| Now I’m a rap fan who never saw Bam Rock the park
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| In the Bronx, but I still snap skulls in the dark
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| So can you recoginze shit is real
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| When I shove this ampex 4−9-9 up your rectum
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| I’m ready to bust every bitch niggas cherry
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| See these floods in January got me lookin’in the mirror
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| Screamin’Bloody Mary
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| Unnecessary representin', equal set trippin'
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| Divided by my tennis hoe pimpin'
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| Got all ya’ll niggas dippin', like Lipton Tea Bags, son
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| His stilo Jeet Kune Do the way of the intercepting fist
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| Intercepting every sublimial dis
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| Geographic, prejudice against increments of incredulos legislature
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| Pschologically, I masturbate with the hands of fate
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| So bust nuts on Mother Nature coming on your landscape
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| I’m pressing California license plate
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| For niggas in all 50 fucking states
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| But its biting me and fighting me Inviting me to rhyme I can’t hold it back
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| I’m lookin’for the line
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| Takin’off my lamb skin, Marc Buchanan
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| Cause I’m a make you see L.A. (U.C.L.A.) like Ed O’Bannon
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| Nigga come in peace and brothers can kick it But you ain’t gonna walk me streets
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| When back east you sellin’wolf tickets
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| Reciprocate the player hatin'
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| Bring the bullshit to you
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| Going through yo coast, like the Green Gar GNU
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| Who said no is good gnews
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| But gniggas is gnot gnowing about the gnext shit that I be flowin'
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| So don’t represent at my expense
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| It’s too expensive
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| The first and last line of my definse is my sentence
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| You got causght off the coast of the Pacific Ocean
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| Found face down floatin'
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| With yo’fuckin’neck broken
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| Hook
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| I walk the planet and create tremors
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| If nnuttin’else here’s all you need to remember
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| LLA’Y LLA KCUF for all you backwards niggas
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| Pschologically, we grapple an MC
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| Like Gracie at the UFC so place me in your octagon
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| Coward on mix tapes and interviews, I be hearing you
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| Certain dissiden’ts dis from a distance
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| Disresect and discriminate
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| Bitch I laminate that ass
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| And wear it at the New Music Seminar for a badge
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| Mash or get twisted
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| Dem gwan front like Rosa Parks
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| But them marks is broke wristed (bytch)
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| YOu got superiority complex
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| Based on old statisitics, now listen
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| Respect due to the pioneers
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| But what you burrogh did in 83'
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| Is ancient history brah'
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| So why these niggas actin’like
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| Since they live in the state
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| That rap originates
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| They automatically, all time greats?
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| It takes classic material to phat shit
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| Hook
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| Not proof of New York residence and an accent
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| Who expresses the freshest the
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| West Coast was ressurcted
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| By me, I’m the mother fuckin’man like homo erectus
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| So why it matter where rap started
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| If I wanted to hear from asshole I would have farted
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| I’m a West Coast artist down wit’clicks from 510 to 516
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| But dis indiscriminately and you sid me Fundamentally is the ability to smother suckas
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| So if rap was born to another then that makes me your mothas-fucka
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| Cause I’m the type of nigga to go to yo’show
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| Fuck yo’ho
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| Then nut on yo’promotional T-shirt
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| Eternally, verbally I fucks your head up like
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| Florence and Normandie (Easily I approach)
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| Hook: repeat 8X |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sonset , by - Ras Kass. Song from the album Line 4 Line presents… Soul On Ice… Revisited, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп