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Rasassination通過: Ras Kass |
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1. _ It Is What It Is
[ras kass]
I been around the world once, had your fianc?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 boil your pet
Cause everybody wanna have it lavish and sh
Now, courvoisier is my dossier overnight, 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 peeling 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 want stock in fox with 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 motives, she bogus
I noticed her jocking the rims on the lotus
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 winona
Being nice is a vice, the gift is naturally mine
That's like +grand verbalizer+ not knowing the time
See, my partners commit crimes serving federal bids
Confined to a six by nine regrettin the wrong shit he did
I swear, 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 blaupunkt pump
Kept a part and a fade since about eleventh grade
Rock the donna karan 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 jesus like mary magdalene 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 tempt me
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
You better believe it, ooh yeah
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2. _ Skit #1
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3. _ Endtro
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4. _ Interview With A Vampire
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 of haden.
Way before the after god pitting heads.
No god for 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 travle 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, and the son of man bled.
God:
Its a process, shit dont just happen, i create it.
Everything you see, and shit you dont, son i made it, and waited.
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 tripple stage darkness, gave mortals my attributes.
But even you may be a mystery god like the lockhead,
A used sign to prove or disprove my existence.
Tryin to align this, artificial intelligence, cloned in a space station,
Tryin to build the tower of babylon.
But you savages stake me, 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 is, 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 faith.
And this is how i wanted to do 'em.
Ras kass:
Wait, wait, hold up.
Father tell me, who is god's son?
Chorus<x2>
God:
I be the jesus to your buddah, the chrishna at your junah,
The big kahauna, jehova witnesses, suede pumas.
Zuese, pharoah, elohim, saturn, yaweh jiah,
Arastifa rah, allah, the most powerful.
But then, only adam and i.
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 roman 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,
Any who be believing they can rationalize our out reason me.
Who created your creature, sutdent can never be greater than the teacher.
Wether its adam and eve, or atomic chemistry.
I'm the one true source of all energy.
Who will evantually 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 that for our end, 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.
I'm a lowercase g, son of the ever-living god.
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5. _ Grindin
[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
[chorus]
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6. _ Wild Pitch
[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 cuz 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 cuz 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....
Chorus
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7. _ Lapdance
[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
[chorus]
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8. _ ...in A Coogi Sweatsuit (skit)
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9. _ All Or Nuthin
[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
[chorus 2x]
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10. _ Get At Me
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
Get at me
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11. _ The End
<rza>
My acustic futuristic lingustic rap fabric
Is a mixture of arabic, plug 'em in
Plug '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 bitch
Or righetous ones weaken sons
Those who burn hurt turn nuns
I rekindle the flam
With the name b.o.b.b.y.
Make it 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 wiz 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, go back to pissy elevators
Escape the projects, livin' inside the skyscraper
Fuck that i'm takin' back the forty acres
With the cream of nature
(bobby, bobby, bobby, bobby)
[ras kass]
(huh)
Yo, my eve called 1-adam-12, i got arrested
At first she protested
But on the seventh day i rested (son i always 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 <celtics> 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 raw dog 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
Young black man, let us begin (2x)
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12. _ Ghetto Fabulous
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!
*fade out*
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13. _ Rasassanation
[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, cuz 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
Cuz 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
Rasassination
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