Ras Kass

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

Chorus (to fade)

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

Chorus (to fade)

[Ice T] I got juice but I can't stop no ocean liner baby!
[Ras] I'm down with you baby I'm there
[Ice T] Man don't miss this it's gonna be FABULOUS
...
[Ras] We ghetto fabulous baby
The best food drink and women 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.
[girls laughing] to beep 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

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
[???] 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

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,

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 Goat
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
Don't hate me though, you don't know me

Ay how come you wont gimme no pussy tonite?
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

[Kurupt]
They let the gangstas in this muthafucka
Ice Age

[Ras Kass]
I ride for my homeboys (2X)
Nigga its all about the money
Its all about the chips
Lets get rich, what? what

[Kurupt]
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
Facsimilies, dont 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 aint neva seen him before - my life
Bitch ass nigga, who tha fuck you supposed to be?

[Hook:]
Cuz niggaz I grew up wit threw up shit
On sum 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 (2X)
Stab yo cold heart wit a ice pick

[Ras Kass]
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

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 ??? 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
You better believe it, ooh yeah

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

(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

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 Mystikal, but y'all ain't ready
If a nigga don'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 life, manufacturin cheese
My matrix will triculate wit melodies
Rehabilitated 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

[Chorus: Ras Kass

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

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-ac

(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

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<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 ... 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

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 Goat
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
Don't hate me though, you don't know me

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 Mystikal, but y'all ain't ready
If a nigga don'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 life, manufacturin cheese
My matrix will triculate wit melodies
Rehabilitated 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

[Chorus: 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