Take A Deep Breath

Ras Kass

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    West coast rap I run, and rhyme I rule
    Not from old to new but from the true school
    I lie, cheat, steal and rob
    But I don't squab, giving the world a free paint job
    Yes I smoke weed and sess
    Green as the Hulk hold bottles of Old Gold
    Push a ball point pen like a maintenance man
    Sweep up wack Mcs with brooms and dust pans
    Words I rock, plus mics equal Fahrenheit
    I'm toxic wasting niggaz that's facing my topics
    Don't sweat my mic checks like bomb threats
    They passed wet didn't even bust yet
    I'm a foul ball, punk niggaz can't catch it
    In a straight jacket I write my rhymes with hatchets
    So niggaz who bite raps, I hope your fucking lungs collapse
    I'm on a vengeance writing rhymes with syringes
    In West I loc, strong as camel smoke dope as heroin
    MCs are parallel when I'm with my double barrel
    Rhymes get hard as a callous, plus my dome with my palace
    A one man gang, I'm mighty with fangs, wild slang, rob bang
    Til brings hang from the songs I sang
    Watch me break it down like a picture
    I strike nerves, I throw curve rhymes like a pitcher
    If blood wont find ya, the nine's gonna getcha
    Skits so frantic shoot rhymes like an automatic
    Niggaz panic when I let go the static frail
    One step ahead in the future
    Don't need a gun, when I can just let the rhyme shoot ya

    [Chorus]
    Bring it to the North, South
    East and West
    "Kill the world when I take a deep breath" [scratching]

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    [Ras Kass]
    Don't represent at my expense
    It's too expensive; I got the rapping world tensive
    Fuck passive, grey mater in gallons, my brain contains
    Talions, so totalitarian reign, western hemisphere
    Half of the equator creative side of the brain ascertain it
    I remain undetectable entity, stressing amenity
    Got hostility sinister similes
    Like fuck Mary, I'm the where in proximities to these wack raps
    Actually each level is lower
    At this rap shit Ras Kass Constricts like the Boa
    My flows pro and polar be deep
    I unfold like the rap sheet
    And compete incomplete sleet so complete hard emcees turn into SWV
    Leave them so, weak in the knees they can hardly breathe
    Fuck a tree, my sentences provide the photosynthesis
    I leave the god damn rap world suffocating
    A new jack ain't nothing but a recent masturbation
    Master medulla, mystical eyes of Medusa
    Drown niggaz like gouch with or without a producer
    I used to, want to be excepted by my peers
    now I have none, conducive
    Logical collusions, I rely on Mount Siyon
    To waste hell and set it son
    So get the 4-11 or the 911 1 hundred
    Rhyme written shitting on your entire anthology
    Anomaly there is no analogy competition is a fallacy
    Fictious niggaz ain't ripping getting getting roped in like kids fishin
    To the ones that kick the kids to the curb
    Put a dick in your eardrum and fuck what ya heard

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three]
    Niggaz you can't run
    And you sure as fuck can't hide
    Who's first to die
    When my violent lines collide
    No escape my ciphers lock down like folks that provoke me
    But your comments is the same (Don't approach me)
    One step beyond what everyone considers tight
    1995 Vietnam, motherfuckers wont survive
    Niggaz wanna walk my path but they
    don't know my path is like a plane crash aftermath
    My lyrics is brimstone
    I got squads caught up in my vortex
    Coroners is running out of white sheets
    I change the whole definition of a crime scene
    Silent like graveyard ground duck down
    You in the line of fire about to expire like coupons
    Talent MCs get crushed like croutons
    I'm dropping the triple O G you bomb
    22 mega tons of dynamite
    Saw verbal tongues of motherfuckers who ain't rhyming right
    Test the best and grew Mcs with the fertilizer
    Man and microphone stand brutalizer
    My funk I'm deeper than a shalom
    Rapper found dead with two spokes protruding from their spinal columns
    I hear wack then counteract
    Then build skills like robotek
    Go text type to go techs of dope raps
    So go ahead and act up nigga
    You need a tea quarantine cause my style is contagious
    I'm daring them
    nigga rap lines of Jesus Christ
    Nah but I'm flattered by the comparison

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