Interlude - Rasco
Ha ha ha ha ha
Back again ha ha ha ha ha
Rasco solo Fanatik check it
Yo it's flipside and Rasco here to let 'em know
If niggaz don't cooperate gotta let 'em go
Get in the race and stop running at a snails' pace
And sour milk has left my mouth wite a bitter taste
They shot calling black balling till the last sec
No other choice but to cut these niggaz last check
Give me respect 'cuz I've been coming up these last years
The only car on the road flossing nine gears
'Cuz I arrive and overdrive, set to rip it live
And I'll be ripping this sh*t when I'm fifty-five
Dead stinking, Abe Lincoln, ni**a what you thinking?
You better smoke another blunt and continue drinking
A cloudy brain, train tracks, but there's no train
And now you watch me skyrocket in my own plane
Never the same and nobody else can do it better
Three to the third is the word, got the triple-header
So you better, get yo a** a sweater
Breaking these fools down to the last letter
Whatever... that you clowns wanna do
Make sure that you got the Superdome crew
The unassisted, it's the unassisted
Rasco's on the mic, it's the unassisted
You blacklisted, yo, it's the unassisted
Rasco's on the mic, it's the unassisted
So what's next? Not these emcees that's toting text
Glitz and gram better scram down his studying best
That style's played and more washed up than Cascade
And it's been years since I broke out my last fade
The bald-headed, non-dreded, get that a** wetted
These brothers flashed on the Ras but I didn't sweat it
Remain calm, ripping mics every single night
I'm on the scene, making green 'cuz the single's tight
F**k you fools that's believing in your own hype
'Cuz I'm the type that be serving up the long pipe
I smell a scent, getting bent, pockets full of lint
You think you large 'cuz these people gave you fine print?
But magazines ain't the thing, ni**a, get it straight
Bringing them styles that got 'em hooked on like fish bait
You show me how, now it's wild, where my niggaz at?
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
The unassisted, it's the unassisted
Rasco's on the mic, it's the unassisted
You blacklisted, yo, it's the unassisted
Rasco's on the mic, it's the unassisted
Mass produced, I got juice microphone skill
Me and my man Big Rob about to seal deals
Run of the mill, dime a dozen 'cuz you wack, cousin
Whose reviews? Better cut me some slack, cousin
Playing me close, heads is flown at the flagpost
At half-staff you done stepped on the wrong path
You hear the whistle of the missile coming full speed
It's hip hop, to the core I'm the full breed
What's the reason all these fools wanna flash out?
Sick of the drama, now it's time to get my a** out
Laying it down nice and clean on these white sheets
And quick to break a ni**a down over fat beats
Better retreat 'cuz I'm coming wite the cavalry
Only intent is just to increase the salary
These dollar signs in my mind, gotta drop a rhyme
Ready to shine, baby, this year's prime time
So what I'm saying, won't be no delaying
Better head the word, ni**a, I don't be playing
So start praying like you looking for a miracle
Me with no lyrics, baby, that there's hysterical
The unassisted, it's the unassisted
Rasco's on the mic, it's the unassisted
You blacklisted, yo, it's the unassisted
Rasco's on the mic, it's the unassisted
The unassisted, it's the unassisted
Rasco's on the mic, it's the unassisted
You blacklisted, yo, it's the unassisted
Rasco's on the mic, it's the unassisted
I would say he's nice. Every cut he makes is so precise.