Ras Kass - Oral Sex Lyrics
[scratching]"death on the phono, my skills are doloYou say 'oh no', you ***** ass homo"---> atcq (scenario remix)Verse one: ras kassI'ma kick it to y'all franklySo all y'all weak niggaz can hate meJealous 'cause they know i'm the shit, like mr. hankeyReintroducing ras kass, the waterproofI'm too deep, you too $hortStandin' on two feet, drownin' in two feet, kapeesh?I defy the feat by defecating on beat, ***** how you feelI've got an oral fixation with spitting liquid razorsSo ill that they cut through steelSo if my album ever sell 3 milI'm slashing every rapper with a dealEvery nigga with a video look like seal'kiss from a rose' - not, more like a peck from jada'Even with a spectatorRanked this nigga 45 in blaze 50 greatest mcsGood lookin but i beg to differ, thoughBody of evidenceMy molecular structure based on the table of elementsI'm cmx4, nl3, iv3, plus tg2, rd4, ms4, gr1, at5 (????!!!)I'm complex with curriculums combindedA next level innovator with invigorating rhymesPlus slightly thuged out, but revolutionary with mindsSpit my message with grimeFive years ahead of my timeTwo thousand and five,I'ma be that nigga beatin' down traffic cops at stop signsPut that in you're glass dick and smoke itWho the dopest? if ras spoke it, loc'estThe most focused wrote the opus, nature of the threatFost focus richest the bok'est could get it likeI'm sexually transmitted, bidditchYeah, yeah, evil d make it ill for me, spit it[scratching]"death on the phono, my skills are doloYou say 'oh no', you ***** ass homo"Verse two: ras kassIt's that underground b-boy shitJust a beat and a rhymeAs simplified as a heat and a crimeTrue lyricists always get felt'cause i rarely masturbate dog, but i always be feelin' myselfI rep' golden state warriors, i rep' the horsemenGet pissy drunk and forced to break the porcelinGod, i'm worse than cupid, stupidLove is lust, so my glands release hollow point endorphins***** nigga, i'm mighty morphin' into a larsonForcin' grown men into a forced a-dult abortionMake it scorchin'Hot to death then drop it articSo mcs shatter like glass next time a nigga sparks shitMake sense/cents, even if i don't make dollarsAsiatic ghetto scholarY'all grafted like seedless grapes and rottweilersMy hoochie *****es pop that ***** while my pimp niggaz pop they collarsAnd pop stars- these the last days of discoIt's all about me-me-me-me-meCause i'm out here with a big dick, thoughYou faggot like sisqoYou thumbs down six feet like ebert & gene siskelI'm blessed with my father's complexion and my mother's featuresI'm unique, different from all other creaturesI be rocking a black doo rag tellin pigeons youse a mother*****in foolAnd they be like 'you look like ja rule, but that's cool'I guess all short, chocolate, chinky eyed niggaz look alike, booLet the pen stroke, so the track have a heart attackYou blind, baby, give your cataracts cataractsMatter of fact, face it, i'm just not the normMore graphic than pornI'm like eye witnessin' a matador get his rib cage crushedLung pulled by a raging bull's hornI put it on like a uniformWhat?
