Father Rasco  you better act like you know

 Straight of the pitch  the third mic gave a small pinch
 And ever since they've been waitin' on this twelve inch
 It's Peanut Butter Wolf  Rasco anticipated
 Steppin' to mics will only get cracks obliterated
 Turn up these levels  let me bless those that's feelin' this
 Run on this path and I'ma rip fools continuous
 This nonstop entourage rockin' camouflage
 Is quick to handle any nigga thinkin' sabotage
 Really, who in the hell is this big Willy?
 We'll run him down, rip his out and smack him silly
 My microphone filled with flames, takin' all names
 The first to tell 'em that this hip hop ain't all games
 I rock the planet, transatlantic, meanin' overseas
 Down with various, but this box don't come in threes
 Got EBF to the friz chillin' close range
 Pockets is flat, time to stack me some pocket change
 But ain't it strange how this hard work has paid off?
 Remember days when I was flat broke and laid off
 But gettin' fired only inspired the dope shit
 Now magazines on the scene tryin' to quote shit
 Given the wackest hip hop overblown props
 Styles is stolen better call up the damn cops
 Tell 'em to bring they paddy wagon, got a lot of folks
 Stand-up comedians is all set to crack jokes
 Gavel to gavel, brothers gettin' drug through the gravel
 A little buzz, yo, but my rhymes just didn't travel
 A gotta take it to the next, start cashin' checks
 I see you brothers perpertratin' in that rented Lex
 Tryin' to flex like you some type of big wheel
 I'm on the mic, niggaz just get they wigs peeled
 Still, I know these wack fools be lovin' it
 Place your bets and I bet Ras can double it

 Scratched Chorus(x2):
 "Rhymes decapitate 'em when I activate 'em."
 "Get behind the real rhymer."

 Some of you fools on the mic just bug me
 Sippin' on ???? niggaz talkin' 'bout his bubbly
 Yo' broke ass ain't never sipped on no Cristal
 Pulled no holes or even shot off a pistol
 The perpetratin' pulled the stick out for penetratin'
 Have you at home layin' flat, rehabilitatin'
 Exhilaration' all the time, gotta dish rhymes
 Runnin' the joint, runnin' point, gotta dish dimes
 But not sacks, rather drop tracks to black wax
 That type shit that be more hype than mad blacks
 Rush in yo' spot set to take things I never got
 Two or three albums to yo' credit but they wasn't hot
 Don't jock fools 'cuz you think that they be livin' cool
 In videos wit' these broke hoes and swimmin' pools
 Dancin' around on my set tryin' to catch wreck
 Smokin' on blunts, takin' forty hoes to the neck
 Blurry position, better turn off my television
 No time for niggaz bringin' all types of negatism
 The industry is just filled with these fake cats
 Runnin' around with cigars and fedora hats
 Fags in drag, brothers best check they manhood
 Rip out they lungs, so it just won't expand good
 'Cuz I done had it with these phony rappin' freestyles
 Brothers be yappin' that they comin' out the penial
 The senile, you ain't never been in jail, black
 It be the Ras, give you more run than tailbacks
 Women be comin' out talkin' 'bout they cockbox
 Some of these brothers rock rhymes, others cockblock

 Chorus(x2)
 Yeah
 Father Rasco, solo tip
 Shout outs
 To my man EBF
 To my man Frizbee
 To my man Encore
 To the one Fanatik
 To my man Persevere
 To my man 50 Gs
 G-Love the Architect
 To my man PB Wolf
 To my man A-1
 To the man Ranger Rick
 To my man Big Hav
 Stones Throw nine-six
 Prepare
 Bring it on