Yeah

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