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Yeah once again presenting, Kid Capri
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Ras Kass the waterproof MC, Punchline
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(Ras Kass)
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These faggot MCs be on skis with the microphone though
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But it's all downhill hitting trees like Sonny Bono
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Name a nigga I couldn't burn and he probably created the Earth in six days
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I shot at Jesus with a tech fives times
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Hanging the pope with six strings, the name is Ras Kass
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Might eat a little pussy but I don't kiss ass homeboy
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I'm righteous and wicked and this acquisition of riches is like
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Selling bean pods and still fucking white bicthes
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(Punchline)
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I rap crazy, you better get fifty niggas to blaze me
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Or ace me, been rhyming since 220 AD
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You feel gazy?, I'm top ten with the raps
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Off the list you scratch, like serial numbers on gats
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I lace tracks with ill lines 20 bar rhymes
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My verses got long sentences like jail times
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Press rewind, listen to jams when I cool out
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I only fuck a bitch in the park if she juiced out
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Going new routes to maintain my composure
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Anticipated while you still screaming to get exposure
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Rap soldier in the cipher I'm first to set it
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My lyrics get the U.S. Open without playing tennis
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(Ras Kass)
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Vindictive my voice pitch is beyond John Blaze
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I'm John Cremation, you conversation with aspirations
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Of me leaving blood stains from Earth to Venus
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Them so-called rap stars will still be living
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with they moma like an unborn fetus
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As soon as you step on stage I'ma destroy you with the truth
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Like the Ricki Lake show, don't come out the soundproof booth
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Or poof, plucked in your bubblegoose
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A lost angel, I strangle at an angle that's obtuse
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(Punchline)
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Yo, my styles viscous, put niggas before bitches
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Collect riches, bone chickens without trickin
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And stay spitting mad rhymes in your direction
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Always repping get you open like seasections
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I rhyme greata set it off without Jada
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My flava leave a nigga shook like vibrators
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Rap composer of the hit your styles over
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I make an MC cry just like Robin on Ophra
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Give you the cold shoulder guess who rhymes slicker
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I gross figures, shed light on shady niggas
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And write rhymes, roast niggas that take mine
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Gave birth to so many styles I should have my tubes tied
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One time, when rappers need concentration
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Embarrass I nigga, like getting caught masterbating
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I'm fascinating, I make you wallow in your sorrow
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Clutch the bottle you get your childish style fondled
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My rap tactics make you want to go home and practice
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Match this, drop jewels like Biago Rackis
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I come rough for all niggas that front
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I'm all that five mics and quotable for the month
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(Ras Kass)
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I be on some bullshit like the unamits and vigorous rhyming
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And until Buchwhick Bill starts dunking on Kobe Bryant
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I'm applying pressure, check out my melody
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The eighteenth letter, the first letter
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the nineteenth letter for cheddar
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And get a barrette explosive tip shredders to make the rum-redder
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To make the deader then Coretta
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Scott King's husband who had a dream
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I get in you with no Vaseline
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And burn rubber so I tap that ass like Savion Glover
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(Punchline)
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That the sedative cause your shits repetitive
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And played out, tried to run game but it got rained out
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Wasn't thinking about this style until we came out
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Took a detour when some of ya'll went the same route
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Thoughts about doing Punchline make me tickle
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When my flow changes like pennies, dimes and nickels
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Organized rhymes we make the girls realize
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We humiliate niggas like a small dick size
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Now you wanna click nines, front and sip wines
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Take mine, can't mess with Ras and Punchline
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One on One
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| Kid Capri |
