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lirik lagu rasco - bits & pieces

[verse 1]
what’s the major malfunction?
got the whole rhyme under construction
built brick to brick, my style of rhyme sick
ras’ be the quick to smack yo’ -ss fast
teamed with evidence, he’s here, my man is cl-ssic material
solefather the grand imperial
you and your crew need the milk plus the cereal
break out the bowl, the sh-t’s outta control
brothas on patrol, they checkin’ what ya stole
the whole, world is, looking amazed
smack you so hard you’ll be laid up for days
taking x-rays for broken backs and bones
while i be on the phone and counting stacks at home
spittin’ rhymes chrome, make ’em shine and glisten
coming up missing, better give mines a listen
brothas still wishin’, better call the cops
and brothas still waitin’ for the joint to drop
well, here it is, right in your face, the first taste
swingin’ for the fence, you chillin’ at first base
the only n-gg- up in the place with rhyme flows
to attract chickenheads and pullin’ these fine hoes
whenever wind blows, i’m bringin’ it top notch
and more hard to swallow than marriage in hot scotch
show me what you got, you claimin’ that sh-t’s hot
well, i claim it’s not, i came to knock snot out your nose
knock you back 36 rows
the first-year rookie that be k!llin’ the pros
bring the contract, explode on contact
you chillin’ on the bench like nevin and koncak
hand to hand, combat’s what it is
and brothas still screamin’, “ras’, kick it for the kids”
well, that’s cool, spent 12 years in school
got no diploma, now you chillin’ by the pool
that even yours, i seen it all before
sold a million records, now selling door to door
polyester suits and tryna grab recruits
what happened to them days of women and mad loot?
all up in flames, i’m tired of playing these games
three thousand n-gg-s that all sound the same
blow a n-gg-‘s frame and send him the snapshots
play a little hockey then hit ’em with slapshots
the one time trigger effect is now done
the last man standing and hittin’ the stretch run
spittin’ bubble gum, i’m spittin’ the hard sh-t
the infrared scope and hittin’ the target
bulls-eye, give me my points for phat joints
at 33 a game, i put ’em all to shame
who you gonna blame when your sh-t don’t sell?
i play the postman for stackin’ the most mail
hot up on they trail, i track ’em like white folks
grab ’em by they neck and spin ’em like bike spokes
no need to smoke, i need my brain cells
the brotha that’s been know for slicing the frame well
now what

(“rasco”)

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