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[Ras Kass] Western Hemisfear, stand clear ock Cause now the sun sets across six-hundred and six septillion tons Come correct, I project like a telepathic caption Four meters over soundwaves I comes off with positions like pornographics Twenty questions - animal, vegetable, or mineral What am I? Atom - amphibian, invertebrate, or mammal? Homosapien, specifically ock swell up like gout then spread out like centrifugal force (what?) Collision course reinforced with cylindrical wax Axis spins at 33 RPM, that truly comprehend what fat is That is, nine out of ten rappers today bore me with predictable monosyllable drivel I scribble incredible rhymes to rhythm, nepotism Your prism couldn't invent Too many MC's get deals from who ya down with, or where ya represent But since I house more niggaz than section eight State statements about your state although my state of mind fornicates breaks Your magazine ad got you souped up Test-y like two nuts, marketing gimmicks Catch wreck like Sam Kinison, convincingly Cause what nigga got props in the industry don't really interest me My motto is: the bigger they are, the more politics involved And I revolve at a rate to make your occipital skull plate dissolve SongtexteTechniques delve deep.. (Slick Rick sample: "How much you'll never knooow") Soo-oooooo, don't sleep; ock I rock phonics that got you holdin my dick like your name was Lorena Bobbit [Method Man] "You don't know me and you don't know my style" [above sample plays 8X total, including scratches] [Ras Kass] I seen the scene from the outside lookin in through a window pane Pain; hypertension ruptured the varicose vein The vainglorious breaks I be, perpetratin omnipotent reign I rain acid, grate your crew to steak meat The stakes increase on break beats, your fleet fleets run when I'm rippin ya Kubrick's, meaning deceased, rest in peace Pieces of my nebulous flex paralyzes oblongatas To witness my linguistics like a Muslim takes jihad or not Since A&R only sign gangster rap acts Don't get it twisted stereotypin by geography West coast syntax I signify for C-Arson The city North of Long Beach, Southwest of Compton Seems to me the peace treaty is through Niggaz ran out of looted Hennessy and barbecue Now all I do is stop the myth that every MC from Cali is a Blood, Crip, or pimp - I pimps empty Controls more English than Margaret Thatcher Fidat be gwan be fat like the punani on Patra; leavin your rep shattered Cause you don't wanna see me signifyin Smackin your Left Eye up like my man Andre Rison All this juice evaporates - what it boils down to is the "yes yes y'all," and only that makes a rapper great Fuck rhetoric and repertoire, demographics and heavy rotation Slowly the lyrication makes sense Fuck fame; I snuff that ass out the frame It ain't Snoop Dogg, so what's my motherfuckin name? "The arra-arra-R, A, ella-ella-S" (keep it goin) [Method Man] "You don't know me and you don't know my style" [above sample plays 6X total, including scratches] [Ras Kass] Yo, wack MC's - it's O-V... E-R I be R, the nigga who killed your P.R. For the brothers with skills who can't get a record deal Remain anonymous.. [fades out echoing] Aus Songtexte Mania