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Yeah 
Father Rasco  you better act like you know 

Straight of the pitch  the third mic gave a small pinch 
And ever since they've been waitin' on this twelve inch 
It's Peanut Butter Wolf  Rasco anticipated 
Steppin' to mics will only get cracks obliterated 
Turn up these levels  let me bless those that's feelin' this 
Run on this path and I'ma rip fools continuous 
This nonstop entourage rockin' camouflage 
Is quick to handle any nigga thinkin' sabotage 
Really, who in the hell is this big Willy? 
We'll run him down, rip his out and smack him silly 
My microphone filled with flames, takin' all names 
The first to tell 'em that this hip hop ain't all games 
I rock the planet, transatlantic, meanin' overseas 
Down with various, but this box don't come in threes 
Got EBF to the friz chillin' close range 
Pockets is flat, time to stack me some pocket change 
But ain't it strange how this hard work has paid off? 
Remember days when I was flat broke and laid off 
But gettin' fired only inspired the dope shit 
Now magazines on the scene tryin' to quote shit 
Given the wackest hip hop overblown props 
Styles is stolen better call up the damn cops 
Tell 'em to bring they paddy wagon, got a lot of folks 
Stand-up comedians is all set to crack jokes 
Gavel to gavel, brothers gettin' drug through the gravel 
A little buzz, yo, but my rhymes just didn't travel 
A gotta take it to the next, start cashin' checks 
I see you brothers perpertratin' in that rented Lex 
Tryin' to flex like you some type of big wheel 
I'm on the mic, niggaz just get they wigs peeled 
Still, I know these wack fools be lovin' it 
Place your bets and I bet Ras can double it 

Scratched Chorus(x2): 
"Rhymes decapitate 'em when I activate 'em." 
"Get behind the real rhymer." 

Some of you fools on the mic just bug me 
Sippin' on ???? niggaz talkin' 'bout his bubbly 
Yo' broke ass ain't never sipped on no Cristal 
Pulled no holes or even shot off a pistol 
The perpetratin' pulled the stick out for penetratin' 
Have you at home layin' flat, rehabilitatin' 
Exhilaration' all the time, gotta dish rhymes 
Runnin' the joint, runnin' point, gotta dish dimes 
But not sacks, rather drop tracks to black wax 
That type shit that be more hype than mad blacks 
Rush in yo' spot set to take things I never got 
Two or three albums to yo' credit but they wasn't hot 
Don't jock fools 'cuz you think that they be livin' cool 
In videos wit' these broke hoes and swimmin' pools 
Dancin' around on my set tryin' to catch wreck 
Smokin' on blunts, takin' forty hoes to the neck 
Blurry position, better turn off my television 
No time for niggaz bringin' all types of negatism 
The industry is just filled with these fake cats 
Runnin' around with cigars and fedora hats 
Fags in drag, brothers best check they manhood 
Rip out they lungs, so it just won't expand good 
'Cuz I done had it with these phony rappin' freestyles 
Brothers be yappin' that they comin' out the penial 
The senile, you ain't never been in jail, black 
It be the Ras, give you more run than tailbacks 
Women be comin' out talkin' 'bout they cockbox 
Some of these brothers rock rhymes, others cockblock 

Chorus(x2) 
Yeah 
Father Rasco, solo tip 
Shout outs 
To my man EBF 
To my man Frizbee 
To my man Encore 
To the one Fanatik 
To my man Persevere 
To my man 50 Gs 
G-Love the Architect 
To my man PB Wolf 
To my man A-1 
To the man Ranger Rick 
To my man Big Hav 
Stones Throw nine-six 
Prepare 
Bring it on

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