Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wild Pitch, artist - Ras Kass. Album song Rasassination (The End), in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Wild Pitch |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 microphone’s 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 |
| Rassassination, Jah Skillz, and Xzibit |
| I ejaculate on blind justice with the jury’s se quested |
| And escape, run in a nigga’s face like Hannibal Lector |
| The aqua-mati, my pen is penitentiary |
| Potentially plain paid for protocol pacific pro perfect cap peeler |
| Performing skull circumcision, when I position the prism |
| Promiscuous with other people’s pussy, protest with the playa like Big Pun |
| Poisonous poet, I master «P» like «Uh» |
| Skillz? |
| cotted? |
| enabled |
| Herb, you just an ingrown hair in a world of tweezers |
| We can dance before I crack MC’s like Gator on 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 |
| 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, Yaweh, 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… |