Lyrics : Rasco
Uh huh
That's right, be yourself, yo
That's right
Ya got to be yourself, yo
That's right
And do your own thing
Yo, do your own thing
Yo, I slings from the waist with mines, but I don't waste time
Once again here to set the new trend
Whatever the plan, we shakes in all style
Better check the file, don't change the dial
You locked in, mother****ers, we raisin' the stock te
Better tell your friends, where it all begins
Point blank, mother****ers ain't nothin' but low ran
The cap-tain lookin at rippin' the ass clean
The vaccine ain't nothin' but pure medi-cine
The sure shot mother****ers should keep they door locke
Ain't no block hotter than your's? Make sure
While brothers is waterin' down rhymes stay pure
One-hundred percent organic, goddammit
Be doin' my thing until I'm yanked off the planet
Hard like granite, your stones are zercon(ia)
Costume, fillin' your lungs with gas fumes
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Yo, don't change yo' shit because you heard my shi
Get back in the lab and try to reword *************t
I show you the hands, you get yo' vision blurred wit'
It's Rasco here to enhance the cash flow
(Second time through minus 'Yo')
(Get it off your chest then)
I got things on my mind, react and rhyme at the same time
Never comin' close to mine, my stratosphere speaks loud and clear
The same shit as last yea
Why do mother****ers change they style and then flip
Get a couple fans, some grands, and then slip
Don't you understand you should stand for yourself,
To make sure your records don't stand on the shelf?
Never make songs to please these emcees
And next time, mother****ers, I'm charging you five g'
Four hundred degrees, ice cold deep freeze
And emcees be thinkin' they the ****ing Bee Gee
Sometimes you have to lead a feign to the fame
To make sure you still stick around in the game
Sit home and train, circulatin' through the veins
You outta your brain, you know the goddam name
The same cat that brought you back to the times
When mother****ers was true and did it all for the rhyme
Now it's all changed, these cats think short range
Forgettin' the art, they do it all for the chart
But is he really smart for doin' the same shit
That one thousand other mother****ers came wit
I don't think so, I got coins to invest
While you clowns are still tryin' to win a contest
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(Last, but not least)
Don't use the underground
For tryin' to *************eld you and that wackass sound
I'll still be around, watchin' mother****ers freestyl
I came back, I know I've been gone for a while
I may not be the best, what I be tryin' to stress
Is how I can make a lot more doin' less
Peace to the West, I just earned a piece
I told y'all you shouldn't let the dog of the leash
Don't bite, especially when you know it ain't right
And don't drop your songs when you know it ain't tight
I *************nes the light, do the best that you can
You always should have a whole different sideplan
My thoughts adjust to a different mind frame
Be exact, no time for the little mind games
I keeps my feet firmly planted in the street
To get y'all wit' nothin' but the bonifide heat
[Chorus x2]