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Cru f Ras Kass

The Ebonic Plague

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[Yogi] Yeah...HA...Cru...[Mighty Ha] Mic checka da one, the mic check three[Yogi] Cru in you baby...[Mighty Ha] Mic checka da one, the mic check three...[Yogi]Mix it up with the big Y.O.Comin` from the Laf Isle with fat funk flowSo yo how you feelin`? Tell me how you feelin`Mad drug dealin`, mad caps peelin`I do my thing, drink a BudweiserAnd I seen more *bush/Busch* than Dan AnheiserTwist the caps of you fake John GottisWatch the pump shottie, make you look like KwameCru`s about to drop the dirty understand the cipherGot nothin` to lose so I`m-a do like a liferNiggaz couldn`t *catch up/ketchup* with the mustard, disgustedDrop the shit that gotcha brains dusted, bust itThis is how it flow in the Bronx Zoo ya`llBeef up a step and style with a fallNothin` but the rough, understood?Got me in double extra large bulletproof wit` the hoodSittin` at the bar sippin` BecksPlus I got the "two turntables and a microphooooone" on deckSo who`s next? Rugged RasFlossin` ice, and drop that soul on dat assThe IBF got my rhymes ranked cuz they hittin`Plus I`m all around like Scott PippenHere it is, east west, I mean China to MexicoIf you love the way it`s goin` down let me knowFuck it, Harlem knows the ledgeAll my Bronx niggaz know the wedge, full-fledgedUptown! Plus we got the Cali loveY.O.G., truly yours the Breakfast Club[Ras Kass]Yo punk...I was hot as 97 in `73D.O.B. my pedigree multiple felonies seeYou spit phlegm I spit fumesAcross the ruins of kiosks hoverin` sand dunesA miniature man-nume, it`s National Lampoon`s Alien VacationI`m abductin` muthafuckin` rappers to my inner space station(What?) For sheezy,When Ras Kass get to swervin` off `gnac, believe meI hit below the beltBustin` niggaz balls like Riddick Bowe versus GulottaHell yeah I`m a ridaAin`t nuttin` sweetie, cancer causin` like saccahrinAction, intoxicated chinky-eyed black menAn` nowadays fools forget what they actually namedBesides a loyal cadets and priceless briquettesBasically, I don`t give a shit how rich ya getI`ll have you in the car talkin` to yourselfLike Alanis Morisette with turets(Oh wee..that`s right...) I like sisters with vaginas so...(Can we get freaky toniiiiight...)Donald Trump wouldn`t let you shine his shoes my manIf you pissed off you dyin` with your dick in your handPlus when shit hits the fan, I mean when Ras reach the crowdAnd verse to verse, switch my aura then rotate EarthAnd fuck that servin` emcees and livin` bummyI`m on some show me the money and still educate the dummiesCHORUSIt`s all about me for you and you for meAnd playa if ya do for two we do for threeYou think it`s `bout the cash, the cars and jew-el-ryWe livin` in the age of the ebonic plague (2x)[Chadio]You see the words is meshin` through this lyrical aggressionPunks pop shit we Joe Pesc`em no questionCru session, no time for second guessin`Frontin` or fessin`, we full court pressin`Testin`, any in our way learn a lessonForever in my Stetson, chrome plated WessonWe ain`t got no time for excuses and reasonsBringin` nuttin` but butta in all four seasonsWanna blow my nose when I`m sneezin`, wit` hundred dollar billsFoes I`m squeezin`, breezin`Through your nearest town wit` the frown expressionThose Bronx streets left a lastin` impressionNow think about this, imagine Cru rhymersLike this world with no clock bein` timelessPure dope when it come to the oratoricalStay on the low wit` a dime that`s adorableGot the rap shit covered like long johnsBig brother Ant taught me how to bear armsL.A. to D.C. I gets my P.C.Keeps me a fifth of B.C.And we gon` drink to your pass peeps that flashed heatNever no more, when I pull I blast heThink you could deal? You crazier than BjorkBelong up on Fantasy Isle with Mr. Rourke

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