[Ras Kass]
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(yea, yea YEAH)
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What, you don't want it, niggas liver than Teen Summit
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The Wild Pitch, America's Most drunk and blunted
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Stick to fishes, black widows kick this vicious
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Hot shit bitch, Wild Pitch
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[Jah Skillz]
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I'm the, funkalistic, rapper choke an instant
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Got mixed wit, Malibu rums and Mistic
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I'm a whole lot on it, yea just a smidget
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Just cuz I live by the beach like ?Gidget?
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You must think I'm small time like that biz midget
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Add three piece smart mouth like bitches
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And you got me, Jah Killa jet ski ills
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Take me to the edge like poppin pills
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Straight up, no chase, hold up unless I'm bein followed
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Never swallow anything unless it's from a bottle
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And that's the whole truth, and nothin but the truth so help me God
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By the powers invested upon my 5 Footaz squad
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You ain't ready, oh cuz you dress like psychadelli
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You the GMC like Chevy, I put a levy on yo cash flow
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Just a little something to let yo ass know
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Who to give 2 kind to when you pass go
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Chorus [Xzibit]
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You dealin wit alumni criteria
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The one's that throwin Wild Pitches in ya area
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Strikin you out, sending you back to the dugout
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We goin up to your microphones pullin the plug out
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Superior, alumni criteria, we the MCs that you make you feel inferior
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Throwin Wild Pitches, fuckin your riches and your bitches
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Rasassination, Jah Skillz, and Xzibit
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[Ras Kass]
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I ejaculate on blind justice wit the jury's se quested
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And escape, run in a nigga's face like Hannibal Lector
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The aqua-mati, my pen is penitentiary
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Potenially plain paid for protocall pacific pro perfect cap pealer
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Performing skull circumsitions, when I position the prism
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Permiscuis wit other people's pussy ?pawn? wit the playa like Big Pun
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Poisonous poet, I Master "p" like UHHHHHHH!!!
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Skillz ?cotted? enabled
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Herb you just and ingrown hair in the world of tweezers
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We can dance before I crack MC's like Gator in jungle fever
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Got them speakin in number like SoundScan
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Severed the ears off your soundman, black Israelite
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Like four-hundred and forty-four thousand
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Niggas talk like dog, we'll walk like cat
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I'm Ozzy Osbourne bitin the head off of rats
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When they started bustin, fuck the Russian
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We playin West Indian Roulette, ?some of mine? blind get wet
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>From New Jack to Vet I can modem
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Comes off like three adam's apples in the inner scrotum
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My rhyme ?, clearin my sinus, bitch slime on your Iceberg
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And let the virus cross appliance
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Chorus
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[Xzibit]
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Give birth to earth to planet, we harder than granite
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And concrete, man made could never compete, complete down to the core
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Weighing in tons, hotter than lava, God, Javi, Jahovah, Allah heavenly Father
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Nuns to bank robbers, wealth beyond the dollar
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Here to school the scholar, make new born babies
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No live for no bitch or lady, they try to play me
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We flowin like the Mississsippi to the River Euphrates
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One-hundred and eighty times two, one complete rotation
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Fit any situation for a small donation, live on location
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Third planet from the sun
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Travel 24 hours you spend a lifetime to run
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Witness the slave shot he bolted to a gat and a gun
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>From Hitler, Musolini, to Attila the Hun
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Imagine existence wit no fear, tears never shed here
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One day for me could last a thousand years
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The first element baby, one two....
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Chorus
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Wild Pitch
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Xzibit |