[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?
