Take It Back Home Lyrics
| Song | Take It Back Home |
| Artist | Rasco |
| Album | Time Waits For No Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Planet Asia, Rasco | |
| (feat. Planet Asia) | |
| [Phife] "So step up if you wanna keep your rep up" | |
| [Planet Asia] | |
| Focus hard, Yard intellect slang | |
| World wide recognition with the picture in frame | |
| Vocalist, quantum perfect movin motions melodic | |
| Over oceans, overdosing off the cultures of product | |
| Toastin this cut, react jazz cats be slappin glasses | |
| Surrender to the method, yes I've kept it Yard Massive status | |
| Avalanche rap clientele from ambushing | |
| We move quick wit new shit to get the fans pushin | |
| From out the dynast of the School Yard camp | |
| We start gettin the microphone just like two large amps | |
| I'm tellin it, whenever I'm posted with endo to blow | |
| I aim at domes like Double-Oh-Seven, Nintendo 64 | |
| James Bond style, secret agent calm bomb threat | |
| Cali merchant, methodist keepin your pom-pom's set | |
| Up in the air like that, this be that black entertainment | |
| And now I got you flashin back on raps that I came with | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [M.A.R.S.: x2] "Wit swollen pockets, we gon' take it back home" | |
| "So step up if you wanna keep your rep up" | |
| [Rasco] | |
| It be me, Ras the mic grand imperial | |
| Be killin these MC's that pump wack material | |
| Bullshittin, bout to get their heads splitten, for real | |
| When I'm rollin ten steps head to field | |
| I the super dope master quotes | |
| Hit ya'll in throat, be lyrics of wide scope | |
| Go tell your friends, demand the vote | |
| These niggas playahatin, can't make Ras to go | |
| Now, we show em how we elevate | |
| From the gate, Asia plus the Ras, we frustrate | |
| Fantasize, we bringin it live, check the size | |
| Of brothers enterprise, we breakin out the sides | |
| Eyes scan the room, but this two man platoon | |
| All set to meet em at high noon | |
| Does set the blaze, lethal like the sun rays | |
| Six days a week to Sunday's now | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Planet Asia] | |
| From out the dynast of the Massive ranks the Yard mad sarge | |
| Eight bars of ever-ready for you wannabe stars | |
| Lettin niggas know my purpose when it comes to the vibe | |
| Victoriously crushin careers that's three times my size | |
| Ceremonial Master, wit the Soul Father Ras | |
| Causin colonial disaster, lettin history pass | |
| Through the trash era, stages of the game gotta change | |
| So Father Rasco, let these niggas know what's on your brain | |
| [Rasco] | |
| We smash ya'll, for bringin that small off the wall | |
| Idle chit-chat, we peelin yo' wig back | |
| Feel that, you got rhymes nigga, where your deal at? | |
| Killin folks, then where's your steel at? | |
| Perpetratin, like you the man, only got five fans | |
| Test me and get smacked with five hands | |
| Obey all commands, I execute the plans | |
| While ya'll still thinkin of ways to stack grands | |
| Five hundred thou, no sweat of the brow | |
| The shit they did then, I'm doin it right now | |
| BLOAW, bustin these shots off the top | |
| The runaway train expressin it non-stop | |
| Niggas ride coach, slow down for the approach | |
| And bring a long toast for gettin yo' eggs poached | |
| Even off the tone, top notch off the dome | |
| It's me and Planet As, we takin it back home | |
| [Chorus x2] |
| zuo ci : Planet Asia, Rasco | |
| feat. Planet Asia | |
| Phife " So step up if you wanna keep your rep up" | |
| Planet Asia | |
| Focus hard, Yard intellect slang | |
| World wide recognition with the picture in frame | |
| Vocalist, quantum perfect movin motions melodic | |
| Over oceans, overdosing off the cultures of product | |
| Toastin this cut, react jazz cats be slappin glasses | |
| Surrender to the method, yes I' ve kept it Yard Massive status | |
| Avalanche rap clientele from ambushing | |
| We move quick wit new shit to get the fans pushin | |
| From out the dynast of the School Yard camp | |
| We start gettin the microphone just like two large amps | |
| I' m tellin it, whenever I' m posted with endo to blow | |
| I aim at domes like DoubleOhSeven, Nintendo 64 | |
| James Bond style, secret agent calm bomb threat | |
| Cali merchant, methodist keepin your pompom' s set | |
| Up in the air like that, this be that black entertainment | |
| And now I got you flashin back on raps that I came with | |
| Chorus | |
| M. A. R. S.: x2 " Wit swollen pockets, we gon' take it back home" | |
| " So step up if you wanna keep your rep up" | |
| Rasco | |
| It be me, Ras the mic grand imperial | |
| Be killin these MC' s that pump wack material | |
| Bullshittin, bout to get their heads splitten, for real | |
| When I' m rollin ten steps head to field | |
| I the super dope master quotes | |
| Hit ya' ll in throat, be lyrics of wide scope | |
| Go tell your friends, demand the vote | |
| These niggas playahatin, can' t make Ras to go | |
| Now, we show em how we elevate | |
| From the gate, Asia plus the Ras, we frustrate | |
| Fantasize, we bringin it live, check the size | |
| Of brothers enterprise, we breakin out the sides | |
| Eyes scan the room, but this two man platoon | |
| All set to meet em at high noon | |
| Does set the blaze, lethal like the sun rays | |
| Six days a week to Sunday' s now | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Planet Asia | |
| From out the dynast of the Massive ranks the Yard mad sarge | |
| Eight bars of everready for you wannabe stars | |
| Lettin niggas know my purpose when it comes to the vibe | |
| Victoriously crushin careers that' s three times my size | |
| Ceremonial Master, wit the Soul Father Ras | |
| Causin colonial disaster, lettin history pass | |
| Through the trash era, stages of the game gotta change | |
| So Father Rasco, let these niggas know what' s on your brain | |
| Rasco | |
| We smash ya' ll, for bringin that small off the wall | |
| Idle chitchat, we peelin yo' wig back | |
| Feel that, you got rhymes nigga, where your deal at? | |
| Killin folks, then where' s your steel at? | |
| Perpetratin, like you the man, only got five fans | |
| Test me and get smacked with five hands | |
| Obey all commands, I execute the plans | |
| While ya' ll still thinkin of ways to stack grands | |
| Five hundred thou, no sweat of the brow | |
| The shit they did then, I' m doin it right now | |
| BLOAW, bustin these shots off the top | |
| The runaway train expressin it nonstop | |
| Niggas ride coach, slow down for the approach | |
| And bring a long toast for gettin yo' eggs poached | |
| Even off the tone, top notch off the dome | |
| It' s me and Planet As, we takin it back home | |
| Chorus x2 |
| zuò cí : Planet Asia, Rasco | |
| feat. Planet Asia | |
| Phife " So step up if you wanna keep your rep up" | |
| Planet Asia | |
| Focus hard, Yard intellect slang | |
| World wide recognition with the picture in frame | |
| Vocalist, quantum perfect movin motions melodic | |
| Over oceans, overdosing off the cultures of product | |
| Toastin this cut, react jazz cats be slappin glasses | |
| Surrender to the method, yes I' ve kept it Yard Massive status | |
| Avalanche rap clientele from ambushing | |
| We move quick wit new shit to get the fans pushin | |
| From out the dynast of the School Yard camp | |
| We start gettin the microphone just like two large amps | |
| I' m tellin it, whenever I' m posted with endo to blow | |
| I aim at domes like DoubleOhSeven, Nintendo 64 | |
| James Bond style, secret agent calm bomb threat | |
| Cali merchant, methodist keepin your pompom' s set | |
| Up in the air like that, this be that black entertainment | |
| And now I got you flashin back on raps that I came with | |
| Chorus | |
| M. A. R. S.: x2 " Wit swollen pockets, we gon' take it back home" | |
| " So step up if you wanna keep your rep up" | |
| Rasco | |
| It be me, Ras the mic grand imperial | |
| Be killin these MC' s that pump wack material | |
| Bullshittin, bout to get their heads splitten, for real | |
| When I' m rollin ten steps head to field | |
| I the super dope master quotes | |
| Hit ya' ll in throat, be lyrics of wide scope | |
| Go tell your friends, demand the vote | |
| These niggas playahatin, can' t make Ras to go | |
| Now, we show em how we elevate | |
| From the gate, Asia plus the Ras, we frustrate | |
| Fantasize, we bringin it live, check the size | |
| Of brothers enterprise, we breakin out the sides | |
| Eyes scan the room, but this two man platoon | |
| All set to meet em at high noon | |
| Does set the blaze, lethal like the sun rays | |
| Six days a week to Sunday' s now | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Planet Asia | |
| From out the dynast of the Massive ranks the Yard mad sarge | |
| Eight bars of everready for you wannabe stars | |
| Lettin niggas know my purpose when it comes to the vibe | |
| Victoriously crushin careers that' s three times my size | |
| Ceremonial Master, wit the Soul Father Ras | |
| Causin colonial disaster, lettin history pass | |
| Through the trash era, stages of the game gotta change | |
| So Father Rasco, let these niggas know what' s on your brain | |
| Rasco | |
| We smash ya' ll, for bringin that small off the wall | |
| Idle chitchat, we peelin yo' wig back | |
| Feel that, you got rhymes nigga, where your deal at? | |
| Killin folks, then where' s your steel at? | |
| Perpetratin, like you the man, only got five fans | |
| Test me and get smacked with five hands | |
| Obey all commands, I execute the plans | |
| While ya' ll still thinkin of ways to stack grands | |
| Five hundred thou, no sweat of the brow | |
| The shit they did then, I' m doin it right now | |
| BLOAW, bustin these shots off the top | |
| The runaway train expressin it nonstop | |
| Niggas ride coach, slow down for the approach | |
| And bring a long toast for gettin yo' eggs poached | |
| Even off the tone, top notch off the dome | |
| It' s me and Planet As, we takin it back home | |
| Chorus x2 |
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