Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Etc., artist - Ras Kass. Album song Line 4 Line presents… Soul On Ice… Revisited, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cre8yte
Song language: English
Etc. |
Pen predator |
Pen predator, et cetera et cetera (7X) |
Pen predator, et cetera, yeah right |
Niggas know it’s about that time without a Schoolly D Gucci |
I pop that pussy ass rapper and leave it up to Luke to Pop the Coochie |
Truly a wretched steelo -- kept you Under Seige like Seagal |
Cause I housed more niggas than that faggot named RuPaul |
Y’all all suffer the consequences |
I dispense dope sentences without a prescription |
Prefixes asphyxiate bitches who flips linguistics |
Representin the West, relevant to relentless sentences |
If renegade rebels resent this wicked syntax (then jack) |
Revert to revolution Ras reverse, reverberates |
Revolvin with written retalliation, rate repetitious |
Reflex flex, regret niggas regress to less than recoup |
When recording, I wreck, records |
Reflect stupid, it’s so much more than just another rap and sample |
Cause I model more styles than Naomi Campbell |
See we been burning idiots with lyrical syphillis |
Since E.S.T. |
was Ackniculous, the nickle slick meticulous |
Ventriloquist when I throws my voice over the Western HemisFear |
While my peers step over a Trail of Tears |
Go get a job as a chandelier wit a glass jaw like dat |
I brings the impact to fracture mandibles, and manhandle the youth |
Since my mental exceeds every MC I’ve perceive credible |
Now becomes edible, kid! |
And yo, I’m D for wreckin when reputations collide |
But zhoom dum da dum, dadada dum dum |
Suicide it’s a suicide |
(«Pen predator, et cetera, et cetera») --] repeat 10X |
(«Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah right») |
I pull bitches like a lesbian and could come the fuck off |
With a vasectomy, in depth I be deeper than Bosses' recipe |
Incite recitation forever Ras Rock Steady like Buck when breakin on ducks |
Who get props by association |
But if ya lyrics suck, then fuck ya record label’s juice |
Ock, I rock hip-hop non-stop and got more juice than Snapple |
Intricate to simplistic stylistics I solicit |
It gets niggas open like fallopian ovulation |
Fuckin these kids like the Michael Jackson molestations |
Sendin ya back as the U.S. Nation did AIDS infected refugee Haitians |
Uhh, yeah niggas so what’s the haps |
You could put up ya dukes but in the West they bust caps |
So bulletproof vests is the only way I’m gone miss, but peep this |
My mental’s the bullet, my tongue’s the finger that pull it |
Check the method, soundtrack voodoo uh and bamboo like strapped |
Come better you, oh sorry verbal dyslexic |
You better come strapped like bamboo and a voodoo soundtrack |
And make sure not even one bar sounds whack |
Cause we take the best shit and make it classic |
Word to Guru, take two fuckin' pulls, and pass it |
That’s it |
That’s cool |