle knowing i'm going out trife
Already got one strike, two more and that's life without possibility of
Paroll
Having to stroll in my shoes ain't easy
Lookin' forward to 3 hots from a cell block fuckin' my fifi nigga feel me?
'cuz if it ain't the cancer sticks i hit this hypertension's gonna kill me
And fuck a platinum plaque, all i want is a niggas dap
And enough snaps to put clothes on my daughters back steph.
See this without an optometrist i'm stuck in the middle of this bitch -
Like ya momma's gynacologist.
Make a radio hit - headz criticize it;
Underground classic - nobody buys it:
So, rap is fucked
And everything blowing up sounds redundant
But money talks and bullshit does 9 flat in the hundred
And goddamn if i don't slam my wallets in danger
So i'm coming out like unborn baby's with hangers
And chronic stress is comtemplated so fuck being high ras kass is elevated
Chorus:
Well i think i'm going out of my head, reelishymn, reelishymn
Yes, i think i'm going out of my head, reelishymn, reelishymn
Well i think i'm going out of my head
Yes, i think i'm going out of my head
Verse two:
Who can i blame cuz my skull can't contain these thought waves
My syntax hydroplanes as though my brain
Slides over liquidated grains of asphault caught cranial calluses
Over analysis leads to paralysis, mediocrity my nemesis
Try to fuck every radical feminist i meet, call it engage and defeat
That's the reason why black men hide in the womb, homes
Cuz life is all taxes and tombstones
So as flesh and bone i zone my thoughts explode with rap shranel syntax;
That'll wax to the past, and present the future of ras kass lies in the
Skull
Like the coronal suture
So i write truly fat shit for the core audience
But sometimes i wonder does it really exist?
Cuz true lyricists in hip-hop joe public be dissin
Niggas don't relate
Elevate and its treated like elevator music
Cuz' nigga don't listen
But ridicle is the burden of genius
Have you ever seen this socioeconomic gullitine rip?
A nigga's hopes and dreams
And now i'm lead to believe that life is all about cream
I'm living a life idealistically principle over profit
But realistically good intentions are micropic to fat pockets
Exploitation is world's oldest occupation
And it's the task of jamaican chicken when a nigga gets jerked
Causing me to revert to verses -
Versus snapping like your neighborhood post office worker
(before the source and rappages)
Niggas said my rhyme wasn't fly now i have the juice like omar epps
And crooked i
Fools be on my dick like foreskin
But what before then, so now when niggas prop me i'm skeptical
Becuz this rap shit is extremely unethical
And with slight notoriety comes anxiety
Now i'm supposed to play celebrity when nobody celebrated me at my d.o.b
And label reps wanna play me;
But i'm familar with record company rule #4080:
Fuck luther and sadie for talking food out my babies mouth denying sample
Clearance
I'm losing my mind
Outter body experience it's paranormal
I say it ain't all good though
So fuck the world with an aids infected dildo (doggy style)
Life's a bitch named monogamy -- you only get one --
I'm trapped in this path of pathology
Chorus:
And i think i'm going out of my head, check it, reelishymn, reelishymn
Yes, i think i'm going out of my head, check it out, reelishymn,
Reelishymn
Well i think i'm going out of my head, reelishymn, reelishymn
Yes, i think i'm going out of my head, it's the reelishymn
[Ras Kass]
(yea, yea YEAH)
What, you don't want it, niggas liver than Teen Summit
The Wild Pitch, America's Most drunk and blunted
Stick to fishes, black widows kick this vicious
Hot shit bitch, Wild Pitch
[Jah Skillz]
I'm the, funkalistic, rapper choke an instant
Got mixed wit, Malibu rums and Mistic
I'm a whole lot on it, yea just a smidget
Just 'cause I live by the beach like ?Gidget?
You must think I'm small time like that biz midget
Add three piece smart mouth like bitches
And you got me, Jah Killa jet ski ills
Take me to the edge like poppin pills
Straight up, no chase, hold up unless I'm bein followed
Never swallow anything unless it's from a bottle
And that's the whole truth, and nothin but the truth so help me God
By the powers invested upon my 5 Footaz squad
You ain't ready, oh 'cause you dress like psychadelli
You the GMC like Chevy, I put a levy on yo cash flow
Just a little something to let yo ass know
Who to give 2 kind to when you pass go
Chorus [Xzibit]
You dealin wit alumni criteria
The one's that throwin Wild Pitches in ya area
Strikin you out, sending you back to the dugout
We goin up to your microphones pullin the plug out
Superior, alumni criteria, we the MCs that you make you feel inferior
Throwin Wild Pitches, fuckin your riches and your bitches
Rasassination, Jah Skillz, and Xzibit
[Ras Kass]
I ejaculate on blind justice wit the jury's se quested
And escape, run in a nigga's face like Hannibal Lector
The aqua-mati, my pen is penitentiary
Potenially plain paid for protocall pacific pro perfect cap pealer
Performing skull circumsitions, when I position the prism
Permiscuis wit other people's pussy ?pawn? wit the playa like Big Pun
Poisonous poet, I Master "p" like UHHHHHHH!!!
Skillz ?cotted? enabled
Herb you just and ingrown hair in the world of tweezers
We can dance before I crack MC's like Gator in jungle fever
Got them speakin in number like SoundScan
Severed the ears off your soundman, black Israelite
Like four-hundred and forty-four thousand
Niggas talk like dog, we'll walk like cat
I'm Ozzy Osbourne bitin the head off of rats
When they started bustin, fuck the Russian
We playin West Indian Roulette, ?some of mine? blind get wet
>From New Jack to Vet I can modem
Comes off like three adam's apples in the inner scrotum
My rhyme ?, clearin my sinus, bitch slime on your Iceberg
And let the virus cross appliance
Chorus
[Xzibit]
Give birth to earth to planet, we harder than granite
And concrete, man made could never compete, complete down to the core
Weighing in tons, hotter than lava, God, Javi, Jahovah, Allah heavenly Father
Nuns to bank robbers, wealth beyond the dollar
Here to school the scholar, make new born babies
No live for no bitch or lady, they try to play me
We flowin like the Mississsippi to the River Euphrates
One-hundred and eighty times two, one complete rotation
Fit any situation for a small donation, live on location
Third planet from the sun
Travel 24 hours you spend a lifetime to run
Witness the slave shot he bolted to a gat and a gun
>From Hitler, Musolini, to Attila the Hun
Imagine existence wit no fear, tears never shed here
One day for me could last a thousand years
The first element baby, one two....
My puglistic linguistic rapping
is a mixture of slug 'em in
Slug 'em in
Plug 'em in, plug 'em in
Come to spread it
The world exclusive
Check it
From the underground producers
Turn your face stone like Medusa
Slap dick on a wicked pitch
...... sons
Those who burn hurt turn nuns
I be jumpin' through the flame
With the name B.O.B.B.Y.
Makin' a hobby
Smoke the honey dip got my throat groggy
You doo-doo brain dirtbag derelict dumbfuck
What the fuck is wrong with you dickhead?
Numb-nuts
Just because you made a song or two
What's the balance due on your royalties?
Record companies spoil me
As the ... hot oil me
Fuck that savage back up
Wu-Tang step inside the club
Niggas might act up
One potato
Smack you like the crossfader
Rap data, ...... the elevators
Escape the projects, livin' inside the skyscraper
Fuck that I'm takin' back the forty acres
...... nature
(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby)
[Ras Kass]
(Huh)
Yo, my Eve called 1-Adam-12, I got arrested
At first she protested
But only the seventh son of ... had the power
Before the Midori Sour with red cherries
Hereditary trait, seeking salvation like the Cranberries
Wrote Murder with Angela Lansbury often
Til my biological clock stops and my casket falls
We sell tix like Boston basketball
C-arson was askin' y'all
Is Ras Kass the last to fall victim for wearin' no mask at all?
No gimmicks, just me bein' me
But you ain't bendin' or offendin' me
Cuz anyways Hennessy used to be a better friend to me
But I had to stop drinkin' so many pints (Why?)
'Cuz the tendency to forget
It ain't baseball, America's favorite national pastime is white
supremacy
Never seen a nigga granted clemency
My metaphors is meta-five
My styles go up in your ... little boy, you get fucked, like pedophiles
When it's all said and done I'ma retire to an island in the Caymans
Enslavin' caucasians livin' off your mama's life savings
I take it all in stride
Dennis Rodmans laced to the side
This nigga glide, like Clyde
My hands was tied
Silent cries screamed genocide
When two-thirds of the planet died in the end
The end justifies the means
The end is power
(Power) Power corrupts -- absolute power corrupts absolutely
The waterproof MC you ain't wettin' me
You need to stop rappin' and start robbin' banks like Steady B
Cause see no matter how much green you make
You never taste the avocado just another broke Versace model
Tiger Woods ain't even up to par in the game of survival
That's why I'm pissin' in y'all Cristal bottles
Drink Listerine brush my teeth with amphetamine
So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between
You strike to five my average snorter, I want a woman
With the body of a hoochie and a personality like Gloria
Can't even say I didn't know 'cause while we wanna be
NWA they create the NWO
How many years, fo' mo' so fuck them fake John Gotties
Ain't got no Mazzeraties I be at the party sippin' on Todies
My niggas pumpin' areas, out Audies in Saudi
I'm thuggish ruggish to the bone, and I'm gonna dis everybody
Chorus (x2):
You want the truth, can't handle the truth, you want
Lexus Moonroof, Hennesssy 80 proof
Niggas scared to death, playin' the game of life
Soul on ice
I keep the afterparty swervin', *inhale* not quite like Michael Irvin
Edumacating urban youth, like it or not
These soliloquies explain our people's lack of stability
You keepin it real, but ain't got a clue what reality really be
See the diameter of your knowledge
Is the circumference of your activity, me
I knew the deal before Babyface went solo, baggin' dime pieces
Stackin' dividends and dressin' in more linen than Yoko Ono
But on the low doe we fightin' over the scraps
Worshippin' the almighty dollar
In God We Trust, look it over
Now what the fuck pyramids got to do with the pilgrims or Jehovah
Novus Ordo Seclorum means New World Order
That's why I keep my friends close and my enemies closer
We runnin' around in thousand dollar clown suits
Better get some boots when Lucifer turn your city to Beirut
Chorus: (x2)
You want the truth, cna't handle the truth, you want
Lexus Moonroof, Hennessy 80 proof
Niggas scared to death, playin' the game of life
Soul on ice
Void one time got Lela Rochon callin' my Jimmy Sunshine
Fifth floor on the Mandriane, so go 'head fella
Pop your dime, I'm the man whose esophagus
Transform to a gat like Megatron
He'a sporter known to Bob Costas, give it a name and you a hater
But violence don't play that game
Guerilla penmanship, the, preacher impeacher
Heat seek an MC when I get pissed like a urethra
My day-to-day I'm tryin' to bubble, first place
This paper I chase, Touch Me and Tease Me like Case
But in the millenium, this CREAM turns electronic
UPC barcodes on the hand is demonic
They got concentration camps from Alaska to Jersey
But when the President declare a national emergency
You can't crock notes tryin' to Rock The Vote
I'm spittin' razor-sharp quotes tryin' to slit a nigga's throat
Chorus: (x2)
You want the truth can't handle the truth, you want
Lexus Moonroof, Hennessy 80 proof
Niggas scared to death, playin' the game of life
Soul on ice
Uh, uh
Yeah
I'm rhymin', beats provided by Diamond
For the live ones not the shook ones
For the riders not the hook ones
Immaculate conception like a black madonna in mangers
My crew consist of millionaires failures and gangbangers
Say my name like candyman
Then i'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand
I span forty nine states bounce rock skate
Similar to movin weight out of state
Lyrics lacerate spinal columns "i bury all cockroaches"
Stare in his face, stomp-in on bustas like kirk franklin
Intrigued by the speed of a 911 porsche? "but of course"
Still screaming behold a pale horse
Watch my flame turn green like a promethean torch
Pay no child support when me and my divorce
Some of y'all cats in the game look confused
Where's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?
Gotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when
Oh-three-one is gangbangin in brooklyn
"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> nas
To all my live ones, not my shook ones
"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> nas
To all the riders, not the hook ones
"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> nas
Music to live by, music to die by
"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> nas
Uhh, music to driveby
I puff the black & mild, crusin on a harley -- flickin ashes
Givin crazy baldheads the finger like bob marley
Suaver than synthetic players, that's my word
See ever since the days of turkish gold chains and cross cords
Uncle sam wanna play me on some
"all you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies"
Yeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists
They keep a brother fightin federal cases, "ju know"
I'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick -- so i sharpen it...
And stuck ron goldman
If ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right
Sometimes i'd rather have two dykes than five mics
See i'm fat, my shit is mo' john blaze than that
I got john blaze shit, and then i was un-recognized, and then fuck that
Who is you to be askin me questions?
Bustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines
"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> nas
To all my live ones, not the shook ones
"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> nas
To all the riders, not the hook ones
"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> nas
Music to live by, music to die by
"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> nas
Uhh, music to driveby
Now if i ever fall off, then take a picture trick
But i'ma play dennis rodman and kick you in the... damn!
Hip-hop smoothed out on the r&b; tip, with a pop feel appeal to it
I'm so for real to it
I cream it, wet dream it
Support it like a wonder bra, when i bust like cleavage
Eff a spot lock up, i rock three-quarter top nikes
On the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes
Fifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace
No bail, no release, from inglewood court
South to la brea then east to the pen, handcuffed
I shoulda jumped off the roof like mack 10
Create the funny styles with the chokers round the neck
Flossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest
Ras kass the nova don juan, the phenomenon
You know i'm the bomb, i raise hell like spawn
"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> nas
To all my live ones, not my shook ones
"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> nas
To all the riders, not the hook ones
"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> nas
Music to live by, music to die by
"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> nas
Uhh, music to driveby...
...to all my live ones, not my shook ones
"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> nas
To all the riders, not the hook ones
"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> nas
Music to live by, music to die by
"understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> nas
Verse One:
Stay in school was the motto, but I'd rather hit lotto
Swallow a shot of tequila but leave the worm in the bottle
In the spot with a BAC of .13
And when my voice hits the mic I electrocute Spit like Beat Street
I lounge with a clique, thick as the '93 Freaknik
Smokin a beadie, flippin the script like a hermaphrodite
So choose your weapon if ya got beef, chief
Cause we can take it to the looseleaf sheets or concrete streets
Cause Ras not strapped is like LL without a hat
Syntax attacks, head cracks, they know David Horowitz would strike back
The night I got dice accidentally stepped on money's Nikes
He tried to break fool and threw a glass full of ice to incite the fight
But didn't know who flew heads
I got ??? like Ricky Randall takin the legs off Chavez
Instead ya lose, he got punked for his shoes
Cause just like BB King I'm givin niggaz the blues
Chorus:
Times is hard, brothers is frontin' but they ain't about nothin'
So ya won't catch me runnin' (x4)
Verse Two:
I step through crews as if they was holograms
Been inside of more vaginas than a diaphragm, so I don't give a damn
Kid, I am the man that you think you are
5'5" and throwing hooks like Abdul-Jabbar
Servin' these kids like pediatrics, practice the tactics
And suckers cover your head, just like a prophylactic does
Thought he wasn't when he was gettin' retarted
Rented a U-haul truck when the LA riot started
Slid my homeless brother a buck, and ducks duck
The verbal buck-buck, boo-ya, who ya
Figure will be stylin' when Cali is an island (FAT!!!)
It's my fault, my shake from Brooklyn to Vegas
The earthquakes on lyrics ya plates like San Andreas
Would be rumblin', you're not ready for my fly type of genre
I'll rock your world like ugly Wanda
Chorus
Verse Three (LP Version):
Now money talks and bullshit walks in the street on the daily
And niggas pull my strings like a ukelele, but
I lust ruckus like I used to lust Halle Berry
But now I bat wack motherfuckers like Dave Justice
Must bust nuts
Because he's married
1 time this brother tried to step and thought the little guy was scar-ied
Tryin' to freak all up on the girl I was dancin' with like he's invincible
Not that the ho was important but it's the principle
Involved, I said, "Yo black this my lady pal"
The stupid nigga laughed and said, "Well she my bitch too now"
So what can you do when boys is men
Our self-image depends on the next man's scrimmage so I sin
Cause thou shalt not kill, but I tried my best
Left my fingerprints in his neck
I never understand why brothers try to act up on one another
But if the static is comin'
Fool, you won't catch me runnin'
Verse Three (EP Version):
Stop your flow like its menopause the men all pause
Cramp your style like P.M.S
Suckers checking for lumps in they chest
Like breast cancer
My stanza gets censorship from Reverend Calvin Butts
but he could suck my diction, dictation is ridiculous
indicative of dictatorship
Today's four letter words were standard english until 1066
and ignorance is bliss
So as I sag my Ralph Lauren chaps
Walking into lyrical scraps
I'm knocking niggas off the map
See more stars than astronomy
Not near one can follow me
Thougts premeditated like two Melendez brothers
(Xzibit): Yea. That's what I'm talking about
(Ras K.): Yea
(Xzibit): The homie John John up in this motherfucker
(Ras K.): Yea
(Xzibit): Mr. X to the Z with a public service announcement
for all you faggot ass rappers
(Ras K.): What's that?
(Xzibit): They think just because a nigga's rapping
with a label behind him, it's all great
(Ras K.): Yep
(Xzibit): It's modern day pimps and hoes going on
Ask EPMD, rap is still out of control
Cause hip-hop plus glocks = Scott La Rock, Tupac and Biggie Smalls
I figure y'all niggaz brawl for lack of protocol
Now I'm gonna take matters into my own hands, like masturbation
Another 39 suicidal rap is at heavens gate waiting to battle with Satan
Rassassination: taking heads like decapitation (ching!)
Trapped in infatuation (really)? Back up off me
Kiss my ass. Then wake up n' smell the coffee
See, when you're broke and unknown, your baby's mama clown you
Your family down's you. Don't want your own kid around you
You ain't shit. Don't do shit
Ain't gone never be shit. So its quits
Two video's later, she's on your dick (Bitch)
When your albums selling, she "Don't Worry, Be Happy."
Bragging to her friends: "That's just my babies daddy!"
And sadly, niggaz start acting like they shit don't stink
But wait: you getting cut like the wedding cake
The music business is straight Mafioso:
Jewish, Italiano, and Black
My BMI/ASCAP platinum placque rap track
Bootleg my shit to japan. At Swap Meets, sell my same shit back
Long sharks break legs. We break beats state to state
And record deals? That shit belong with a fucked up interest rate
(Chorus 2x):
(Parish Smith sample): Music Please, music please
(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you treat me so bad?"
(Parish Smith sample): Music please..music please
(Other sample): "I don't know why baby!"
(Xzibit): Just handle your business
(Verse 2)
It's sort of like the label is the devil:
R&B;, Pop, Gospel to Heavy Metal
They make doe pimping the ghet-to
Label mates: different rats in the same rat race
The production company is the nigga that you learn to hate
Management is your crimy. Your lawyer is your liar
And when your famous but po', you set your accountants office on fire
It's like this: they loan you $1
For you just to break even, they stack $10
When you finally make one dollar, your profit is Andrew Jack-son ($20)
You skinny. They got plenty. The Benjamins? Before you see any
They getting G's: big cheese.
No Vaseline fucking dope M.C.'s, "so freeze"
Call the police chief? It takes a thief
Here's everything you need to know about the record industry,
like a chief.
'Cause labels is doing $300,000 deals;
Blowing coke smoke up my ass, but we both know crack kills.
Not very many, rappers ever see a penny
But double platinum is two million units. CD's cost $20.
(Too true) So here's a clue
Somebody just make $40,000,000 and it sho' wasn't you
(Chorus 2x):
(Parish Smith sample): Music Please, music please
(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you treat me so bad?"
(Parish Smith sample): Music please..music please.
(Other sample): "I don't know why baby!"
(Xzibit): Just handle your business.
Want to know the relationship between hip-hop and drugs?
'Cause professional athletes, black actors, rappers, and thugs
all sleep in the same bed together
Rich black niggaz only kick it with other black people with cheddar
Same lifestyle: legal or illegal
It be us, swinging a three fuck getting skeed up with peanuts
Which leads up to this: a high turnover ration
Groupies turn tricks and be quick to give fellatio.
MC's get the pussy and fame.
Brothers essex floss with a corporate card
and charge it to the rappers name
But the label owners make all the real money
Just ask David Geffrey, Barry Gordy, Russel, or Puffy (ching, ching!)
Business? You don't get what you deserve. You negotiate
And everything is renegotiable based on the sales you generate
But hip-hop fans don't buy albums, and, then again, tend to player hate
The rapper that went Pop. But before this, I never knew
Skills don't pay the mother fucking bills. Money do
Is you stupid? How nice I represent don't pay rent
The R&B; ho who jock Theo on the radio buy your CD doe.
Rap magazines be screaming they keep it real
but keep it fake on the cover
Pulling tennis shoe and clothing advertisements. No wonder
Like Common "I Used to Love H.E.R."
Now I just fuck H.E.R. with two rubbers
(Chorus: repeats until end):
(Parish Smith sample): Music Please, music please
(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you treat me so bad?"
(Parish Smith sample): Music please..music please
(Other sample): "I don't know why baby!"
Ah, celebrate
Hahaha, yeah, ah
Vita Brevis, Ars Longa
Life is short, art is long
It's been a long time, I shouldn't of left you
But Priority Records be fuckin' up, nephew
Extraterrestrial poet, my pen stroke is grotesque
Rugged nigga, abrasive to any fo'flesh
So let's paint a thousand words worth a picture
Panoramic though, more esoteric than hieroglyphs and scriptures
And chemical mixtures, spit your's, not just kick words
Spit swords when we joust from the mouth dogg
Heard he got the hottest shit out, but Titanic emcees
Somehow manage to freeze
Fracture your flows so bandage your steez, no royalties
Subtract his mathematics like I was droppin' satanic degrees
Long time no see chico, still eatin' pussy at the Nico? (ha haaa)
I'm screamin' "Power to the people"
Most times, genius is misunderstood, but understand
You stand under unstable tables of foundation
My true occupation, dissemination of information
Usin' both sides of the brain, and I ain't complacent
Complain when I speak, fuck Priority Records
Like Prince, I'm writin' "slave" on my cheek, cause my kids gotta eat
Meanwhile A&R;'s sniffin' coke, gettin' kickbacks, fuck that
My written's like Christ wit a cross on his back
I'll breathe a total Black experience on a track
What use to be hot was what a emcee said
Now Hip-Hop don't respect you unless you platinum or dead
[Hook]
I'm Van Gogh, Van Gog
But you don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me
Clearly, cut off my ear severely
Van Gogh, Van Gogh, Van Gogh (yeah)
But you don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me
Clearly, cut off my ear severely
I'm down wit Violet Brown and ebony cats
Down wit 65 niggaz packin' 70 gats
I'm down wit Shinehead, Big Gipp, Goodie M-O-B
My nigga Twista, Killah Priest, and Pimp C
From UGK, Do Or Die, AK
Qwest the Mad LaD, Wendy Day
I self lord am master art form, metaphors and furthermore
Verbal masterpiece to master war, then master more
Cause a real nigga known to flow rigor mortis to stiffen your riffin'
Thugged out without Bloodin' or Crippin', till the needle start skippin'
The cut fuck your hairline up like Scott Pippen
Huh, hopin' the dummies stop frontin'
I'm like Illmatic, meets the Good Will Huntin'
Vocal innovator, be equal to or greater
Givin' people levels to digest the data
Cause you can't teach algebra to first graders
I'll school a hustler, about the Sixteen Crucified Saviors
Chrishna of India was Black, Quexalcote of Mexico, Black
Buddha was Black, actual facts
But niggaz only wanna know about money, pussy, and crack
I practiced building this strong rap track, and that's that
Phat rap, y'all keepin' it real, well that's wack
My rap snap torso, and crack back
Doin' this, that and the third
Givin' you my ear like Van Gogh, nigga, ya heard
Went to New York state, pushin' rhymes like weight
And watch some of these rap niggaz hate (what in the homo)
But its all love, Ice Cube did it, 2pac did it
And no matter what, I'ma die shittin', motherfucker
Josh Petell wrote "The Disenchanted Hero"
Hell no
[Hook]
I'm Van Gogh, Van Gogh
But you don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me
Clearly, cut off my ear severely
Van Gogh, Van Gogh, Van Gogh
But you don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me
Clearly, cut off my ear severely
Van Gogh, Van Gogh (yeah)
Cause really though, how I'm supposed to really blow
When you drop a album every 2 years and only shoot one video?
[DJ Khalil]
Damn, Ras
[Ras Kass]
Man, Khalil, they ain't gon' never understand, but don't trip
These labels, these magazines, radio, video shows...
They just as groupie as the groupies
They just as guilty as the artists for not keepin' this shit true
But hey, you gotta love it or leave it alone
An' I still love this ol' Hip-Hop shit
[Verse One]
West coast rap I run, and rhyme I rule
Not from old to new but from the true school
I lie, cheat, steal and rob
But I don't squab, giving the world a free paint job
Yes I smoke weed and sess
Green as the Hulk hold bottles of Old Gold
Push a ball point pen like a maintenance man
Sweep up wack Mcs with brooms and dust pans
Words I rock, plus mics equal Fahrenheit
I'm toxic wasting niggaz that's facing my topics
Don't sweat my mic checks like bomb threats
They passed wet didn't even bust yet
I'm a foul ball, punk niggaz can't catch it
In a straight jacket I write my rhymes with hatchets
So niggaz who bite raps, I hope your fucking lungs collapse
I'm on a vengeance writing rhymes with syringes
In West I loc, strong as camel smoke dope as heroin
MCs are parallel when I'm with my double barrel
Rhymes get hard as a callous, plus my dome with my palace
A one man gang, I'm mighty with fangs, wild slang, rob bang
Til brings hang from the songs I sang
Watch me break it down like a picture
I strike nerves, I throw curve rhymes like a pitcher
If blood wont find ya, the nine's gonna getcha
Skits so frantic shoot rhymes like an automatic
Niggaz panic when I let go the static frail
One step ahead in the future
Don't need a gun, when I can just let the rhyme shoot ya
[Chorus]
Bring it to the North, South
East and West
"Kill the world when I take a deep breath" [scratching]
[Ras Kass]
Don't represent at my expense
It's too expensive; I got the rapping world tensive
Fuck passive, grey mater in gallons, my brain contains
Talions, so totalitarian reign, western hemisphere
Half of the equator creative side of the brain ascertain it
I remain undetectable entity, stressing amenity
Got hostility sinister similes
Like fuck Mary, I'm the where in proximities to these wack raps
Actually each level is lower
At this rap shit Ras Kass Constricts like the Boa
My flows pro and polar be deep
I unfold like the rap sheet
And compete incomplete sleet so complete hard emcees turn into SWV
Leave them so, weak in the knees they can hardly breathe
Fuck a tree, my sentences provide the photosynthesis
I leave the god damn rap world suffocating
A new jack ain't nothing but a recent masturbation
Master medulla, mystical eyes of Medusa
Drown niggaz like gouch with or without a producer
I used to, want to be excepted by my peers
now I have none, conducive
Logical collusions, I rely on Mount Siyon
To waste hell and set it son
So get the 4-11 or the 911 1 hundred
Rhyme written shitting on your entire anthology
Anomaly there is no analogy competition is a fallacy
Fictious niggaz ain't ripping getting getting roped in like kids fishin
To the ones that kick the kids to the curb
Put a dick in your eardrum and fuck what ya heard
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Niggaz you can't run
And you sure as fuck can't hide
Who's first to die
When my violent lines collide
No escape my ciphers lock down like folks that provoke me
But your comments is the same (Don't approach me)
One step beyond what everyone considers tight
1995 Vietnam, motherfuckers wont survive
Niggaz wanna walk my path but they
don't know my path is like a plane crash aftermath
My lyrics is brimstone
I got squads caught up in my vortex
Coroners is running out of white sheets
I change the whole definition of a crime scene
Silent like graveyard ground duck down
You in the line of fire about to expire like coupons
Talent MCs get crushed like croutons
I'm dropping the triple O G you bomb
22 mega tons of dynamite
Saw verbal tongues of motherfuckers who ain't rhyming right
Test the best and grew Mcs with the fertilizer
Man and microphone stand brutalizer
My funk I'm deeper than a shalom
Rapper found dead with two spokes protruding from their spinal columns
I hear wack then counteract
Then build skills like robotek
Go text type to go techs of dope raps
So go ahead and act up nigga
You need a tea quarantine cause my style is contagious
I'm daring them
nigga rap lines of Jesus Christ
[Intro: Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)]
Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra)
Wu-Tang (herbs two times great, you heard of me)
Nigga, L.A.D. (six times I'll)
Rest in peace O.D.B. (La the Dark, Sun large)
GZA, Ras Kass, yeah (what's up, Wu-Universal)
Legendary...
[Scaramanga Shallah:]
Now it's the real beginning of the pages of Shams
Spit that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of grams
Sham's is the greatest fan, rock big cables of sands
Valleys and trunks, I got the mack ten
We can hit the alley with iron and thumper
Take it to the hands like the brand new Leonard
Niggaz goin' no mas, when the bullets go in him
You dealing with a night stick toker
The ice pick poker, trust, you ain't like this joker
And the set, devoted to opening your neck
With the tech, as you sit in a Lex'
Your next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting
As your body gets soft, the shotty went off
Little soldiers, you're out of position
Guns go off, Shams is a greatest fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five, with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side of the force
Black biscuit, by park side in a Porsche
You're off sides in the fort
We are survivors of the war of good and evil
I'm in the hood, in the hood with a desert eagle
With my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it...
[La the Darkman:]
Darkman, my persona's like Tony Montana
How we used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana
Try, play me today, I'm a kill you manana
From, far with the K, or up close with the llama
I'm like an African king in a castle in Guana
Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer
Study lessons in Athena, building with an old timer
So I, always been wise ever since a young minor
Get CREAM by any means, follow Malcolm X theme
So I'm often posted, in a rumor with that thing
Got a limited support from the Sing Sing regime
I'm Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team
Keep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend
Upgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam
Fucking with me, you better be real as you can be
La Trapacanti, a well known rhyme general
[Ras Kass:]
Who say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar
That's like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire
When you mention me, not about penitentiary
Wins and rhyme skills, both twenty second century
Ahead of my time, school niggaz like Timbuktu
Cause I'm original, like rap feeling the jewel
Galosh is by B.U.F.U., By us fuck you,
Try us, fuck you, you die, y'all got gats, but him buck too, nigga
Sip the Grey Goose, and conned it, they know the room service
In Hotel Rwanda, reminder to honor these street scholars
Who ask why U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the tax dollar
Bush gave 6.46 billion to Halle Burton
For troops support efforts in Iraq
Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe that
The rape over, Chaney talking, 25 dollars for a case of soda
Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters
But won't pay they soldiers, Halle Burton workers make
Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year
Please who 25 extra, taking fire in combat
Recruit all the niggaz, that die from where I'm at
18 years old, talking 'Kill, where Saddam at? '
But can't have a gat, to protect where my moms at
I love to crunk, so what, plus I'm gangsta enough
To piss in pimping cans, pimp cup, rack again and pump it up
How bitches still get fucked, niggaz just want a forty and a blunt
[GZA:]
Yo, these youngsters they grow up on the block
With the product in they socks, and the fully loaded glocks
Too many die in vein, and it's a crying shame
The murders and the hustles, won't stop as they shoot for the top
Acquiring apparel, through growth and development
On they most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant
The brutality of war, never changes
And the out of control desire to win, makes it dangerous
Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater than
What they ever had, experienced yet
Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to kill
Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge in they field
The great boundaries of both man and machine
Can have one at the point, to murder all in between
Yellow tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his idol
[Ras Kass]
Western Hemisfear, stand clear ock
Cause now the sun sets across six-hundred and six septillion tons
Come correct, I project like a telepathic caption
Four meters over soundwaves
I comes off with positions like pornographics
Twenty questions - animal, vegetable, or mineral
What am I? Atom - amphibian, invertebrate, or mammal?
Homosapien, specifically ock swell up like gout
then spread out like centrifugal force (what?)
Collision course reinforced with cylindrical wax
Axis spins at 33 RPM, that truly comprehend what fat is
That is, nine out of ten rappers today bore me with
predictable monosyllable drivel
I scribble incredible rhymes to rhythm, nepotism
Your prism couldn't invent
Too many MC's get deals from who ya down with, or where ya represent
But since I house more niggaz than section eight
State statements about your state
although my state of mind fornicates breaks
Your magazine ad got you souped up
Test-y like two nuts, marketing gimmicks
Catch wreck like Sam Kinison, convincingly
Cause what nigga got props in the industry don't really interest me
My motto is: the bigger they are, the more politics involved
And I revolve at a rate to make your occipital skull plate dissolve
Techniques delve deep..
(Slick Rick sample: "How much you'll never knooow")
Soo-oooooo, don't sleep; ock I rock phonics
that got you holdin my dick like your name was Lorena Bobbit
[Method Man] "You don't know me and you don't know my style"
[above sample plays 8X total, including scratches]
[Ras Kass]
I seen the scene from the outside lookin in through a window pane
Pain; hypertension ruptured the varicose vein
The vainglorious breaks I be, perpetratin omnipotent reign
I rain acid, grate your crew to steak meat
The stakes increase on break beats, your fleet fleets run
when I'm rippin ya Kubrick's, meaning deceased, rest in peace
Pieces of my nebulous flex paralyzes oblongatas
To witness my linguistics like a Muslim takes jihad or not
Since A&R; only sign gangster rap acts
Don't get it twisted stereotypin by geography West coast syntax
I signify for C-Arson
The city North of Long Beach, Southwest of Compton
Seems to me the peace treaty is through
Niggaz ran out of looted Hennessy and barbecue
Now all I do is stop the myth that every MC from Cali
is a Blood, Crip, or pimp - I pimps empty
Controls more English than Margaret Thatcher
Fidat be gwan be fat like the punani on Patra;
leavin your rep shattered
Cause you don't wanna see me signifyin
Smackin your Left Eye up like my man Andre Rison
All this juice evaporates - what it boils down to
is the "yes yes y'all," and only that makes a rapper great
Fuck rhetoric and repertoire, demographics and heavy rotation
Slowly the lyrication makes sense
Fuck fame; I snuff that ass out the frame
It ain't Snoop Dogg, so what's my motherfuckin name?
"The arra-arra-R, A, ella-ella-S" (keep it goin)
[Method Man] "You don't know me and you don't know my style"
[above sample plays 6X total, including scratches]
[Ras Kass]
Yo, wack MC's - it's O-V... E-R
I be R, the nigga who killed your P.R.
For the brothers with skills who can't get a record deal
[Ras Kass:]
Jea! Re-Up! A J-Classic classic. Razzy... rest in peace Justo
I'm about to air these niggaz out one time
[Verse 1:]
Yo yo, ain't no nigga like the one right here
Spit flames, leave bloodstains on one night gear
G-Star jeans, gun right near
Now homey X just fucked us his bitch like "Yeah!"
Dawg I'ma spit the hottest shit
Fuck a dentist, eat a fire department and prop colleges
Ras Kass, King of the West, acknowledge this
And get a piece of the rock like meteorogologists
What Dame Dash and hapha is
645 Coupe the same color Chewbacca is
And you's a nigga everybody hates like Jar Jar Binks
That clown at the bar buying hot bitches drinks
What you passin' on to me?
What you know about Chinchilla minks? Ten killers deep
Skittle flavored diamonds, first it's blue, then it's pink
Candy painting was off, dog we floodin' the streets
[Hook 1:]
WILL
LOSE
I (RE-UP about that fetti)
WILL (Load up your glocks, get ready)
LOSE (haha... jea jea jea!)
[Hook 2:]
Hood niggaz if your arms up, bear it out
Niggaz ain't scared, if it's drama, we gon' air 'em out!
If your whip on chrome, what you carin' 'bout?
Drop the top, do a buck 10, dawg, air 'em out!
Who spit flame, nigga never doubts?
No problem, it's nothing, I'ma air 'em out
East, West, up North to the Dirty South (air 'em out)
I'ma (air 'em out), I'ma (air 'em out)
[Verse 2:]
I keep shit off the chain
Like broken clasp, medallions fallin' off
And yall niggaz hopin' Ras go play on the freeway
But I'm that agent in the Matrix: Reloaded
Jumpin' out movin' cars, smashin' your hoods for the keys, man
And not the ones that open doors
Por fa vor, I'm talkin' ki, mayne
Silencer on the SPK, fuck BDS them fuckin' at VVVJs(???)
R&B; singers, new found fact
Got a 9 inch dick, tell your bitch to SoundScan that!
And my Down South cats be like "What it do?"
Cause my little cousin's bein' Memphis classic blue
And niggaz still ga-not ga-knowin' as Gary ga-Knew(???)
Plus I'm more Chris Real so long with Big Punished brew
Downstairs in Jimmy's Cafe, album released
Young nigga in the belly, but now I'm a beast
And it's like Sin City, every town holdin' heat
So I'm like the yellow nigga, kid it's foul when I speak
And my baby moms said I need to cut down on my cheatin'
Started fuckin' midgets, kept creepin'
You ain't gotta tell me, I know you feelin' this shit
I hear what I'm sayin' you know I'm killin' this shit, nigga
[Hook 2]
[Verse 3:]
Sometimes it all seems fucked up though
Rest in peace, cause what's mixtapes without Justo?
Sip the' Grey Goose, thinkin' about that ride on the Gray Goose
Ankles chained, headin' to Beirut
Crucified next to some nigga named Jesus
Died ressurected, bustin' blue, still trey-deuced
So yall niggaz better respectognize shits real
When my mixtape's hotter than every album this year
Haha... (golden child)
Yeah, ahh, ahh, yeah, is you wit me?
Whattup? Y'all done forgot about lil' ole me?
Y'all don't love me no mo'?
It's all good... all my real rowdy niggaz
all my real niggaz ride witcha boy one time
Ahh...
[Verse 1]
Lyrically, I smoke whoever it may concern
Even wearing a 21 milligram patch of Niccoderm
Been broke before; ain't nuttin new
But ain't nuttin never knew me not to say 'fuck you'
So had my nuts not grew - I'd still hang in the streets
with lil' niggaz who still bang just to eat
Bang with the heat - the waterproof spit blazes
to give y'all niggaz the business like the yellow pages
Enter the dark ages, enter and spark stage
For whatever wages, until I'm famous
for resurrecting our cave language
And for saying, "Same shit, different toilet..."
The game ain't about who talented
It's about who soundscannin
now them same clowns maddened (peep game)
Go figure, lyricist of the year is a white boy
And the greatest golfer; a confused nigga
[Chorus x2]
And that's gangsta, without bangin a set
Big nuts on deck ain't even hangin 'em yet
See it's just some things they should never forget
Ain't no motherfuckin west without a R-ah-A-S
[Verse 2]
I was taught to rhyme undeniably, and force niggaz to think
So if you need to dance so fuckin much then buy Nsync
Startin a movement to move men
Motivational millimeter mouth or repeated and need a monster
Me; I be the agua - waterproof got a lotta truth
Spit-slaughter a lotta groups
Ridin without a crew, nod off without a loop
Blackout like a ligular, just a nigga that clown
With a suicidal groupie in a jacuzzi pullin my shorts down
Givin me underwater head 'til I nut and she drowns
Now how the fuck we sound? (man rap is outta control)
(I gotta smoke something) yo homie bust me down
Took a pull off a Newport and passed it back
Nuts hang like I had an elastic sack
Spastic blaps of our kind of plastic claps
Wanna know the reason why white people seem to laugh at blacks?
Cuz brothers in South Africa slaving to death in diamond mines
Meanwhile, we spendin every penny to overshine
Tell the next nigga he lesser
Cuz he can't afford to buy ice from his oppressor
So now he pullin out nines, tryin to homicide me for mine
Meanwhile, George W. Bush got a war on crime
Introduction to the Matrix -- I say the shit
you know is true but wanna ignore, metamorph metaphors
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
I pop my collar, pop pistols, and pop ecstasy
Boricuas call me Poppi when they pop they pussy
Used to pop-lock and lock and watch
Pop locks and burglarize spots
Pop wheelies on the red and chrome Huffy
Graduated to Suzukis - hot soda pop or pop bottles at Sky Sushi
Now ask me what's poppin; most likely ya collar bone
Ever had that feelin where ya by yourself and your not alone
With Big Brother, and Big Brother see you
I'm hard-headed, my dick look like R2-D2
Like Mini-Me too - speed through in the V-1-2
C-Arson style, know how we do
All money is legal, dead pres and green eagles
You funny style like Bernie Mac, rappin like Beanie Sigel
Golden Child of the west, don't know how to act though
Kicked off the Up In Smoke tour for scrappin with Death Row
[Chorus x1]
[2nd Chorus x1]
And that's gangsta, without bangin a set
Big nuts on deck ain't even hangin 'em yet
See it's just some things they should never forget
[Kurupt] "Ain't no west with Kurupt with a R-ah-A-S"
Don't forget, yeah big ass posted
[Intro:]
Right now you up in the club and you see that bitch
That you've just broke up with (Uh, tramp, stank bitch)
'cause she was fucking ya homeboy
(The bitch ain't no good for ya homey)
You know what I'm saying? Just have a drink and think about it
[Chorus: x2]
She loves me, she loves me not
But looking in her eyes make my dick turn to rock
[Nas: Sample from "One Love"]
Yeah, shorty don't care she's a snake too
Fucking with them niggas from that fake Crew that hate you
Medusa
[Ras Kass:]
Slow ass from the front, camel toast so phat
(WHY?) Bow-legged sexy ass gap
Man I'm eating tangerine clowie Gucci cutters
Pussy so good, it feel like long butter
She likes moaning, Michael Kors, Dior
Polo, Chanel Couture and Tom Ford
Dime piece like Sanaa Lathan
Cooley Hindu, mess with entire Jamaican
Had a nigga like me chasing
But she the daughter of Satan, fake, she's a snaking
YOU'RE, SO, FUCKING SPECIAL!
No she ain't no good but I just can't let go
Venomous sinking in her fangs, while she giving me brain
Playing head game, pleasure and pain
Leaving head migraines use ya, abuse ya
After she seduce ya, Medusa
[Chorus x2]
[Ras Kass:]
Promised to be my ride or die
Groomed her a long time, I fell in love with her lie
Mama neva liked you (NO), I wish I neva met her
Trying to get her out of my system and do better
Put the voodoo roots on me
I wanna leave but my heart won't let me
Get jetty, trying to figure out what she mixed in my spaghetti
Addicted to Jessica Rabbit in the black Teddy
Said - "You'll never forget me"
Went to jail, "Judge can I bail? "
Bitch sent me hate mails (WHAT?)
Break up, should make up, it's not a joke
She switched up her tongue, long cocked throat
Make love to Aaliyah, rock the boat, work the middle
Change position, missionary, wishing he took Ecstasy
Make a blind man see, a cripple man climbing tree
Whether you're floetry, all you gotta do is say "Yes"
Hand up a dress, fangs in my neck
[Movie sample:]
"Hit me, I'm Medusa, that block is a deeply venomous"
[Chorus x2]
[Ras Kass:]
No matter what I do, I ain't neva good enough
It's just my downfall and a good fuck
The homey say I'm whipped
'Cause I go back to you every time I say "I quit"
It's like the Rock song - I love you, I hate you
I just can't live without you
Forget about it, had to do a bid without you
Going got tough, the chick got going
Looking for already made nigga
Basically out here hoeing
Why I ever tried to make you happy, I'm not knowing
Sick of arguing, having to fight women
She the reason black women losing their men to white women
(Don't be mad) Pussy lips shaped like money clips
Twenty-four inch waist, thirty-six inch hips
Used to be my honey dip; now you're just that funny bitch
Hopped back on my dick on some dummy shit
She getting jealous and bitchy (HA-HA)
'Cause my new chick is hot and look like Britney
Can get more cheddar then you
Chocolate complected, and her pussy better then you, BITCH!
[Ras Kass:]
Uh, yeah, Eat or Die
I've sprayed myself through band to not win
I done did too much good to not sin now
It's like the good die young, yeah
'Cause everything innocent is suffocated 'cause the street's militant
Me, I'm just passing the time
About to splash in the lime
Oh I'm like every other nigga with a mask and a nine
I've just mastered the rhyme
Notice the sledgehammer dawg I'll just crashing your spine
My pencil got subscription to guns and ammo
Homeys in L.A and N.Y. got dunce and fammo
And we break bread, break niggas off, break a bitch
2006 I don't break-dance, eat a dick, I'm on some grown man shit
I'm about that CREAM, face on my Jacob looking like a flat screen
White wife-beater, bubble gums soul on my white NIKE Jeter's
I don't like Peter, got mink covered mink, how stupid is that?
It's about as stupid sniffing coke and hustling crack nigga
These niggas ain't 'BUILT FORD TOUGH', I'm bored shitless
They not spitting; they just blowing kisses
This is... crack muzik and after my mac lose it
Stack the rocks and stone hands like black drew it
I'm 'LOST', drink like Michelle Rodriguez
Ain't a nigga signed to UNSIGNED who could see this
Yeah, y'all could hype and he might do numbers
But locked up, he's soft dawg, he might wash unders
To get it right, not now but right now
Put your mouth on the curb bitch and bite down
[Outro - 'American History X' movie sample:]
[Derek Vinyard:] I'm a teach you a real lesson now motherfucker
Put your fucking mouth on the curb
Lawrence: Come on man
[Derek Vinyard:] Put it on the curb right now!
[lawrence bites onto the curb]
[Derek Vinyard:] That's it!
[Danny Vinyard:] Derek, no!
[Derek Vinyard:] Now say good night
[Derek stomps Lawrence's head into the curb]
[Derek Vinyard:] Motherfucker!
[Police sirens]
[Police Officer:] Drop your weapon. Put your weapon on the groud
Put your hands up. I said get your hands up. Now turn around
[Intro: Ras Kass]
Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my nigga?
Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Rassy, you know
Shouts out to my nigga Wreckonize, all my MIA
[GZA:]
Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast
Ahead of time, competition not even half close
Let's say, by no means, an equal value
Prematurely brought to play, I'll never allow you
To strike first, so precautions must be taken
And what's worst? When you're just fronting and faking
It's a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste
And every line or word, is badly placed
Even dealing with the narrow window of time
My arrangements, are quick, shutting down your power lines
On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team
That only move, at a push of a button that pull strings
Bad boys move in silence, secretly fading in
Unlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made men
Acting like they carry the gun that killed Lincoln
Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston
[Ras Kass:]
Our goal is to learn y'all niggaz, about this new world order
But I'm still try'nna run up in the president's daughter
He the auditor, ain't let the NARC's see this barker
Stick to bitches walls like I'm Peter Parker
The Vida Guerrera sidekick hacker
Five niggaz licked, on the Internet jacked her
Dog, I'm not a rapper, I'm the black Dracula
Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of black Acura
Homies is gat packers, rat packer
Fly nigga, I'm the Benjamin stack attractor
Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker
Epitome of nice, after Rainbo press the lacquer
And y'all niggaz is a waste, like fat chicks with little tits
If your names not YKK, then get off my dick
Bitch, I hang with the trillest, and that's why 5 percenters,
College kids and ex- felons feel this
I'm sick with the words, Waterproofing Liquid Swords
The world never heard this before, call me Mr. More
If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks,
Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks
[x2]
Murderous verses,
Motherfuckers won't even make it to the chorus
They'll find you and yo bitch buried in the Angeles National Forest
Anything you can do, I heard it done before, better,
But I can do you in 36 positions
Enter you like the Wu-Tang debut
Now who remains true to the game?
Damn shame it wasn't you
Fools lay claim to fly rhymes but I terrorize airlines
My mind's a porcelain Glock 7 slippin' through the metal detectors
Ready to wet'cha like baptism
It's rap pugilism when I be placin' 208 bones in one zone;
With microphones, I'm like the Blade Runner hunting clones
I "Beat It" like one glove and a bad nose job
With more breathin techniques than Lamaze
Ras still be drinkin' malt liquor brews
And continues the liquidation of crews
Wit' a drunken technique like Shun Di's kung fu on Virtua Fighter 2
See me son, I'm the one sportin' Dolce and Gabbana
Peelin' this bastard's wig back like cradle cap
You ain't no cap peela for rilla
And for who you desire to kill you need more God than Zilla
I breaks'em off like a acrylic nails
Test me but you appear to be Presley (Press Lee) like Priscilla
And still malicious disses, but this is 10% dis, 90% skill
So curses, foiled again like Hershey's kisses
You're so-called vicious, although
How they gonna be a menace when it ain't no men in it?
Oh, they womenaces (with clitorises)
In a new year, a new fear, and I'm nuclear
Let's play a friendly game of who can ruin who's career
I'm a Killafornia B-boy, you like one of Heavy D's boys
Got niggas fallin' off the stage like they was Trouble T-Roy
[Chorus x4]
(Hey, whip these niggas' ass)
Watch me gamble for paradise
And if I gotta pay the price
Easy come, easy go like Eric Wright
'Cause I used to get my fade wit a comb and a razor blade
With a 9800 Module back in the day
They say it takes 5000 to educate, 30,000 to incarcerate
Gimme 5,000,000 in the lottery wit high cholesterol cloggin' my artery
I'm not the boss hogg or the pimp and fuck legalizin' hemp
Keep the profit on the streets
Fuck police on the creep three deep in a silver Caprice
And the black chief of police
No justice, no peace
Verbally, I'm takin off from the baseline
With my nuts in your face like Scottie Pippen
As opposed to flippin' chickens
So kill game like Chris Webber in sudden death
'Cause you callin' for timeouts when you got no time left
On some Highlander shit 'cause, son, there can only be one
And heads is flyin' faster than Ronald serves
Two all-beef patties on a sesame seed bun
Real thorough - duh do do do, duh do duh do do
I wanna give it to you all night long just like the Mary Jane Girls
(AAALLL NIIIGHT LONG!) (LAUGHTER) (Niggas ain't shit!!!)
A bloodstained wall emanates from my nostril
I pull bitches like a hamstring and take out an MC like a tonsil
Forty story buildin's horizontal
Within the confines of 33 lines and a margin mentally squabbin'
See, every time my lips part it's a million man march
And my heart is a pit with a million skin heads moshin'
Daily I walk through Hell smellin like Chanel but far from frail
I roll with my clique like par-a-palegics
Confrontation conversation, catch-22 exclamations
But the explanation was deeper than a Louis Leaky excavation
Fools, you're makin' peace when the enemy is blaspheme
Guess we got some nuts hangin' in between like a motherfuckin' drag queen
But don't nobody wanna test though, ya niggas is petro
When I put the lead to your head like Destro
[Gunshot]
hahaha
(Doggy Style)
[Intro: Ras Kass]
Yeah ah ah Yeah Is ya with me
what up y'all forget me y'all love y'all don't love me no more it's all good
all are real roudy niggaz all my real niggaz ride with your boy one time
[Verse One: Ras Kass]
Lyrically I smoke who ever it may concern
Even wearing a twenty one milligram pack a nigga derm
Been broke before ain't nuttin new
But ain't nuttin ever new me not to say fuck you
So have my nuts not grew
I would still hang in the streets with little niggaz who is to bangish to eat
Bang with the heat the water proof spit blazes
To give y'all niggaz business like the yellow pages
Enter the dark ages, inteds, spark stages for what ever wages
Untill I am famous for resurection on hated language
And still the same shit different toilet
See the game ain't talented (unt uh) it's a battle scandle in it
And now them same clowns made at it (pimp game)
But go figure lyricsist of the year is a white boy
and greatest godfather is a huge nigga
[Chorus: Ras Kass]
And that's gangsta without bangin the set
Big nuts on debt ain't even hangin'em yet
See it's just some things they should never forget
Ain't no mother fucking west without a r-a-s
And that's gangsta without bangin the set
Big nuts on debt ain't even hangin'em yet
See it's just some things they should never forget
Ain't no mother fucking west without a r-a-s
[Verse Two: Ras Kass]
I was forced to rhyme undeniably and force niggaz to think
So if you need to dance so fucking much then buy N'Sync
Start a movement to move in motavation
of millimeter mantra repeat you need a monster
Me I be the aqua, "Waterproof" got a lot of truth
bitch slaughter a lot of groups
Rhyming without a clue, not off without loot
Black out like Caligula just a nigga that
clown with a sucidial groupie in the jacuzzi pullin my shorts down
Givin me underwater head 'til I nut and she drowned
How the fuck we sound (man rap is out of control I got to smoke son)
Yo homie bust me down
Took a pull of a new port and passed it back
Nuts hang like a had an elastic sack
Splash the gats if I find a classic clapse
Wanna know the reason why white people seem to laugh at blacks
Cause brothers in south africa slaving to death in diamond mines
Mean while we spending every penny to over shine
Tell the next nigga he lesser cause he can't afford to buy ice from his opresser
So I ain't pulling out nines willing the homicide need of mine
Mean while George W. Bush got a war on crime
[matrix sample]
Introduction to the matrix
I say the shit you know is true but you wanna ignore metanor metaphor
[Chorus: Ras Kass + Kurupt]
And that's gangsta without bangin the set
Big nuts on debt ain't even hangin'em yet
See it's just some things they should never forget
Ain't no mother fucking west without a r-a-s
And that's gangsta without bangin the set
Big nuts on debt ain't even hangin'em yet
See it's just some things they should never forget
Ain't no west without kurupt with a r-a-s
Don't forget yeah big ass posted
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Ah Pharoahe Monch yeah
I said; yes yes y'all to the beat y'all
We tryin' to teach the young and get the loot
And steer it like havin' a ball
Hey hey hey
We try to walk a little bit like this I say
I hate rap promoters I start to motor
Talk from Southside to North Minnesota
Dre gramm of yea with a small cup of soda
Never get the women with the underarm odour
Sky town Motorola holder who rocks bolder than all
To fall when they try to call me the cold shoulder
Try to tell these younger kids to come a little older
The more is about to happen and we need our little soldiers
[Verse 2: Ras Kass]
I riggedy rock, I riggedy wreck shot
Nah hahaha I'm fuckin' with y'all
I fall through parallel universes with a gun
And murder myself the games strength like Jet Li in The One
Get bean you slum-slumming
Sippin' a little some-something
Pop and Big Pun it's nothing to front, get the dappin'
Something up in here y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Use my nine, and do my time
I do my grime, and spit rhymes freaky, hear it out
For new hoes and constant rappers the shiekiest
Be beneath me, no rapper could defeat me
Like puttin' your face in faeces, I talk shit
Who I be? Real nigga with the fake I.D
O.G., B.G., L.A., N.Y.C
The matrix is radio and T.V
[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch (& Ras Kass)]
I see; designer glasses, titties and masses
For luxurous beats, that bumps, that move the masses
Desastrous beats that strife V.I.P.-passes
It's on (It's on?) It's on
(I see; sex money and why murder and crime
Good time, soldiers that cry for lust and the shine
Bitlies bitches that break ballers
All us wanna be shakola's callin' call us)
[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch]
Basic I was too advanced to advance
Now who's the chansellor?
You couldn't scrap if you was one of Big Daddy Kane's dancers
The answer but not for the '76's
I put your lips on, stick ya dick in your mouth
And put your lips, where your dick was, sideways pushin'
Punks try to prevoke chess styles and push me
Queens shit (Come on!) Queens shit (Come on!)
Fuck around and get your motherfucking screen split (Come on!)
[Verse 4: Ras Kass]
Thorough, on turntables for technicians to play it
Hi-Tek lady for Pharoahe Monch to slay it
I triple all waited Ras whiplash
(Why I grow voices) wrapping this wraf with big wax
Really, hah, I refuse to rock consumers
Cause sworn groupies get mad and spread rumours like
"Do you hear what I hear"
[Pharoahe]
I heard gay rappers that thugged, a lot of nerve
[Ras]
Can you believe that shit Monch?
[Pharoahe]
Word, word, I heard a lot of murderers ain't really murderers
And it's absurd was they frontin' like they never heard of us
[Ras]
Niggas playin' king-pin but only perps service oil
Playin' they want beef but really only heard of wars
If you want to party trunk and wanna get crunked
Throw ya hands up! Bitches, throw ya hands up!
[Intro]
"Y'all don't re-up like us"
"Y'all don't re-up like us"
"Y'all don't re-up like us"
(Want the whole world to say "Fuck that")
"Ay! Y'all don't re-up like us" (Haha)
"Y'all don't re-up like us" (Easy enough right?)
"Y'all don't re-up like us" (Fuck that!)
"Y'all don't re-up like us"
"Y'all don't re-up like us"
"Y'all don't re-up like us, ay!"
(Doctor know, state your name, gangsta, gangsta)
[Verse 1]
My new name is, Ras Gannon
L.A. Raiders, arm like cannon
Quarterback rap, improve your jewels
Fuck silver, we sport platinum and black
How platinum is that?
Snatch my album, from y'all capital saps
It's a motherfucking rap and
If I turn myself in, start serving my bid
I'm a show off my cell, on MTV Cribs (aha)
These ain't Air Force Ones, these GFF
Gianfranco Ferre, ostrich skin belt
Fuck a chinchilla, rock a rap nigga pelt
Hot to death, the boy touch flame it'll melt
Damn shame I got the short end of the stick
Cause I sharpened that shit, and slit the rap game's wrist
Fuck that, Ras Kass the measure of all who claim to be nice
From the mic to the dice to the dikes
[Chorus]
(Hands up) Throw your hands in the air
And wave them motherfuckers, like you just don't care
(Hands up) Put your hands in the sky
2-11 nigga, your money or your life
(Hands up) Throw your hands in the air
And wave them motherfuckers, like you just don't care
(Hands up) Put your hands in the sky
1-8-7, ya money or ya life
[Verse 2]
All I need is one mic, two 22's, three 80's
Four play five mama's of my babies, six 100 Mercedes
Seven summers locking the game like Jay-Z
Eight gangsters riding like my Bigg homie Tray Dee
Wit Dangerous Minds inflict, thinking bout flaming this nine
Ten in a clip, +Ocean's Eleven+, robbed the whole Vegas Strip
Judged by twelve, but oh well
If controversy sells, I'm about to clock a grip (whoo)
Do the math and count the months in a year nigga
Gave your girl a yeast infection, I fucked her and poured beer in her
Less than a prophet, but more than a mere sinner
Spit doper than Pookie smoking crack from car antennas
My jaw invent a - nother niggas career, one hitta quitta
Ras get better, you get bitter, hit her
The homies like "Whats up?"
And pop up in spots where gangstas throw they block up
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Fuck that, I don't trick on hoes
I only buy drinks, get em drunk
Take 'em home, fuck 'em wash my dick in the sink
White T-shirt, blue jeans, black mink
Red-eyed like green backs, fickle pink
Platinum Visa, patrone gold, we could speak
Talk about breaking bread, homes, we could eat
No loot, kick rocks, hit the road, we could street
Keep elite company, cause like when bum niggas hang on ya leg
It's like a poodle dry humping me
And like Nas say, "It's disgusting"
I hate dick riders, fuck 'em, end of discussion
Trust me it's nothing, Ras must got another spine on his chest
Cause you won't see me frontin'
This real talk, like getting hit by a sawed-off gauge
With more +Bucks+ then +Milwauk'+
[Chorus]
[Outro] + (w/ "Y'all don't re-up like us" - til end)
Fuck that, yeah what up niggas
This ya boy Young Sippio
Kill 'em off Rasy
Fuck that, yeah
My thugs in the club, find a bitch wit ass
Fuck that, yeah
All my down ass bitches bout making that cash
Say "Fuck that", yeah
Re-Up Entertainment, Independent
We treat a major like fuck that
[talking/scratching]
Quiet down, quiet down..
Now listen, now listen..
[Verse 1]
Hip Hop!
?? to the bop perputratin' Left Eye
and the .22's, .45's, uzis, techs and 9's
but can you rhyme though?
Cuz niggaz went overboard with straps and just subtract that
most of 'em can barely rap worth jack shiiiit!
We all lick shots wit' unregistered burners
and at one time or another played Ike Turner
Ain't shit to be braggin' for ass backwards actors pack gats for show and tell
So they can sell and certify gold, chart billboard claimin' they killed more niggaz
Underground hardcore. But far more mainstream than Hammer
poppin' trunks, stuffin' pumps
and smokin' blunts sells more records than "Pumps & a Bump"
Violence is a new platinum gimmick
Call it the double cross crossover
A rose by any other name is "Seal"
you claimin' that you "represent the real niggaz life"
but only represent it for a price
Cuz if next week the new fad was hiphop fags
you'd find a lot of hardcore niggaz in DRAG
Shit is bad and we acknowledge this but at a certain point you only perpetuate it
So NEXT TIME you rhyme about physically buckin' somebody
[POW!] instead of "nigga" say "whiteboy"
and see how quick the devil PROTEST it
wanna see yo' ass ARRESTED, your label wouldn't SUGGEST it
They say it's BEST if you stick to killin' niggaz
o some 10-year old can claim he pimps ho's
find his daddy's glock 9 and give his sister a 2 inch hole
between the eyes -- the influence is obvious
Music ain't supposed to be raisin' your kids but in 1995 it is
I know it is -- ?? goes from ghetto to gettin' mo' dough
but silly ass niggaz need to know [need to know]
That before it makes dollars it must make sense
I kick my shit for the core audience
[Chorus]
For the core audience I kick the artform shit [x6]
(Cut of speaker talking)
"We ARE the music industry and we have to take control
You strip the BLOOD of the Black community
and you feel we have now right now to say something about it?!"
[Verse 2]
Now niggaz always reminisce about the old school days in the park
you have to realize hiphop was fucked from the start
When Sugar Hill got major distribution threatned existence
we didn't control our shit once rap became a music business
Music: the art of expression, combinations of tones
Business: the explotation for profit of an artform
Conflict of interest, two seperate entities
Niggaz pretend to be real but still sleeping with the enemy
and not to diss Rick Rubin but who let the jews in?
Our only solution create our own institution
Manufacturing, marketing, production and distribution cuz Blacks are 99% consumers
[For example]
Now "rapper X" got skills his band "producer of the year"
got a distribution deal with "Real Records"
"Real Records" is a subsidiary of "Ruben Tony Inc."
"Ruben Tony" is owned by "Poly/Sony"
"Poly/Sony" distributes to the record store
the record store receives the product from the manufacturer
[but wait there's more]
Now the manufacturer fucks the record store
who was fuckin' "Poly/Sony" who was fuckin' "Ruben Tony"
"Ruben's" robbin' "Real" who's fuckin' "producer of the year"
and "rapper X" is still broke, so who got fucked the most?
The artist creates the market but receives the least profits
it started in the streets but got FUCKED by the office
So that's why I remain anonymous
symbolic of cuttin' out the middle man and keepin' mine autonomous
I'd rather be major on a minor than minor on a major label
I'm willin' and able to put your label on my choppin' table
recycle Black dollars but not go pop and if I flop
at least I stayed true to hip-hop
[Chorus]
Ron Isley's sample "For the Love" [different variations]
"For the love, for the the love, well, well, well"
Shit is lovely
[Ras Kass]
I rock Versacci, sippin VSOP and Hennessey in foam cups
Motorola flips with illegal chips
Strippers with, measurements of 38-24-36 with DSL's
but money talks ESL
While every cell in my trunk experiences mitosis
I gross this cream like Altima
So after I catch wreck nigga call FEMA
I mean I wouldn't claim to be phat if I thought a nigga could serve me
But I've never been seen like Cole's big bitch Big Shirley
on Martin, a human wonder drug
I put that on everything I love
[Chorus]
[Ras Kass]
I watch the sun set west
Wear a V-S1 on my chest, in Compton play milk
While in between two breast and a yeast infection
And laid up bumping an ugly girl
I'm on some Kurtis Blow shit as if I Rule the World
But without the jheri curl
Strictly short natural hair steelo
So I go to rob a joe Next Episode like Chino
Rap tracks the super macks 150 Lexolution
I'm serving each sentence concurent til execution
Got niggaz running down the street buck naked cause on the mic I'm like Luke
Eradiction connection like Power Rangers flavors
Aside from my promiscuous sexual favors to my neighbors spouse
I'm D-MC without Run, so when you be illing
You be getting this dick in your mouth
So grab your Champagne glass and let the Moet flow
I serve love like John Mcenroe
[Chorus]
[Ras Kass]
Trying to blow up like Pretty Toney without the loss of a limb
Not by selling trim but by the way I sell flem
Spitting game like Chick Hearns, listen, learn and recognize
I killed away more niggaz camphore then spermicide
So stop cock blocking me with all that jealousy
Cause playa hating is a street code felony
I got a pocket full of C-notes and food stamps
Just big bills and free meals baby so lamp
Sport DKNY when I'm flossing
but still buy my T-Shirts and socks from the Slausson Swap meet
and I rock beats without baking soda
God don't like ugly but shit is lovely
[Chorus]
[Outro]
I'm a give a shout out to my niggaz
WesternHemis
Nigga Xzibit
Organized Konfusion
Mistic Journeymen
Saafir, my nigga
I-27
It's crucial now niggas
I'm so sick
[Chorus:]
If there is a cure for this
I don't want it - I don't want it
And if there is a cure for this
I don't need it - I don't need it
[Ras Kass:]
Yeah, I heard you don't grind, you don't eat
Don't eat, get a fragile physique, I'm agile and sleek
I run through rappers like my boss had cleats
Beef ain't shit but cows is resting in peace
Speak, nothing but sauce coming out
If I was broke soy red, rum, I'm running in your house
While MTV taping like the dumbest nigga out
But money ain't an issue; I got sum up in this couch
Let me run this nigga out, 'fore my waves stay spinning
I fuck rich chicks; I'm such the Slick Rick
Be scared what might happen if I had a hit
So niggas' happier then a faggot with a bag of dicks
Ask for it if you want it
Get it illegal then don't flaunt it
'Cause loud mouth hustlers get wire tapped and snitched on
Then rights get read, moral of the story: Closed mouth don't get fed
Get it, and they wonder why brothers be killing brothers
I get green; they turn yellow like Brazilian colors
They gotta be willing to go all out with no feeling
So I'm sick with no healing, 'cause...
[Chorus:]
If there is a cure for this
I don't want it - I don't want it
And if there is a cure for this
I don't need it - 'cause I'm eating
If there is a cure for this
I don't want it - I don't want it
And if there is a cure for this
I don't need it - I don't need it
[Ras Kass:]
Got no hustle then you're hurting man
Get up; get out nigga or it's curtains man
Ain't a rapper my equal I'm murking man
When you look up in the sky the Vulture's circling
He a dead man walking, just don't know it yet
I hop in the coldest bed blast off like Robotech
Behind every fortune or even greater crime
Behind every great player there's a hater on the side
Behind every 8-ball there's an even greater nine
I pull wax on your back and make a crayon out your spine nigga
On some credited shit
I plant a flag on the Moon with your head on the tip
Moon roof of the whip and the metal lift
Boogie niggas still can't help being ghetto and shit
Amazing fam, guess mama raised a man
I'll flow through in 2-S Coupes like Raising Brand
Raise my hand, diamonds on my wrist gigantic
Chain so rocky nigga I can sink the Titanic
Fuck y'all been sick since '94
Stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck what you heard more
[Chorus:]
If there is a cure for this
I don't want it - I don't want it
And if there is a cure for this
I don't need it - 'cause I'm eating
If there is a cure for this
I don't want it - I don't want it
And if there is a cure for this
I don't need it - I don't need it
[Outro:]
Eat or Die, yeah, whatup Twins, this shit is crazy nigga
Re-Up, Whoo Kid, it's a wrap for these niggas man
You could fool some of the people some of the time
But you can't fool a nigga with most of the rhymes nigga
Man up nigga, if you're starving, if you're hungry nigga you'se a bitch
You better get your shit right, man up
Yeah, Arieal what it do nigga?
Yeah, I ain't know you like that saga shit nigga?
I play saga with bitches, I kick my balls all up in their neck in their room
You know the business, YEAH! Stay Gambit up in this mothafucka
[Chorus]
[scratch]
[Lady of Rage x6:] "The Capital R A" "S"
[Ras Kass]
Fuck glocks, I got 60 shots thoughts
Selling niggaz chalk they outlines on the sidewalk
With when I talk so, come at me real
Before I take it to your fucking face like Clearasil
See you can take a nigga out the ghetto
But you can't take the ghetto out a nigga
Cause even uppermiddle class niggaz tend to act an ass
Smoking blunts at the office station off the open ashe and ignite gas
C-ARSON the bushwazee, hot as hell in summer
Fuck a puppy truck, but us niggaz get Dumb and Dumber
But it's no wonder my cats pack thunder
And I got more raps/wraps then Mummy
Some motherfuckers better duck like Fluffy
These niggaz hang on bungy and still wouldn't jump me
(Ay you hear the shit that nigga) yeah, shit is quiet
So the next nigga to get a parking ticket starts to riot
[Chorus]
[scratch]
[Lady of Rage x6:] "The Capital R-A" "S"
[Ras Kass]
I'm eating every rapper on the plate to be
phat and gain weight like Riki Lake
So wack MCs can catch one buck like mexicans on the corner selling rolls
and peanuts, nigga what
I perplex with styles iller then an episode from X Files
But fuck Fox they racist, cause COPS why they always show black peoples faces
And blurr all the white peoples faces
Plus they drop rocks, so I'm catching the Metro Rail
With the motherfucking Molotov and cordless microphone so I can blow up the spot
I guess it's time C-arson started flossing
And got recognition for the assistent city of Compton
Though not quite a G it's an MC thing
You got my patiences wearing thin as a G-string
Cause niggaz ain't shit but hoes with dicks
I know how they made, half man, half bitch
So get to stepping like the Delta Sigma Phi Betta
Cause I get player haters peeled like western potatoes
Turn red like tomatoes, intestines got them all looking like spaghetti
At house parties, niggaz throw bullets like caffetti
Think about it, it's all in the mind, it's all in the nine
Cause they both commit the crime
Youngster done fucked in my house and doing shrooms
Niggaz be in the mix like octoroon
[Chorus]
[scratch]
[Lady of Rage x6:] "The Capital R-A" "S"
[Ras Kass]
I like bitched with dimples and nipples the size of silver dollars
Chokin out LAPD Rottweilers like chihuahuas
Never had a 64 impala but now you want Deez
Like the individual dickrider
Dark skin, my pants sag, color me nigga
Some of my homies flag blue rags, some on the B-Side
like Lord Digga, without a truce I got peace/piece
but at the house I keep heat so the first burgular
Makes me a murderer, I tear flesh with kanines
with nine lives like a feline but there's still no pussy in it
So my mom makes 6 Gs a month and I still don't give a fuck
Take me out if ya warna (Huh?)
These california niggaz bout to put something on ya
So about as soon I start to search for survivors after the boom
I'm planting bombs in the Carson Hall restroom, nigga
[Chorus]
[scratch]
[Lady of Rage x6:] "The Capital R-A" "S"
[Intro: Sauce Money + Ras Kass + Sheek Louch]
[S] What we going to do right we going to start this mother fucker of in
brooklyn best style you heard me
[R] (Sauce mother fuckin)
[S] Then I am going to past it to my nigga and we going to swing over to the
y.o. you know
[R][SL] (Ruff ryder style)(Sheek Louch)
[S] Then we going to pass it to my other nigga and we going to do it west
side style you know
[R] (West side)
[Verse One: Sauce Money]
I spit solely for the guacemole
Come through and make a rapper do a back flip rock a rolly and
Reach for my glock slowly if you try to interfere on how I stack chips
I take chicks to the tele just a happy fan
Now she wanna get a glimpse of my magic hand
She said she like the way it stretch out like plastic man
Sauce money tell me where would you have it land
Told shorty look I got to get back to my grands
Hurry up I am in the rush like jackie chan
Married woman, single or engaged, hood rats still got them to creep
Now we rock them to sleep
Because we got the best songs that pesese charm
Besides if you tricky you just chance head strong
Rappers better respect dawns and ex-cons
and keep your vest on this is how we speak with teflon
[Verse Two: Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo it's Sheek Louch nigga and I will pop till y'all gone
Only thing I knew niggaz popped and it's gone
And y'all might pop shit but that's about it
What you know about guns that come out my sleeve
And bullets that fly around your head like bee's
That will hit you and leave holes the size of pee's jes
When I flow it's like tae-kwon-doe
On some do-jo and it just a hobby
How fuck Daniel-san going to beat Mr. Miyagi
Wax on wax off with a knock out or better
I leave three threw the e of your enyce sweater
What pop shit and I am first day delivery
Straight threw your chest pope on your block
In a big brown truck like I am ups
And I don't know about y'all that re-up real small
You don't spend more then a thousand at the mall
If you owe sheek pay me I don't care how you hit me
It don't race me if your car don't cost more then fifty
I'm that cat that threatens on y'all mc's
With a devil flow that will pop your rosary beeds
I from where bitches that know about cooking up coke
Bring ever gram back and keep heat by the twat
That will blend in perfect in a deminacan spot
Now it's me that nigga that shine like glitter
And I must say dogg I am a hell of a spitter
We finish things y'all hell of a quiters
[Verse Three: Ras Kass]
I spit from the genitals bitch, leave 'em masculine skinch
Got niggaz panackin, petro and penanican flinch
Grew a mechanical inch the root of all evil
Green theft and green spray with a tech but we can't all eat thow
Cause y'all fethal, we run lethal, homicide victims of a fed fax and pete gold
Sugar nobody is ever equal [why] cause the more we make
the more we taking from other people
Livin in puerto rico padarin LAX to JFK
At baggage claim with three hoes like Santa's day
My third eye be the equivilant to the album red pie
so I give you a piece of my mind, just multiply times infinite
Spiritual elevate so I high commite drive bye's while I sky dive
Sip on my time perform shit only concieved in sci-fi so why try test
It's boom bye bye Mr. Ice real guy
You must have been looking some where else like biggie smalls lazy eye
Pop sicker then your average Acquired Immune Deficiency Symdrome infected fast
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
We don't care where your from nigga east or west
And we don't care what you wear we don't aim for the vest
It's lox, sauce and Ras Kass three of the best
Only niggaz with money we don't fuck with the rest
We don't care where your from nigga east or west
And we don't care what you wear we don't aim for the vest
It's lox, sauce and Ras Kass three of the best
Only niggaz with money we don't fuck with the rest ya heard
[Ras Kass]
It's like that nigga and it's always gonna be like that so you peeon as niggaz
I got a new word for you y'all niggaz boon walk that mean beat it backwards
Fuck out of here nigga the matrix Sheek Louch my nigga Sauce Money Ras Kass
[Ras Kass]
I walk the walk talk softly
And carry a big stick
Cause most niggaz is intense of it
I used to wonder why, niggaz don't give a fuck
Now I just except it
All the experiences collected and analyzed
and learned from, turn one, one and earn some
from break dancing
Now I'm glacing at a potential Manson
Make mistakes but you never no the path your life takes
Until you step one foot into the night
I got character defects that are light
Cause I don't drink soda
or smoke weed from a pipe
But I will drank a 40 ounce of OE
And smoke a pack of beadies
Won't sells crack, but I will steal a TV
Until motherfuckers love me, or leave me alone
Because one man's right could be another man's wrong
So let me choose the path I hype
You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life
[Chorus]
[Scratching]
[sample] "Speak Ya Clout"
[Lil Dap] "You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life"
[Ras Kass]
Nobody else walked a mile in my shoes
Nigga you didn't pay my dues
It ain't about greed so money don't
confuse the issue
It's all about giving respect, to earn respect
So on whatever level nigga you better come correct
Cause the straw that breaks the camel's back
is when you treat a nigga like a friend
and he fucks you in the end
So fuck people pleasing cause niggaz don't
appreciate your sacrifices
Ain't down for the crisis and don't want to pay the prices
But want to ride for free
Whatever they want is mine
But whatever I get is for me
I'm representing Ras Kass best interests to the fullest
Be it 12' singles or teflon bullets
Whatever's clever I'm a get my shit together
(Or else) I'm a die trying ok?
Got a better chance then OJ nigga
It's only right
You couldn't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life
[Verse 1:]
They say men don't cry, but why this shit leakin' out my eye?
Every day's a good day to die
If I live each second, stand up straight
Man of a man, shit just don't add up
So what's really good? I can't tell
Got niggaz screaming "Church" going straight to Hell
In a red Testerossa, wild West coaster
Carry techs in holster, respect the Nostra
Fam like mafia, white polo t-shirted
Haters say the same shit like I ain't never hizzeard it
Yall niggaz is funny like Nick Cannon
Got a nickel-plated magnum, nick-named Nick Cannon
Hitman and tryin' not to spit random
Bust at even a phantom, ricocheted and hit Adam
Put Satan on my belt and my Force One swooshes
Never bit apple, blend the can with the juices
Fail the plan, you plan to fail
And the plan is to send my little man to Yale
And niggaz know they ain't fuckin' with that
Like what did the five fingers say to the face? Slap!
[Chorus:]
Just give me the reason, and I'll promise I'll make it your day (slap season)
My hands are so achey from slappin' these niggaz all day (slap season!)
Boy, I tried to tell you that I don't really play those games (slap season)
Ohhhhhh ohhhhhh ohhhhhhhh.... (slap season!)
[Verse 2:]
And you can think you know a nigga 'til he get a little fame
Believe me, [censored out] sold his soul in D.C.
Fucked me up though, gotta move on now
Step my game up, making product cologne now
Dumbin' out, minkin'
Bout to a custom made skunk, fur, hoody, and it ain't stinkin'
Yall know the biz, that's what it is
Got Wendy outta Capitol like I clapped on the bitch
Kept my masters, and let paper trail explain
Beat white corporate America at they own game
I'm a couple million dollars richer
Rap has got heads startin' to buy frames, yall get the picture
And before I go broke
I send the bitch on a flight with her baby in her tote
That ain't formula, bottles filled with liquified coke
Make the sign of the cross and die with the Pope
Float through Cali with die moves and blues
Non-affiliates and seranios too
Bulldogs, northerners, and Kumi
Prolly some other shit you never heard of somewhere in the boonies
Shiites and Sunnis, oosoes and goonies
Like Santa, I slide down your chimney, sprayin' a uzi
And niggaz know they ain't fuckin' with that
Like what did the five fingers say to the face? Slap!
[Sway talking:]
What's up world? This is Sway with a breaking news report
The artist known as Ras Kass, also notorious for his ongoing legal battles
with his record company and being incarcerated in Fulsom prison for 19 months
was recently released. He just hit the streets and he re-entered the studio
but the big question surrounding him is
what the hell this motherfucker gonna do now?
[Ras Kass:]
Hah, it's that SARS shit, hehe
Real niggaz stand up! You know how it feel
when your back against the wall my nigga?
Shit, that's how I'm feelin' right now
We gonna let it ride out...
Niggaz started it out, kickin' knowledge like Buns and Belly
Fuck that! Came out bombing first like Makaveli
I put the mac to your belly, then leave my contact in your blackberry
Niggaz is sweet like black cherry, yeah homey it's hard on the yard
On these streets, I'm like The Thing, I'm just harder than y'all
More baller than y'all, my gate money win on brunch, I'ma teach you how to stunt
When I die, bury me bucked naked, face down in the grass
So I can fuck the world while y'all kiss my ass (smooch)
Get it while they hot, 16s is 50 Gs cold off the track
Nigga raised the bar, cock sucker paid to starve
You professional dickriders like my A&R;
I'm a walking septic tank, homey I spray and solve
Hurl shots with a handgun, spray your car
Just accept your fate, it's a wrap, dynamite and electric tape
On some Pretty Toney shit, I'm from where the homeys dip on dubbers
Flag bandanas, and trip on colors
This my sickamore styles more sicker than yours
Get more liquor, stick more dick to your whores
You guys like bitches, lie like drugs
Taking $3 bills nigga and think y'all thugs, Ras Kass that millenium nigga
Watch fools in the scope so I can jemmy a nigga
Got to dodge with a hemmy just to semi a nigga
Punch y'all faggots, some bitches try to dead me a nigga
Sip remy with Kenny, six gimme a trigger
Stop calling me racist, I know plenty of wiggas
And the only real color is green
To the death, motherfucker, Re-Up is a team, motherfucker
Yall niggaz don't know what's the business (yeah!)
My niggaz fo sho with the business
Yall niggaz don't know what's the business
My niggaz gon' give y'all the business
Yall niggaz don't know what's the business
My nigga, Re-Up is the business
Yall niggaz don't know what's the business
like sand through an hour glass
I sift through the past
in retrospect
and recollect
the circumstances
creating ras kass miosis
X Y genes, create the male human being
like jeru damaja, I come clean
2 point 5 million years ago
my dna through
all my ancestors make me who I am today
and to my predecessors I paved the way
no time to eat swine
standing on the county line
hey, despite we endorsing this family fuedin
domestic disputes
your peeps mad as alfred e newman
and it took me some more time to see
when ain't nobody got your back you always got your family
so to me yo
you served that crack head bastard over your kin, you violatin
just cos a nigga makes kids, doesnt make him a man or father
who loves ya baby
blood is thicker than water
blood is thicker than water
blood is thicker than water
Son, blood is thicker than water
from my grandmomma to my lil daughter
son, blood is thicker than water
blood is thicker than water
blood is thicker than water
Son, blood is thicker than water
from my grandmomma to my lil daughter
and I, I never put a hoe before the homies, nigga
seems like a short while ago
me and byrd swore to god, we'd never stop playing with g I joe
now we play with h, o, e' s's
women with big breasts's's
and niggaz compete to bag the freshest bitch
But brothers stay true thru thick and thin..
clocked a major, knew all it really takes is a few good men
but couldnt stand the rain
after the pain of betrayal goes away
you learn a nigga ain't ur homey just because he knows your slave name
Lemont Le-Dale, Curtis Bryan and Jason Terrents
revealed like a mason, but got
326 and 2 3rd more degrees
all you brothers got love like you was part of my family tree
im not anti-white but I'm pro black as hell
gotta save myself first
my family and my race before I save some god damn whales
let it surge through my veins like lava
blood is thicker than water
blood is thicker than water
blood is thicker than water
Son, blood is thicker than water
from my grandmomma to my lil daughter
son, blood is thicker than water
blood is thicker than water
blood is thicker than water
Son, blood is thicker than water
from my grandmomma to my lil daughter
[Intro: Ras Kass]
Ah what's crack-a-lackin zr's and shit
Ya know DJ the boy brooklyn's own masses
It goes
[Chorus: Ras Kass]
Ahha if you like the way it goes
Keep it ra-ra big bank money and hoes
Look at ma-ma ohh wee losing her clothes
You get na-da bitch please go work them hoes
Ahha if you like the way it goes
Keep it ra-ra big bank money and hoes
Look at ma-ma ohh wee losing her clothes
You get na-da go work them classic saving hoes
[Verse One: Ras Kass]
These niggaz rowdy-rowdy never rains in Southern Cali
Only clowdy, howey hit the valley in black Denali's
Like I am Johnny Gotti street on me they rock Armani's
Sorry somebodies baby mama got fucked liked Oochie Wally Wally
Probably I will be ariving early at my platinum party
Poppin wheelies on a Decardi
Bacardi got me arrogant, grouchy and cocky like jocky
I be to complicated to copy can't stop me
Cock lockly my block is craving for brocolli
My nuts to big homey they got me walking notly
I pop three collars at a time that's mine my dimes in every rhyme oh oh
(fuck 'em)
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Ras Kass]
So quick so fast young niggaz in the street is quick to blast
So get your cash up mad and sag your pance see that's the show
They them bitch niggaz like eskimo
Cops better be ro-bo we refuse to move slow
Yet know Ras-y Kass-y at Hard Rock Cafe with Floyd Mayweather
Cussin out the ballet, shoes by ballets
Keep a nigga on his toes like ballet, keeps a bitch like Cali
Next to me how I scooped a movie or I slang
with big drinks, big smokes, basically big thangs
So kick box before with get in your ass like shit stains
Bitch jock aka we switch names
I am Donte, ain't really much more to say
I speak latex like my plastic tongue like parquet
Son of-ma-bitch that's how I lossed my fiance
She said say my name I came and said Beyonce
[Chorus]
Yaknahmsayin niggaz that ought to do it gunplay
Wordplay which ever way y'all want man
Y'all can do it either way you knom'sayin this is straight hustling shit
Don't get it twisted nigga
Filthy ass niggaz get thoose hands out yo pockets knahmsayin
We will see you whenever you wanna be see nigga
You know'mean get layed down anyway you wanna get laid down nigga
Get your shit together man rasey kassey man we hate y'all
Connection in Brooklyn connections in Cali anywhere in between nigga
Ay, how come you won't gimme no pussy tonight?
Aight, well, shake the spot then, you think you special?
I hear your car keys jinglin', get the fuck out
El Drex, what you wanna do? Shai dog, what you wanna do?
Kurupt, what the fuck you wanna do?
Nigga, is you a rider, nigga? Is life fucked up?
They let the gangstas in this muthafucka, Ice Age
I ride for my homeboys
I ride for my homeboys
Nigga, it's all about the money
It's all about the chips
Let's get rich, what, what?
With my new Tiny Tim, try again
Up against the full wind, I'm an alien beast
Generate, penetrate, bust shots
Then fled, quick sick in the head
Rippin' motherfuckers to shreds
Facsimiles, don't know, friend or foe
Elusive, nigga this exclusive, conclusive evidence
Your vision is short range
Rearranged, restructured, recomposed and decomposed
Disassembled, dismembered, reconstructed, polished
Perfected, demolished, rejected, fo' sho'
Like I'm supposed to know this nigga
I ain't neva seen him before, my life
Bitch ass nigga, who tha fuck you supposed to be?
'Cause, niggaz, I grew up wit' threw up shit
On some I don't give a fuck shit
Makin' enemies, duck shit
I'm on some make a million bucks quick
Money gone, quick, get a duck sick trick
Not the one to fuck wit'
My dyke bitch pimpin' on some Nike Flight shit
Ludicrous iron mic shit
Stab yo cold heart wit' a ice pick
Tha ice age, ice age
Tha ice age, ice age
Stab yo cold heart wit' a ice pick
Now Ben must be either pampered or crushed
To regulate, relegate and delegate power
Nigga touch sumtin', touch no one and die slower
You drain your battery you barely talkin' like Teddy Ruxpin
See that's whattup, nigga, I don't give a fuck
Spit some shit so nasty it will make Lil' Kim blush
As if a ?98 Bentley didn't tempt me
To lay bullshit up in dis 60
But consequently my conscience didn't permit me
I'm one third black man
One third Jackie Chan and one third sand
Shitftin' across the surface of tha land
Golden State warrior
Let my nuts hang like niggas in nuisance
So why you givin' groupies all your Lucci?
I've been known for fuckin' hoochies in Suzuki's
And slippin' bougie bitches roofie
Loved yet feared, severe yet loved
The full time titan, fightin' 3 million over night thugs
So get your hand out your rectum
'Cause you can't stop shit, don't rock shit
Studio hustlaz claim they got more ki's than a locksmith
What part of the game is this? Overtime
Gimme the mic, the money, the pussy and the order
The more the overpopulated, get fucked and ovary-copulated
So all you chumps on some ?You owe me an apology? shit
Suck your apology out my dick
I ride for my homeboys
I ride for my homeboys
Nigga it's all about the money
It's all about the chips
Let's get rich, what, what?
We all pawns in the game
But every pawn got his personal chess board
But how many pieces can you afford?
We got reason to believe you a traitor
In 20 words or less Webster's definition of a playa hater
The reason why you hate me so bad
Is 'cause you love me too much
But don't like yourself enough
And, homey, that's it, your hands probably got calluses
From the way you be swingin' on my dick
That's why your main squeeze wanna fuck me for free
Slit the finger on my monkey then she dropped to one knee
If she playin' wit' her pussy, she can suck on my D
* the unreleased 1994 version of "Soul on Ice"
(Scientist voice:
"Say, what do you suppose is the most important part of the body?
Some people say the feet, because we all have to walk.
Some say the eyes, because we all have to see.
Some say the heart...[voice becomes distorted]")
(you got emcees, you got entertainers,
and you got lyricists, which one are you?)
Brace yourself...impact...
crack...BOOM...
motherfuckers,
my molecular structure
is that of an alien
coming out a bald white bitch
On some shit that's wig-splittin'
Got niggas' heads dividing faster
than nerds at a calculus convention
Beyond comprehension
I implement my mental
over instrumentals
and it becomes as detrimental
to a nigga
as Tuskegee experiments with syphilis
the fundemental rudiments
Studying the phonics of yesteryear
pioneers found buried in sediment plates
trying to metrate alphabetics
It took two weeks to estimate the way the old school emcee's said it
I break down the elements
of rocking a mic cable
like a periodical table
Subject matter, (1) production (2), delivery (3)
with the collection of all three
theoretically,
E = emcee squared
But there's a sucka born every minute, it appears
That's 1,440 a day,
525,600 redundant rappers a year
(complex concepts)
And I'm positive as protons,
niggas won't comprehend John
So fuck Bone, I'm bad to the chromosome
All 46 that dwell in each somatic cell
could raise more hell
than Darryl, Jones, Rusty, or Satan
Exercise my mind
and turn fat tracks to muscle
I come from every angle
like 90 degrees in diameter
The Hemis chemist
Isolating isotopes
under microscopes
I bioengineer (Jacob's Coil???)
Let your lens focus
Through osmosis,
just standing next to me
I thought you knew (I thought you knew)
I'm the B-boy scientist
Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet
First we need to truly understand the nature of the threat
The pale man walks in the threshold of darkness
Roughly 20, 000 years ago the first humans evolved
With the phenotypical trait, genetic recessive
Blue eyes, blonde hair and white skin
Albinism apparently was a sin to the original man, Africans
So the mutants traveled North of the equator
Called Europeans later, the first race haters
So here's the Devil's alpha to the beta
Cause history's best qualified to teach one
Quoting German philosopher Schopenhauer
"Every white man is a faded or a bleached one"
Migration created further mutation
Genetic drifts, evolution through recombination
Adaptation to the climate
As the Caucus Mountain man reverted to that of a primate
Savage Neanderthals, until the late Paleolithic age
That's when the Black Grimaldi man came
With the symbol of the dragon, fire and art
Check cave paintings in France and Spain to the Venus of Willendorf
Around 2000 B.C. Southern Russians migrate in small units
Those who travel West populated Europe
Those who went East settled in Iran, known as Aryans
1500 B.C. some crossed the Khyber Pass into India and
Created Hinduism, the first caste system, the origins of racism
A white dot on the forehead meant elite
The black dot - defeat; untrustable, untouchables
They wrote the holy Vedas in Sanskrit
That's the language that created Greek, German, Latin and English
Now the Minoans around 2000 B.C.
Starts on the island of Crete, in the Agean Sea
The Greek culture begins Western Civilization
But "Western Civilization" means "White Domination"
Myceneans learned from Kemet, called Egypt in Greek
It existed since at least 3000 B.C.
Creatin geometry and astronomy
This knowledge influenced Plato, Socrates and Hippocrates
Cause Imhotep, the real father of medicine
Was worshiped in Greece and Rome in the form of a Black African
The word Africa comes from the Greek "Aphrike"
Meaning "without cold"; the word philosophy means "love of knowledge"
Stole from first man, Greek power expands
The first Greek fraternities band
The word gymnasium is Greek for "naked"
This was the place where adolescent boys were educated, and molested
This was accepted because Greek culture was homosexual
For example, Sappho trained girls on the island of Lesbos
Hence, the word lesbian (Ay let these dumb motherfuckers know)
December 25th, the birth of Saturn
A homosexual god, now check the historical pattern
December 25, now thought the birth of Christ
Was Saturnalia, when men got drunk,
Fucked each other then beat their wife
Fact is, it was still practiced, 'til they called it Christmas
So put a gerbil on your Christmas list
The Hellenistic Era, Alexander the Great
Conquers all the way to India leavin four successor states
By the Fifth century B.C., R.O.M.E.
Succeeds to be the conqueror of Egypt and Greece
But had the threat of the Black Phoenicians in Sicily
The Punic Wars began 264 B.C.
The Black general Hannibal and Carthaginian Peace
In 146 B.C. Carthage fell after a six-month siege
Rome sold every citizen to slavery
The first genocide of history
And more bisexuality in sight; Julius Caesar was known as
"Every woman's husband and every man's wife" (Beotch!)
Spartacus Revolt, a slave rebellion that lost
Where 6, 000 slaves was nailed on a cross
Cross? Aw, shit! Jesus Christ! Time for some-act-right
Christians get your facts right
Cause Christ was not his name
That's Greek for "One who is annointed"
Yeshua Ben Yosef was his name, do Christians know this?
So who do you praise, do you know his name?
Or do you do this in vain?
Accepting the religion they gave slaves to behave
Peep the description of historian Josephus
"Short, dark, with an underdeveloped beard was Jesus"
He had the Romans fearing revolution
The solution was to take him to court and falsely accuse him
After being murdered by Pilate how can it be
these same white Romans established Christianity
Constantine would later see the cross in a dream
In his vision, it read "In Hoc Signo Vinces":
"In this sign we conquer" - Manifest Destiny
In 325 he convened the Nicean Creed
And separated God into three
Decided Jesus was born on December 25th
And raisin' on the third day is a myth
Plus to deceive us
Commissioned Michelangelo to paint white pictures of Jesus
He used his aunt, uncle, and nephew
Subconsciously that affects you
It makes you put white people closer to God
(Yo, 'The Man' got game like a motherfucker!)
True indeed, fuck it, Jihad
In the eight century Muslims conquered
Spain, Portugal and France and controlled it for 700 years
They never mention this in history class
Cause ofays are threatened when you get the real lesson
Moors from Baghdad, Turkey threatened European Christians
Meaning, the white way of life; hence the Crusades for Christ
On November 25th, 1491
Santiago defeats the last Muslim stronghold, Grenada
King Ferdinand gave thanks to God for victory
And the Pope of Rome and declared this date to forever be
A day of "Thanksgiving" for all European Christians
Now listen, when you celebrate "Thanksgiving"
What you are actually celebratin'
Is the proclamation of the Pope of Rome
Who later, in league with Queen Isabella
Sent Cardinal Ximenos to Spain
To murder any blacks that resisted Christianity
These Moors, these black men and women
Were from Baghdad, Turkey
And today, you eat the turkey, for your "Thanksgiving" day
As the European Powers destroyed the Turkeys
Who were the forefathers of your mothers and fathers
Now fight the power, you bitch-ass niggas!
Now around this time, Whites started callings us Negroes
That's Spanish for black object meaning we're not really people
But property, and the triangle trade begins - they seize us
Queen Elizabeth sends the first slaves on a ship named Jesus
Stealin' land from the indigenous natives
Gave them alcohol to keep the Red Man intoxicated
Whites claim they had to civilize these pagan animals
But up until 1848 there's documented cases
Of whites bein' the savage cannibals, eatin' Indians
In 1992, it's Jeffery Dahmer
They slaughtered a whole race with guns
Drugs, priests and nuns
1763, the first demonic tactic of biological warfare
As tokens of peace, Sir Jeffery Amherst
Passed out clothin' and blankets to the Indian community
Infested with smallpox, knowin they had no immunity
Today it's AIDS, you best believe it's man made
Cause ain't a damn thing changed... let me explain
Now since people of color are genetically dominant
And Caucasoids are genetically recessive
If Whites expect to be predominant, meaning survive as a race then
They simply must, take precautions
That's why they're worried about their future now
Cause by 2050, almost all the Earth's population
Will be brown, then black, so understandin' that, whites counter-react
(I'm sayin. man. them fools
Ain't nothin' but a teaspoon of milk in the world color majority)
So they created a system
To force blacks into an unnatural position
That re-enforces the position of natural inferiority
In addition, created guns and developed the ethnocentric view
That God justifies every fuckin thing they do
Condition people to perceive whites' culture as civilized
And every other culture considered primitive - not true!
Racism is the system of racial subjugation against non-whites
In every areas of human relation
Entertainment, education, labor, politics
Law, religion, sex, war and economics
See blacks were 3/5ths of a man with tax purposes intended
You think you're Afro-American?
You're a 14th amendment and a good nigga
Jews don't salute the fuckin swastika
But niggaz pledge allegiance to the flag that accosted ya
They never teach about the breaker islands like Jamaica
But before slaves came here whites would take a
Pregnant women, hang her from a tree by her toes
Slice her stomach with a knife
And let the unborn baby fall to the floor
And stop an unborn child in front of all the slaves
To inbreed fear, so they'd be scared and behave
And not rebel more
Understand all whites must be perceived as potential predators
I paraphrase historian Ishakamusa Barashango
"Understand that regardless of the lofty ideas ingraved on paper
In such documents as the Constitution or Declaration
The basic nature of the European American white man
Remains virtually unchanged"... so check
Hip-hop never dye
..so I gave a …she just ..
...told me I’m to smart for my own good
Call for others niggas, I’m strong with a …
You like in a wrong hood
Believe me I’m in the right, I’ve burning it all
…I wanna divorce
I took a breath, took a step
..fuck respect, kind of motherfucking …
…we’ll put some fat on her ass
And put it to her lips like lipo
Sometimes I’ll be on my shit
Sometimes I’ll be on my shit
Sometimes I’ll be on my shit
And that’s way I hate that shit get of my dick
Sometimes I’ll be on my shit
Sometimes I’ll be on my shit
I’ll be the one, and I don’t quit
And that’s my females be on my dick
They asking way you still running yo
Shit cause I can so know you’re ... what you want, you’re the man
Now niggas kill me try to hit my stage when I
When I’mma brake it by my self
Try to shot me out you even know that …
Speak the … and every …was a …
And the same flows my name…, I’m epidemy …
The biggest fear it’s the …
A lot of listeners ….
Pinching chicks and …on fast food
They got enough time to practice …
You’re optimistic man that’s sound of…
..you know my name ..big in the game
… I said it was infinite, you’re still crushing on that system
And that’s way you all be on my tists
Sometimes I’ll be on my shit
Sometimes I’ll be on my shit
Sometimes I’ll be on my shit
And that’s way I hate that shit get of my dick
Sometimes I’ll be on my shit
Sometimes I’ll be on my shit
I’ll be the one, and I don’t quit
Hip-hop never dye
..so I gave a she just ..
...told me I'm to smart for my own good
Call for others niggas, I'm strong with a
You like in a wrong hood
Believe me I'm in the right, I've burning it all
I wanna divorce
I took a breath, took a step
..fuck respect, kind of motherfucking
we'll put some fat on her ass
And put it to her lips like lipo
Sometimes I'll be on my shit
Sometimes I'll be on my shit
Sometimes I'll be on my shit
And that's way I hate that shit get of my dick
Sometimes I'll be on my shit
Sometimes I'll be on my shit
I'll be the one, and I don't quit
And that's my females be on my dick
They asking way you still running yo
Shit cause I can so know you're ... what you want, you're the man
Now niggas kill me try to hit my stage when I
When I'mma brake it by my self
Try to shot me out you even know that
Speak the and every was a
And the same flows my name, I'm epidemy
The biggest fear it's the
A lot of listeners .
Pinching chicks and on fast food
They got enough time to practice
You're optimistic man that's sound of
..you know my name ..big in the game
I said it was infinite, you're still crushing on that system
And that's way you all be on my tists
Sometimes I'll be on my shit
Sometimes I'll be on my shit
Sometimes I'll be on my shit
And that's way I hate that shit get of my dick
Sometimes I'll be on my shit
Sometimes I'll be on my shit
I'll be the one, and I don't quit
[Ras Kass]
What, yeah yeah
1-9-9-9, the "Waterproof" nigga
Y'all little faggot ass niggas, you always gotta fuckin' comment
Y'all like little bitches
I'ma pull your skirt up, fo' sho
You ain't got enough calcium to have a bone to pick wit' me
Like a gracie I choke a nigga out wit' his own gi
on me, fuck they whole batallion
I'll chop ya head off and wear ya skull like sophmore medallions, papi
I'm the one wit da million dolla' smile and three dollars to my name
puttin black eyes in the game like mascara
Diabetic MC's must think shit is sweet
these venomous techniques, I leave heat
A nigga gots to have it in these streets
Bubble eyed G-S on they teams wit beats
Screamin, "I'll make ya famous,"
Write my rhymes in alien and battle niggas in sign language
Cowards make a little cheese then enlarge
artificially, like Pamela Anderson Lee's double D's, please
I'm bangin from Belize to Tel Aviv on the Red Sea
Racin' Saddam Hussein on Kawasaki jet ski's
[chorus]
Walk holdin' my nuts, I don't give a fuck
Spit some shit so nasty it'll make Lil' Kim blush
Nigga, rasasanation's the name
I'ma put it on a bullet, and put it in ya brain
See that's wussup, only I don't give a fuck
Spit some shit so nasty it'll make lil' Kim blush
Nigga, rasasanation is the name
I'ma put it on a bullet, and put it in ya brain
[Ras Kass]
Stay pussy as a pantha, puffin' a hav-a-tampa
askin rappers, "What do you call a million rabbits
walkin' backwards?" (backround) A recedin' hairline
You shouldn't be nervous though, 'cause if I blow
I'ma buy ya record contrac, neva shoot a video
but realy though, is ya nice without rent-a-cars and hype? (nope)
While me and my 12 homies, sip wine like Jesus Christ
wit' super models bitin' on my ears like Mike Tyson on
fight night (Sho' ya right)
The dumb and dumber, my cats pack thunder,
and I got mo' wraps than Mumra, mean green
like that super hero with the lantern and ring,
then watch bootleg cable on a 60 inch screen
Champagne, greens, in 3d, while bastards out catchin' V.D.'s
See me easily givin' fools the finger like E.T.
we be rougher than callous (y'all faggots)
Sing a love ballad, then toss each other's salad
[chorus]
[Ras Kass]
Now welcome to the terrordome (fuckin maricones)
Hoes in the ozone, cell phones and clones it's on
Busta Rhymes said, "There's only 2 years left"
So nowadays I'm playin' russian roulette wit' a tech (ha)
Ghetto holocaust survivor, everyday,
From the S.S stormtroopin P.D. in L.A.
Tellin me bein' black on Saturday night is a felony
If ya name ain't Michael Jordan or
Bill Bellamy, you ass out (mash out)
Cause a lot of white people is racist that's why I'm
bustin' nuts in their teenage daughters faces, Homie
'cause when it rains it pours, Got me wearin a six foot
condom, screamin' "FUCK DA WORLD"
Makin' butterfly-ass niggas commit insecticide
Half god - 50% zilla - illa - my alphabet slitha across
ouiji boards from the philla-gilla,
have dead niggas dancin around they graves like Thriller
[chorus]
[Ras Kass]
Yeah, what, the "Waterproof", Stu'B'Doo on the track
Rhettmatic Beat Junkies on the scratch
Listen, all y'all niggas be having too much to say man,
y'all niggas can eat a fat big dick
If you're pissed off you dying with your dick in your hand, guaranteed
All y'all bitch ass niggas
trying to play me on the Liberaci Versace tip
I'ma catch you outside your mansion with a big four fifth
(feat. Twista)
[Twista]
All or nuthin, stall the bluffin, won't let the po-po arrest me
Try to hit the deck to bless me
But I'm still broke so I ride like Frank & Jessie
But they can't catch me, breakin niggas off like a sawed-off
Comin for the fedder man, my millimeter bringin better things
When I pull, like a better bang, so if I have to, I'ma let it rang
Gotta handle my functions, but an outcome, I have a somethin
Instead of nuthin, haters hold me down
and servin thru a stick up or somethin
Now I gotta pick up the pump and let it ride
All or nuthin, step aside, or you can hit the paper big time
You gon murder like strick nine, wit a grip nine, sever bitch time
Cuz I gotta mine, and it's on
[Ras Kass]
Why you cummin up short like a million midgets masturbatin
Mascaradin as the most murderous madman militia my nigga Twista told me
Monopolize, strategize, maximize, make money to win
Wit career sinners intake us, sinners
Turn ya hopeless into magenta, quick essential inventor
Please, we seizin bees, VL's and GD's
Got OG's, OZ's, keys for these millionaire momi's
Release your shells, my nigga
Knew the job was dangerous, when I took it, why's a player
Dark tides, or say on how to walk crooked, look it
Gotta sophisticated home
I'm assassin bitches that give my shotgun barrel blow jobs
So when the four stickin out like a sore toe thong
It's no prob, vocally for sure squad, thorough man
[Chorus 2X]
Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough
Stacks that you can't flow
Kick in the door, we on the floor, come up off a G and 2 hundred mo'
Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough
Shit, all or nuthin, no bluffin, If I have to, I'm bustin
[Twista]
Nigga worthless to bones, like nickels to quarters
Fallers to shot callers, all of gotta get the paper some how
For the school of the gun style, see me til the cops call us
Hell brought us, to a situation where we gotta driveby
Let the bullets from my nine fly, to murder who you was deprived by
But I admit sometimes if it wasn't for crime I
Try to be, bokin, rollers, while the start keep it low goin, homeless
So I'm hookin up wit Ras Kass, on some shit we can stack cash
But if I have to pull back a rag fast, on that ass nigga
[Ras Kass]
He set the streets full wit jackals, racists, crackers and cannibals
So it's understandable, why I'm half man, half animal
Ridin thru in the hood on my elephant like Hannibal
See I used to have dreams of fuckin an R&B; bitch
And I used to dreams of beein 21 and rich
Not a twice that bad though, now I'm tryin to be rich by age 25
See Shallah survive that new world they pay yo
But you don't hear me
[Chorus 2X]
[Ras Kass]
Home boy, my games tight
I could talk the Virgin Mary outta panties the same night
From a cocoon on the dark side of the moon
The illest niggas existin, I know who you are
U-Bar, fuck the beyond or recognition
In the middle of the ghetto I'm buildin a casino
Like Bugsy Siegel wit me, gon put niggas and Latinos
Shootout wit the ATF in Beemer, for free, see bone, see dough
Nigga I'm like Steve and Digo, except I pack sevente cinqo
Rowdy, Los Angelino, you got knocked the fuck out like Deebo
Featuring Pro'Verb & Kendrick Lamar
[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
Come up out that shithole, gotta get this money
Long Beach, CR, all this shit is sunny
Put the monkey in it like the shit is funny
Banana clip Ras about to split this dummy
The funk just told me to kick back
I like revenge, retaliation and get back, nigga
Got more bars than Kit-Kat
Get smacked like Kat Stacks if you lift, Jack
A motherfucker better recognize
With a flick of my wrist like Kevorkian, you all die
All I do was ball high
Trying to stay above the rim like a tall guy
That niggas' ass super fly
Y'all ride Lexus, lasonic, left lane, tall ride
OG to BG, I tried to warn ya
Only in California
[Hook: ProVerb]
Only in L.A, in L.A
In the gangsters' place
Catching up on things
Summertime, let's go ride
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Rolling down Rosecrans bumping delay see
Feeling like 1-9-9-3 '91 to the seventh jam
I'm in Long Beach, home of dillagent, dilligent gangsta shit
Gangsters killing, you wanksters quit filling your iPod's up with classics
Energy could out-match them adlibs
DBGC general
Jay know my breath marching, hold all my genitals
Yeah, it's like that cause I was taught that
Back when Dog Food dropped in the Compton swap meet parking lot
Daddy rehab three, so going to my pops we was popping now
The trunk in the caddy was rocking now
Slap a nigga in the face with a little waist, even make 'Pac salute
Snare like a beartrap, they're imperible too
Bear witness
Kids like Barry Bonds, that's the realest, nigga
[Hook: ProVerb]
Only in L.A, in L.A
In the gangsters' place
Catching up on things
[Ras Kass]
I was lyrically Hip Hop's top 5, before two of my niggas died
Syntax a deep impact Bruce Willis couldn't survive
A strange death, since niggas wasn't loud
I'm throwin monitors offstage cause Rakim said (move the crowd)
I'm one year older, ten times more determined, potna
A hairy situation like (Chaka?) fuckin Chewbacca
Connect the dots, murder by design
Shit on your intellect, and fertilize your mind (mind)
Pull out the guage and we can face off like Nicolas Cage
Battle for the second coming of Christ and see whose soul gets saved
One might be your girl so don't trust her. I'll tell it like Usher
*singing* Girl I'll make you wanna leave the clown you with,
Start a new relationship, make the bitch take the dick
She ate the dick too, though, that's Mr. mafioso dulo
We bustin caps at your culo...
[Saafir]
Waterproof, baby. Know what I'm sayin? That means we can't be wet.
*scratching*
(the waterproof MC, you ain't wettin me
you need to stop rappin and start robbin banks like Steady B)
[Ras Kass]
My style is sex and violence, vocabulary and science, and an uneasy
alliance
Let's toast the bread like a plugged up appliance (I'll drink to that!)
Remy on the rocks, the real estated eventually, son
Reverse (deverdi pras to pras verdi?) like, Century 21
I want the mansion and the yacht
And all the shit them rich wack rappers got (then the ultimatum was read)
Like every MC woke up with a thouroughbred horsehead in they bed
In other words, teflon tops with (keflar?) nuts
The closest I ever been to ass was cigarette butts
I'm nice, that's probably why I don't be fuckin with Sprite
Cause thirst is nothin, image is everything on the mic
These days, these DJs get paid under the table
Pay the most popular producer on the most popular label
Pay for full page ads in the most popular magazine
Now you got the most popular new artist
Guaranteed the air we breathe is thin, better tell her
Then I'ma choke the bitch out at 11: 59, reveal the real Cinderella
(AAAAAAHHHHHHH!) When two hydrogens reach my oxygen atom
You can't gat 'em or get at 'em
Anatomically designed to be solar, fuck the rap star
When I die I want niggas doin drive-by's with my ashes in the car
R-A-S, H20 liquifyin you assets
Repo your flow even in (prepo letho?)
Straight outta Aruba, lampin with my boo from Bermuda
Lickin rugers in Cuba, blowin niggas out the frame
With brass knuckles and a tuba, my new maneuver is scuba
360 degrees of revenge like Montezuma
*more scratching*
[Saafir]
Waterproof... know what I'm sayin? It's like this man... know what I'm
sayin? Muthafuckas really gotta like reach within themselves, and pull your
spirit out your mouth... knowmsayin? But now it's all good cause I'm in
relation with the truth! You gonna have to really be yourself potna, look
me in the retina.
[Ras Kass]
When it's my time to shine, the whole world is goin blind
From the sheisty side of town where a nickel cost a dime
Niggas is (Boston?), Black brothas is bastards
The bubble break bread and give a nigga space like Nasa
I catch red eyed flights to rok mics
Spent too many drunk nights fuckin gold diggers and dikes
Same shit, different toilet though, concentrated to blow
I moonwalk across hot coals on my tippy toes for the flow
Stay low key like midget doorknobs
Stay above the law like Judge Judy giving blow jobs
Satisfaction, three out of four Braxtons
Especially Toni, fuck affirmative action
Cause Anglo-saxon fashions is packin Mack-10s
Trainin for helter skelter when the race war begin
Stay true to the game, but the game ain't true to the MC
Where niggas is bootleggin Makaveli 2 and 3
[Saafir]
Real game... waterproof.with the name, man. Listen to the name, man.
Waterproof don't have no muthafuckin (?) Junction, with nothin. Ain't no
image!
We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the first batter up Ahmad -- well then come widdit
All around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the first batter up Ahmad -- well then come widdit
Well it's the niggerole that caught Foot Lock
Cause the vibe keeps voxed in funk, makes you rock to the side
Gave it all I had, just to have what I got
Niggas tryin to be bad, and they mad cuz they not
Gonna defeat the rapper who got three ways to sack a
Quarterback I slaughter wack MC's with ease
These nuts what you get and a busted lip
What you have when you come at me with buster shit
All that graf given driven so I musta hit
Bought a Jag, chillin on the Shore just to dip
Get it right, cause I get it, night in and night out
I'm butter, covering up wack MC's like White Out
Don't doubt it that they dissed me OK rap is overrated
Who hate it that a nigga from the West blew up and made it
And I'd braid it if I had it but for now I keep it balded
Niggas tryin to touch to me better stop before they get scalded
I'm hot, like a skillet and grits, crush you to bits
When I look over the room, and then lower the boom, and
Think that they can defeat the man that can't be beat
I do the breaststroke clown while you drown in three feet
Beep beep like robots on Buck Rodgers plus I bust
25th century rhymes so you decline
To battle anytime had skills since I was nine
Dope lines the only weapon that I cock, I never drop
I stop clones cuz biting's never condoned
From the Westside 4th Avenue crew Jones
We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the second batter Ras Kass -- well then come widdit
All around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the second... nah forget it
My foramen magnum got 357 calibers
To bust a suckaz melon like Gallagher (pow)
Body chemistry consists of Hennessey, toxic melanin
With an adamantium skeleton like Wolverine
Child, my heart pumps kerosene
Son I spit butane, burn any bastard you name till I die
And even when I'm maggots, I'mma still be fly
you're not the one
Your name's not Anfernee Hardaway
I'm like a wolf with blood dripping down the fangs
My techniques foul enough to shoot the flagrant technical
I be comin off the head rougher then ribbed tip recepticles
Expect the exceptional syllables to be the next man's umbilical cord
Catch distortion, ras cancels kids like abortions
Sendin niggas to hip hop hell, ock
Eternal damnation through writers block
I rock over the results of Reeboks and sands
Stand ill, forget a live band just my mouth and hand
And even man wasn't prehensile
I'd still find ways to grip mikes, hold my tip when I piss
And pick off pubic lice
Cause see, I always been nice but first brothers slept
Now I've come back twice like Christ to resurrect the West
We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the third batter up, Saafir -- well then come widdit
All around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the third batter Saafir -- well then come widdit
Verse Three: Saafir the Saucee Nomad
Some spit it, but my saliva is liver
Spit stenches drenches been intricated, flow braggarts
Act cynic thyroid thermia hypodermic
How I earn it squeezing juices, one-hundred
Percent concentrated on easing nooses around the necks
Of tricks, probably won't get this
Thick hottie body carberuator
I'm the un-priggish well cat led bredded-well ill verse my
Will is ho gung for the fortune
Can spell hearse with the same Addams Family apple grapple hook
Crooked, flier I fly crooked
For the crew, Hobo Junction, in a few I'll plan
Father soldier and when they're older I'll teach them off
Killings of confidence and to be omnipotent with content
Accomplishment for gladiation I'm done
With training of explaining as the crates in plan B
Attack instructs me to hit the yak
The Nomadic, addict, merchant
We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
Well then come widdit
All around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
Ras Kass:
You want to talk to God? God never sleeps.
Chorus
Ras Kass: Now what came first, the chicken or the egg?
God: Armageddon.
Ras Kass: A arm a leg a leg a arm a head.
Headin in your direction.
The riddle was the answer to the question.
Born of the flesh, what is perfection
Ras Kass:
Inside my mother's womb,doomed to return to the tomb.
Or was it from the dead I was raised?
All too soon to pay, on judgement day,
Is this beginning or the ending,
Died sinning, still winning, still grinning.
This ending, verdict still pending, born pretending,
Three-hundred billion men, women, and children.
Deja vu, could be I'm dreaming,
But we all ask for divine reason,
While still breathing, and until leaving.
Who?, What?, When? Where?, How?
But most of all why?
God:
Why what?
Ras Kass:
Do we live just to die?
God:
The Book was written.
Way before the apple got bitten.
There's no God but me, mathematically, in division.
My decision was all inventions.
I need not mention infinite dementions.
But the human mind's flaw was limited comprehension.
So while you try to travel to Mars and the stars,
The God manifests through the entire universe.
>From the Sun, Moon, the Earth.
I created man in my image and the black man was first.
The scientific explanation, yea I made man out of dirt.
Ras Kass:
But how can a man be first, when its the woman that's giving birth?
God:
Listen, single-celled organisms.
The homosapien, the albanein
Ras Kass:
What's that?
God:
White people.
Ras Kass:
They keep the world seperate and unequal.
God:
The teach you, right is wrong, wrong is right.
Up is down.
Teaches King Arthur's throne, is the planets that are round
Ras Kass:
Can we really time travel, and is there life in outer space?
God:
Wait, you knew all this in the first place.
You tryin to get to God.
Ras Kass:
But, I've fallen from your grace.
A billion paths to take, but which one is truly straight?
Chorus
Ras Kass:
Can you walk across water or rise from the dead?
I heard he said he lived, in the son of man's legs.
God:
Its a process, shit dont just happen, I create it.
Everything you see, and shit you dont, son I made it, and weighed it.
I'm the big bang theory and evolution.
Been there, done that, from revolution to prostitution.
The first and final solution.
The quaran, bible, and vedas, is only tools,
dont be confused when the medula oblagada do
Ras Kass:
Oh, so revelations is Genesis.
God:
Three-sixty degrees are limitless.
Satan:
Shit, my motherfuckin nemesis.
Ras Kass:
Who is you?
Satan:
Son, I thought you knew.
Who else? Lucifer, the lie bearer stupid, the devil himself.
He the creator, we all the creations, guess i'm eternal damnation.
Got you bitches seaking your own salvation.
Who taught you how to pray?
You read it in the book, look, your bear witness to Amen Ray.
Every day when you say Amen, and then turn around and preach worshipin false
Gods,
Is an unforgettable sin.
Yea the good book is like comic books,
You take 'em too literal,
I tricked you in to believin' the power to reason,
Makes you able to live infinitely, in the physical.
Guess I'm the pawn com lyrical.
Basically I tell true lies in general, the yin and the yang
The player with a trillion years of game.
God:
He got you sellin your spiritual, for power, monery, and fame,
I came out of triple stage darkness, gave mortals my attributes.
But even you may be a mystery God like the Lockness,
And use science to prove or disprove my existence.
Tryin to unlock this, artificial intelligence, cloned in a space station,
Tryin to build the tower of babylon.
But you sadly mistaken, when I start erasin homosapiens.
You lookin for an angel with wings,
I'm 'a bring young niggas with a ak, fuck a alien.
Ras Kass:
So what you sayin then, you the one that created sin.
God:
What you call mother nature, was the nature of me.
What you call evil, ultimately, was the force inside of me.
Matter cant be created or destroyed it just changes shape.
One God, many people, and many faiths.
And this is how I wanted it done.
Ras Kass:
Wait, wait, hold up.
Father tell me, who is God's son?
Chorus
God:
I be the Jesus to your Buddah, the Chrishna at your Junah,
The big kahauna, Jehova Witnesses, suede pumas.
Zues, Pharoah, Eloheim, Saturn, Yaweh, Jah,
Rastafari, Allah, the most high.
A being, only that I'm not.
I'm the oceans, the trees, a bumble bee, and a glock.
Earthquakes, how much money you ever take.
The reason behind every mistake mankind continually makes.
Ras Kass:
Did God create man, or did man need to create God?
Satan:
The answer is both, cause how mortals look at God is odd.
God:
You try to customize me to be comfortable.
For what you want to do, and how you choose to act.
The Pope and Christians will tell you God aint black.
But to get something from nothing is physically impossible, thats a fact.
Satan:
Black is the combination of all colors
Ras Kass:
White is the lack thereof.
God:
Darkness is beneath the ground, and in the skies up above.
The clue, is that the true illumination is me, not illuminati.
Cause I alone discriminate, and eliminate
Any who be believing they can rationalize our out reason he.
Who created your creature, the student can never be greater than the teacher.
Whether its Adam and Eve, or atomic chemistry.
I'm the one true source of all energy.
Who will eventually destroy every enemy when I see fit.
I cant blaspheme my own name so when Goddamnit, so be it.
Satan:
Thats called the wrath of God, but we gotta deal, I can chill
Fuck up the whole world, and in the end,
He'll still fulfill his plan, to return man to his original position.
Nigga gave me some hooks, and said I gets to go fishin.
God:
I gave man doiminion over the Earth, to master the wealth.
But most of my children dont have dominion over theyself.
Satan:
Thats where I come in.
Call it original sin.
Well, who really gives a flying fuck?
I taught you how to blood suck, and ultimately self destruct.
God:
Know the ledge, wise the dome, do the data.
I'm the alpha.
Satan:
I'm the beta.
Ras Kass:
And I'm omega.
To be or not to be was man's question since conception.
I think therefore I am, was man's preception.
But the birth is the ressurection.
The son of God, or God's son, that lights our entire spectrum.
You got everlasting life, long as you got day and night.
Illumination, not education, to bring the blind sight.
And what you need to know is that you'll never know it all.
Hallelujah when I do ya
Verse One:
Shit, I ain't never seen an angel, virgin bitches with halos
But my secular metaphysical theology is fatal
Because me with a mic cable is a religious experience in itself
I got a message from God
He said, "Don't even try to fuck with me," suckered reluctantly
Carried the cross and uppercuts and at that, I'm hazardous
I speak to the heads and raise the dead like Lazarus
Led the fucking lambs to the slaughter, and walked on water
When it's frozen, in the ground influence and I'm on point
Like the unicorn and you need a form, to bring rains
To Desert Storm for 40 days and 39 nights
So my cerebral flows flood the Earth with a, megahertz
And the first shall be last and the last shall be first
Reciting a biblical verse before I make your melon burst
Like that nigga Jules from Pulp Fiction
My salvation is salivation, and diction crucifixion
It's a blessing just to live another day they say
Because the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away
So my niggaz pray five times a day and still
Carry a trey-five-seven (On Earth, As It Is In Heaven)
Chorus:
(On the planet) Earth, it was my place of birth
Born to be the sole controller, of the universe
Drinking with the Lord and shoot dice with Christ
Hitting seven, On Earth, As It Is In Heaven
Verse Two:
Feeling like a cock, cause I be talking to a burning bush
But I'm not knowing till I fornicated with the hoe and
Caught the claps so, my first communion consists of
Bread and wine and dioxycill in one-hundred milligram capsules
Let the commandments begin again
Cause just like Moses on Mount Sinai, I broke all ten
For the believing, in the evening, when I covet my neighbors wife
I do dirt and get works to reap life, victimize
And give us this day to make our daily bread
Cause if I'm broke I'm serving cavvy in Bethlehem
Or selling my soul to Satan, six figure record deal
Protection's my religious denomination, B.C.
I be the coming like when Mary's water broke
So let there be light, so niggaz can see I rock mics religiously
Those who believe ye shall receive
But non-believers, you niggaz doubt my existence like agnostics
The hostile gospel, I apostle, with epistles from speaking in tongues,
But God sewed up and gave his only begotten Son
To set it on niggaz, blowing backwards bastards to Kingdom Come
And knowing the Judas in my crew
So do unto others before they do unto you
Like Rastas heads be dreadin
Phoenetic armageddeon (On Earth, As It Is In Heaven)
Chorus
Verse Three:
I hit the planet like a plague
The Book of Revelations red dragon with ten horns and seven heads
And seven crowns skills concealed until the Seventh Seal revealed
To fulfill prophecy
From D.C. to AC/DC radio receivers
The messiah comes back igniting the fever in the rap world game
(The hit after) The three headed raptor, is after
You hear the HemisFear trinity raps rap to you Babylon fires
Cause thou shalt not worship for sire
Just like David guillotined philistines even God is homicidal
Fucking these kids like catholic priests after mass
Pubic hair of lamb's wool, and feet of burned brass
That I can put up in your platinum ass son
Instead I arrive the Golden Child, every knee shall bow
When the divine styler is speaking in parables
Like old baptist churches I'm getting old bitches hysterical
HALLELUJAH! Praise be to Mamadullah, I blew God and not
Another nigga hotter, believe that Meshach
The hip-hop martyr who sacrificed and gave my life
But got 4Pac, so I'm livin the Thug Life in the afterlife
Then I be walking through the pearly gates
With an infared scope ten millimeter heater
'cause if my name ain't in the Book of Life I'm snuffing St. Peter
Drinking the blood of Jesus Christ and pissing holy water
No QUESTION who can come cleaner
M-D-C plus M-I-C equals holy B-I-B-L-E to me
Matrimony is getting head but I refuse to break bread
With Jezebels, my management already gets twenty percent
So fuck tieing, go to Hell
I'd rather continue backsliding
You're not from the tribe of Judah, so why you lying?
Come watch the Zion, I'm signifying
The next shit to wreck shit and see the Exodus
[scratching]
"death on the phono, my skills are dolo
You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo"
---> atcq (scenario remix)
Verse one: ras kass
I'ma kick it to y'all frankly
So all y'all weak niggaz can hate me
Jealous 'cause they know i'm the shit, like mr. hankey
Reintroducing ras kass, the waterproof
I'm too deep, you too $hort
Standin' on two feet, drownin' in two feet, kapeesh?
I defy the feat by defecating on beat, fuck how you feel
I've got an oral fixation with spitting liquid razors
So I'll that they cut through steel
So if my album ever sell 3 mil
I'm slashing every rapper with a deal
Every nigga with a video look like seal
'kiss from a rose' - not, more like a peck from jada'
Even with a spectator
Ranked this nigga 45 in blaze 50 greatest mcs
Good lookin but i beg to differ, though
Body of evidence
My molecular structure based on the table of elements
I'm cmx4, nl3, iv3, plus tg2, rd4, ms4, gr1, at5 (?!)
I'm complex with curriculums combinded
A next level innovator with invigorating rhymes
Plus slightly thuged out, but revolutionary with minds
Spit my message with grime
Five years ahead of my time
Two thousand and five,
I'ma be that nigga beatin' down traffic cops at stop signs
Put that in you're glass dick and smoke it
Who the dopest? if ras spoke it, loc'est
The most focused wrote the opus, nature of the threat
Fost focus richest the bok'est could get it like
I'm sexually transmitted, bidditch
Yeah, yeah, evil d make it I'll for me, spit it
[scratching]
"death on the phono, my skills are dolo
You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo"
Verse two: ras kass
It's that underground b-boy shit
Just a beat and a rhyme
As simplified as a heat and a crime
True lyricists always get felt
'cause i rarely masturbate dog, but i always be feelin' myself
I rep' golden state warriors, i rep' the horsemen
Get pissy drunk and forced to break the porcelin
God, i'm worse than cupid, stupid
Love is lust, so my glands release hollow point endorphins
Bitch nigga, i'm mighty morphin' into a larson
Forcin' grown men into a forced a-dult abortion
Make it scorchin'
Hot to death then drop it artic
So mcs shatter like glass next time a nigga sparks shit
Make sense/cents, even if i don't make dollars
Asiatic ghetto scholar
Y'all grafted like seedless grapes and rottweilers
My hoochie bitches pop that pussy while my pimp niggaz pop they collars
And pop stars- these the last days of disco
It's all about me-me-me-me-me
Cause i'm out here with a big dick, though
You faggot like sisqo
You thumbs down six feet like ebert & gene siskel
I'm blessed with my father's complexion and my mother's features
I'm unique, different from all other creatures
I be rocking a black doo rag tellin pigeons youse a motherfuckin fool
And they be like 'you look like ja rule, but that's cool'
I guess all short, chocolate, chinky eyed niggaz look alike, boo
Let the pen stroke, so the track have a heart attack
You blind, baby, give your cataracts cataracts
Matter of fact, face it, i'm just not the norm
More graphic than porn
I'm like eye witnessin' a matador get his rib cage crushed
Lung pulled by a raging bull's horn
I put it on like a uniform
Intro:
What? Nigga, You got problems?
Nigga you don't want no problems with me, shit
Nigga you ain't got enough calcium to have a bone to pick (coward)
You little bitch ass nigga, niggas be hovering niggas be bothering you
I aun't fuckin' with y'all, I ain't fuckin with you
I guess I got a bad attitude
Verse 1:
I spit slick shit like K-Y Jelly
Out for the mail like Melly
I'm fucking you tonight before Kelly
My bitches dance with there belly
And fuck me with there eyes
See crime is where they organize
In the land of the blind the one eyed is genie
A male chauvinist keep them barefoot in a two piece bikini
Need a bulletproof beenie when niggas got five minutes of funk
make them disappear like Houdini or who-done-it a Whoridah
Got old folks scared just to go outside on there front porch
And all this bullshit is going on in church of course
(but but but but but wait it gets worse!)
I could still instill a semi-automatic verse
And draw blood like a nurse
Correspond like? and on the mic I bomb like nuclear fission
Alphabetic mathematician your prerogative is my decision
My litigation gives me a reputation for giving niggas no get back like black reparations
You're doing too much 'cause I'm going to be rich nigga I put that on my two nuts
Chorus:
I ain't fuckin' with you You're not to be fucked with
(Big nigga I though you knew)
Cause we find this niggas mood is rude
But I know the Cause of your shitty attitude
Verse 2:
Now whenever I'm fed up we can go head up
My ex bitch called me a dog so I piss with one leg up
straight up and down three hundred and sixty-five rounds
one in the chamber for leap year keep clear
I get my hands dirty like a sanitation worker so what's beef?
Beef is that meat inside a hamburger and man-murder I stand further apart
And Beat more rappers than Dr. Dre, Mo-Bee, Dimond Dee, and Mark Sparx (All Producers)
The quintessential micaphonist smoke the 50 thousand dollar bonus
Swarming your green like locus
Your vegetation was supposed to be edumacation
Left a nigga feeling like he's stranded in Serbia and he's the only Croatians
No relation that's my justification for ripping niggas
Stripping niggas bigga figgas tippin strippers
In the First King in the cut like scissors
Shoot her to the point and long dick her
Bang her to the point of exhaustion truly
I ride her like that pony song and flip her (Flipper) like a dolphin movie
Listen no anal sex and no kissing
Doggystyles my favorite position
Insisting that you grab your ankles and lay face down bitch
Play like cuss words on the radio and turn that ass around (aww TIHS!)
I puts it down like Davie though it's all gravy though
Priority records got to pay me though but
Chorus:
Now when it's on then it's on no shame in my game
Cowards wouldn't bust a grape if there name were Champaign
I change lanes on dirtbikes and change direction at the speed of light
I use my feet to catch the dice niggas gamble everyday anyway
Paying the price of life kill a fifth of E and J everynight
Got to be right to be impolite I've been mad
So how the fuck I'm supposed to keep my act clean like Sinbad
See white people burn your church
The see you in the mall and clutch there purse
Treat a nigga like dirt when the black man was here first
That's why I be on one officially
fuck white people in general and fuck the police specifically
You got at me but you're missing me sideways
So I'm giving rappers a curfew like I gave birth to you
Don't be calling them shit shades when you know that its curtains for you
I'm certain I'm hurting a few ego's Toni's, Mark's, and Nino's
Stompin with the big Dog Pino, see though
I'll pull your card and get your chips like I'm Kino
From Yugoslavia to Reno, Yeah homie we know
Xzibit Intro:
Yo it's the almight Xzibit. In the Law House huh.
With Laylaw huh and D-Mac huh (Ras Kass).
ntroducing huh. The nigga Ras Kass ha.
We all know and love him ha.
Yo let's bring it through youknowhatI'msayin'
bring that shit through nigga. What's up yo yo.
Ras Kass:
Well it's the R double AK triple S the letters of my name
For you and your bitch to unscramble on Soul Train
This Arch Angel got niggas hooked like crack babies
I think of bomb shit like my brain was made outta M-80s (caviar)
I flow 16 Pablo Escobar perverse perversion' so fat my dick got a double chin
My MCin' produce more seaman then wet dreamin'
Of hostin' BET with Rachel in the Caribbean
C-arson home of niggas with gold Visas and heaters
Sendin' Jesus subpoenas
(Got you singin' duets with Selena nigga)
So Sister Act
Cause black nun (none) get love
And I'm a have juice till Mark Ferman plants the bloody glove
I drive European cars and smoke Cuban cigars
Bring it phat to your ears like Warren G's keyloyds
From B-boys to D-boyz it's like shippin' keys from overseas
Please I move MC's like o.z.s
Hook:
See niggas from outta town don't even fuck around
Ras Kass:
But there ain't no angel that you can strangle Los Angels
Xzibit:
See handguns and girls that's the way of the underworld
Ras Kass:
There ain't no angel that you can strangle Arch Angels (say what?)
Ras Kass:
See left coast niggas is the Craziest
I dodge shotgun pellets in the felonious Los Skandalous
Golden State
Home of dysfunctional gang truces
5.8 quakes where glass houses pancake (westsiiiiiide)
But I be in the hood like a rebuilt engine
Fuck what I'm benchin' I weave through tracks like extensions (nigga)
I'm ridin' for chips like on time on motorcycles
And for looters to get trifle
I'm like a chink on a Slason swap meet roof with two automatic rifles
Puberty got me Vicious
And these generation X bitches is too big for they britches
15 goin' on 30
"I wanna fuck" written all over their faces with mack compact blowin' kisses
Promoted like seven oasis gettin' niggas twisted in statutory rape cases
But I write rhymes in enough white lines askin' Melle Mel my punchlines
Hit from the baseline like six by nines
Crack addicts and Reggie Miller
That's fo reala
I X more Hollywood Squares than Phillis Dilla
Hook:
Xzibit:
Yeah niggas from outta town don't even fuck around
Ras Kass:
But there ain't no angel that you can strangle Los Angels (yeah)
Xzibit:
Welcome to the place where niggas make moves
Ras Kass:
Nigga there ain't no angel that you can strangle Arch Angels
Xzbit:
Handguns and girls that's the way of the underworld
Ras Kass:
But there ain't no angle that you can strangle Los Angels (ha)
Xzibit:
Home of the scandalous big bad Los Angeles
Ras Kass:
But there ain't no angel that you can strangle Arch Angels
Ras Kass:
You know man all I have in this world is two things man
That's my word and my balls
Or maybe that's three things
So on microphones I let my nuts hang like John Homes
And took so many niggas out I should change my name to Chaperone
D-Mac and Laylaw know that on mic cables
I got one thousand two hundred techniques similar to the turntable
So if it's crem de la creme since I'm smarter I oughta
Float like dead bodies in water
Manana tell your girl this here mayatti got one extra backstage pass
If she put 'em on the glass
Cause she be jockin' rappers that be seen with who's who
The single charters so she blows me for a hit like cluckheads do
No MC parallels they behind bars like Rick's jail cell
To rock well I need a beat like...
Child abuse victims (ha ha)
Everything I say turn to yay
This shit was blowin' kids away before Timothy McVeigh
Hook
Xzibit outro:
Yeah yeah straight from motherfuckin' Xzibt ha ha and the Lawhouse
youknowhatI'msayin' with that nigga Ras Kass (he's guilty).
Yeah yeah. Break it down. It won't stop. West coast hip hop (yo yo).
[Ras Kass]
Strike three, hehe
It's-just-thug-men-tal-i-ty, nigga.
Ha, YEAHHH, ha, yeah-YEAHHH, uh-uhh, uhh.
Ras Kass register Richter with nine point eight tectonic plate quakes
Firm rubber no breaks, California plates Golden State
Catch me sittin on the roof, bumpin Snoop
"Gin and Juice" reminiscin bout the rides and gang truce
Seventy degrees in the winter - tropical weather
and vendettas cause L.A. niggaz be all about they cheddar
Hoochie bitches and B.G.'s too big for they britches
Curb servin, they double up to get richer
Fuck around them lil' niggaz comin to get'cha and get wit'cha
Dump until six hit'cha, don't let the sunshine and palm trees
fool you get the picture, niggaz be in Hollywood thinkin it's all good
But everything South of Wilshire, is all hood
Niggaz committin murder
Later that night at Tommy's eatin a chili-cheese burger
Menace II Society, seen that
Kobe and Shaq - Lakers bout to bring the championship ring back
From Ladera Heights to Venice Beach
Dime pieces with BMW leases and Cartier timepieces
I was born to raise West coast til my casket drop
Throw up a dub, spittin at the camera like 'Pac, ptooey
Chorus: Ras Kass (repeat 2X)
Would y'all get down for me, I'ma represent my town
so y'all represent y'all town for me
If a G's gettin made, put it down with me
Homey that's a West Coast Mentality
[Ras Kass]
Three-hundred and ten angels, flossin nine-hundred and nine fdangles(?)
Two-hundred and thirteen sets to gangbang too
Three-hundred and twenty-three hungry homies want steak
Never been greedy, if I ate/eight, one-eight (donate)
So if I gotta choose a coast, I got to choose the West
Born and raised out there, so don't - go there
Oh yeah, I'm the illest nigga, clownin y'all fools
with everything y'all say like Luther Luffeigh
I swoop through L.A. hoe, bendin y'all bitches like clay dough
Fuck what you say doe, these streets are fatal pendejo
So everywhere I go I take West coast with me
Home of the driveby, Thug Life and dickies
What you know about silk shirts (huh?)
Cross corded snakeskin belts, flippin off the front porch
Lesson number one - niggaz don't give a fuck
and lesson number two remember lesson number one
Chorus
[Ras Kass]
See in L.A., niggaz don't walk, niggaz drive whips with beats
Weak niggaz trick, most niggaz say bitches ain't shit
but hoes gotta eat too, they all be at Club Lingerie
with a gay down to meet you
But fuck a three-piece suit
Y'all niggaz dressin like y'all goin to church
Either me and my homies get in lookin like this or we skert
(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittin, we just parkin-lot pimpin'
Sunday night, Jamaican gold, hip-hop and cheeba
Tuesday lesbian divas be up in Peanuts (what)
I be fuckin baby girl and her stud
Plus she said my dick was big, my shit be up in the gut
Waittress bitch tryin to front like we broke, "Whattup loc?"
Give me a Henn' and O.J. without slashin Nicole's throat
C-arson nigga, I'm just the illest emcee
All California Love, rest in peace Bigga B.
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