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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?  More Ras Kass Song Lyrics
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