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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).
It's the almighty xzibit (booyaka).

[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 ill 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 ill 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
What?

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

Verse one: ahmad

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
Niggaz 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
Niggaz 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

Verse two: ras kass

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'ma still be fly
Perpetrator, 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 niggaz 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
Check

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
I'm here, on purpose
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
Well then come widdit

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
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