Back again  ha  ha ha ha ha
 Rasco  solo  Fanatik  check it

 Yo  it's flipside and Rasco here to let 'em know
 If niggaz don't cooperate gotta let 'em go
 Get in the race and stop runnin' at a snails' pace
 And sour milk has left my mouth wit' a bitter taste
 They shot callin'  black ballin' 'til the last sec
 No other choice but to cut these niggaz last check
 Give me respect 'cuz I've been comin' up these last years
 The only car on the road flossin' nine gears
 'Cuz I arrive and overdrive, set to rip it live
 And I'll be rippin' this shit when I'm fifty-five
 Dead stinkin', Abe Lincoln, nigga what you thinking'?
 You better smoke another blunt and continue drinkin'
 A cloudy brain, train tracks, but there's no train
 And now you watch me skyrocket in my own plane
 Never the same and nobody else can do it better
 Three to the third is the word, got the triple-header
 So you better, get yo ass a sweater
 Breakin' these fools down to the last letter
 Whatever...that you clowns wanna do
 Make sure that you got the Superdome crew

 Chorus:
 The unassisted, it's the unassisted
 Rasco's on the mic, it's the unassisted
 You blacklisted, yo, it's the unassisted
 Rasco's on the mic, it's the unassisted

 So what's next? Not these emcees that's totin' text
 Glitz and gram better scram down his ????
 That style's played and more washed up than Cascade
 And it's been years since I broke out my last fade
 The bald-headed, non-dreded, get that ass wetted
 These brothers flashed on the Ras but I didn't sweat it
 Remain calm, rippin' mics every single night
 I'm on the scene, makin' green 'cuz the single's tight
 Fuck you fools that's believing' in your own hype
 'Cuz I'm the type that be servin' up the long pipe
 I smell a scent, gettin' bent, pockets full of lint
 You think you large 'cuz these people gave you fine print?
 But magazines ain't the thing, nigga, get it straight
 Bringin' them styles that got 'em hooked on like fish bait
 You show me how, now it's wild, where my niggaz at?
 But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat

 Chorus

 Mass produced, I got juice microphone skill
 Me and my man Big Rob 'bout to seal deals
 Run of the mill, dime a dozen 'cuz you wack, cousin
 Whose reviews? Better cut me some slack, cousin
 Playin' me close, heads is flown at the flagpost
 At half-staff you done stepped on the wrong path
 You hear the whistle of the missile comin' full speed
 It's hip hop, to the core I'm the full breed
 What's the reason all these fools wanna flash out?
 Sick of the drama, now it's time to get my ass out
 Layin' it down nice and clean on these white sheets
 And quick to break a nigga down over fat beats
 Better retreat 'cuz I'm comin' wit' the cavalry
 Only intent is just to increase the salary
 These dollar signs in my mind, gotta drop a rhyme
 Ready to shine, baby, this year's prime time
 So what I'm sayin', won't be no delayin'
 Better head the word, nigga, I don't be playin'
 So start prayin' like you lookin' for a miracle
 Me with no lyrics, baby, that there's hysterical

 Chorus(x2)
 2nd Ending:Rasco's on the mic, don't get it twisted

 Scratched:"I would say he's nice. Every cut he makes is so precise." -MC
 Shan