My acustic futuristic lingustic rap fabric

Is a mixture of arabicplug 'em in

Plug 'em in

Plug 'em inplug 'em in

Come to spread it



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From the underground producers

Turn your face stone like medusa

Slap dick on a wicked bitch

Or righetous ones weaken sons

Those who burn hurt turn nuns

I rekindle the flam

With the name b.o.b.b.y.

Make it a hobby

Smoke the honey dip got my throat groggy

You doo-doo brain dirtbag derelict dumbfuck

What the fuck is wrong with you dickhead? 

Numb-nuts

Just because you made a song or two

What's the balance due on your royalties? 

Record companies spoil me

As the wiz hot oil me

Fuck that savage back up

Wu-tang step inside the club

Niggas might act up

One potato

Smack you like the crossfader

Rap datago back to pissy elevators

Escape the projectslivin' inside the skyscraper

Fuck that I'm takin' back the forty acres

With the cream of nature

(bobbybobbybobbybobby)



[ras kass]

(huh)

Yomy eve called 1-adam-12I got arrested

At first she protested

But on the seventh day I rested (son I always had the power!)

Before the midori sour with red cherries

Hereditary traitseeking salvation like the cranberries

Wrote murder with angela lansbury often

Til my biological clock stops and my casket falls

We sell tix  like boston basketball

C-arson was askin' y'all

Is ras kass the last to fall victim for wearin' no mask at all? 

No gimmicksjust me bein' me

But you ain't bendin' or offendin' me

Cuz anyways hennessy used to be a better friend to me

But I had to stop drinkin' so many pints (why? )

'cuz the tendency to forget

It ain't baseballamerica's favorite national pastime is white

Supremacy

Never seen a nigga granted clemency

My metaphors is meta-five

My styles go up in your raw dog little boy

You get fuckedlike pedophiles

When it's all said and done i'ma retire to an island in the caymans

Enslavin' caucasians livin' off your mama's life savings

I take it all in stride

Dennis rodmans laced to the side

This nigga glidelike clyde

My hands was tied

Silent cries screamed genocide

When two-thirds of the planet died in the end



The end justifies the means

The end is power

(power) power corrupts -- absolute power corrupts absolutely

Young black manlet us begin (2x)