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RAS KASS : The End lyrics

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RAS KASS lyrics : "The End"

(feat. RZA)

My acustic futuristic lingustic rap fabric

is a mixture of Arabic, plug 'em in
Plug 'em in
Plug 'em in, plug 'em in

Come to spread it

The world exclusive

Check it
From the underground producers
Turn your face stone like Medusa

Slap dick on a wicked (*##$
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 dumb$#&@
What the $#&@ is wrong with you dickhead?

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
$#&@ that savage back up

Wu-Tang step inside the club
^!$$%s might act up
One potato

Smack you like the crossfader
Rap data, go back to pissy elevators
Escape the projects, livin' inside the skyscraper

$#&@ that I'm takin' back the forty acres
With the cream of nature
(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby)

[Ras Kass]

Yo, my Eve called 1-Adam-12, I 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 trait, seeking 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 gimmicks, just 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 baseball, America's favorite national pastime is white
Never seen a ^!$$% granted clemency

My metaphors is meta-five
My styles go up in your raw dog little boy,
you get $#&@ed, like 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 ^!$$% glide, like 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 man, let us begin [x2]

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