Ras Kass The End lyrics

My acoustic futuristic linguistic rap fabric
Is a mixture of Arabic
Plug 'em in, plug 'em in
Plug 'em in, plug 'em in
Come to spread it

The world exclusive, check it
From the underground producers
Turn your face stone like Medusa
Slap dick on a wicked bitch
Or righteous ones weaken sons
Those who burn hurt turn nuns

I rekindle the flam with the name B O B B Y, make it a hobby
Smoke the honey dip got my throat groggy
You doo-doo brain dirt bag derelict dumb fuck
What the fuck is wrong with you dick head? Numb nuts

Just because you made a song or two
What's the balance due on your royalties?
Record companies spoil me as the wiz hot oil me
Fuck that savage back up Wu-Tang step inside the club
Niggas might act up, one potato

Smack you like the cross fader
Rap data, go back to pissy elevators
Escape the projects, living' inside the skyscraper
Fuck that I'm taking' back the forty acres
With the cream of nature
(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby)

Yo, my Eve called 1-Adam-12, I got arrested
At first she protested but on the seventh day I rested
(Son, I always had the power)
Before the Midori Sour with red cherries
Hereditary trait, seeking salvation like the Cranberries


Wrote Murder with Angela Lansbury often
'Til my biological clock stops and my casket falls
We sell tix like Boston basketball
(Celtics)
C-arson was asking' y'all
Is Ras Kass the last to fall victim for wearing' no mask at all?

No gimmicks, just me being me
But you ain't bending' or offending' me
'Cause anyways Hennessey used to be a better friend to me
But I had to stop drinking' so many pints
(Why?)
'Cause the tendency to forget, it ain't baseball

America's favorite national pastime is white supremacy
Never seen a nigga granted clemency
My metaphors is meta-five
My styles go up in your raw dog little boy
You get fucked like pedophiles

When it's all said and done I'ma retire to an island in the Caymans
Enslaving' Caucasians living' off your mama's life savings
I take it all in stride, Dennis Rodmans laced to the side
This nigga glide, like Clyde, my hands was tied
Silent cries screamed genocide
When two-thirds of the planet died in the end

The end justifies the means, the end is power
(Power)
Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely
Young black man, let us begin
Young black man, let us begin