Текст песни Ras Kass - Oral Sex (`99)
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[scratching] "Death on the phono, my skills are dolo You say `oh no`, you bitch ass homo" ---> ATCQ (Scenario remix)Verse One: Ras KassI`ma kick it to y`all franklyso all y`all weak niggaz can hate mejealous `cause they know I`m the shit, like Mr. Hankeyreintroducing Ras Kass, the waterproofI`m too deep, you Too $hortStandin` on two feet, drownin` in two feet, kapeesh?I defy the feat by defecating on beat, fuck how you feelI`ve got an oral fixation with spitting liquid razorsso ill that they cut through steelSo if my album ever sell 3 milI`m slashing every rapper with a dealEvery nigga with a video look like Seal`Kiss From a Rose` - Not, more like a peck from Jada`even with a spectatorranked this nigga 45 in Blaze 50 greatest MCsgood lookin but I beg to differ, thoughbody of evidencemy molecular structure based on the table of elementsI`m Cmx4, Nl3, Iv3, plus Tg2, Rd4, Ms4, Gr1, At5 (????!!!)I`m complex with curriculums combindeda next level innovator with invigorating rhymesplus slightly thuged out, but revolutionary with mindsspit my message with grimefive years ahead of my timetwo thousand and five, I`ma be that nigga beatin` down traffic cops at stop signsput that in you`re glass dick and smoke itwho the dopest? if Ras spoke it, loc`estThe most focused wrote the opus, Nature of the ThreatFost focus richest the bok`est could get it like I`m sexually transmitted, bidditchYeah, yeah, Evil D make it ill for me, spit it[scratching] "Death on the phono, my skills are dolo You say `oh no`, you bitch ass homo"Verse Two: Ras KassIt`s that underground b-boy shitjust a beat and a rhymeas simplified as a heat and a crimetrue lyricists always get felt`cause I rarely masturbate dog, but I always be feelin` myselfI rep` Golden State Warriors, I rep` The Horsemenget pissy drunk and forced to break the porcelinGod, I`m worse than Cupid, stupidLove is Lust, so my glands release hollow point endorphinsBitch nigga, I`m mighty morphin` into a larsonforcin` grown men into a forced a-dult abortionmake it scorchin`hot to death then drop it articso MCs shatter like glass next time a nigga sparks shitmake sense/cents, even if I don`t make dollarsAsiatic ghetto scholarY`all grafted like seedless grapes and rottweilersMy hoochie bitches pop that pussy while my pimp niggaz pop they collarsand pop stars- these the last days of discoit`s all about me-me-me-me-mecause I`m out here with a big dick, thoughYou faggot like SisqoYou thumbs down six feet like Ebert & Gene SiskelI`m blessed with my Father`s complexion and my Mother`s featuresI`m unique, different from all other creaturesI be rocking a black doo rag tellin pigeons youse a motherfuckin fooland they be like `you look like Ja Rule, but that`s cool`I guess all short, chocolate, chinky eyed niggaz look alike, boolet the pen stroke, so the track have a heart attackyou blind, baby, give your cataracts cataractsmatter of fact, face it, I`m just not the normmore graphic than pornI`m like eye witnessin` a matador get his rib cage crushedlung pulled by a raging bull`s hornI put it on like a uniformwhat?