Ha ha ha ha ha
Back again, ha ha ha ha ha
Rascal
So low
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Yo, it's Flipside and Rascal
Here to let em know
If niggas don't cooperate
Gotta let em go
Get in the race and stop running at a snare's pace
And sour milk has left my mouth with a bitter taste
They shot-calling,
blackballing till the last sec
No other choice but to cut these niggas last check
Give me respect cause I been coming up these last years
The only car on the road for us in
nine years Cause I arrive in overdrive,
set the rip and
lie And I'll be ripping this * when I'm fifty-five
Dead and stinking,
ain't linking,
nigga,
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 your ass a sweater
Breaking these fools down to the last letter
Whatever that you clowns wanna do Make
sure that you got the super dope crew
One, two
All the niggas are unassisted All the niggas are unassisted
All the niggas are unassisted All the niggas are unassisted
So what's next?
Not these MCs,
it's total text Glitz and glam better scram down instead of spec
That's how we play them on washed up and cascade
And it's been years since I broke out my last fade
The ball get it,
non-dreaded,
get that ass wetted These brothers flash on the raps,
but I didn't sweat it
Remain calm,
ripping mics every single night I'm on the
scene making green cause the single's tight
* you fools that's believing in your own hype
Cause 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
cause these people gave you fine print
But magazines ain't the thing,
nigga,
get it straight Bringing them styles,
I got them hooked on like fish bait
But when you step up to the plate,
better bring it back
Cause you're unassisted
Mass-produced,
I got juice,
microphone skill Me and my man Big Rob out to seal deals
Run of the mill,
dime a dozen cause you wack,
cousin
Fools refuse, better cut me some slack, cousin
Playing me close,
heads is flown at the flag post And half-staffed,
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 ass out
Laying it down nice and clean on these white
sheets And quicker break it down over fat beats
Better retreat cause I'm coming with 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 is prime time
So what I'm saying,
won't be no delaying Better heed the word,
nigga,
I don't be playing
So start praying like you looking for a miracle Me with no lyrics,
baby,
that dance is hysterical
What
he
makes is so psyched