Time Waits for No Man
Rasco lyrics
Rasco lyrics
"Major League Lyrics"
Trip Away Lyrics
mama, lick on me now no care put me on the bad side oh, so bad i wanna make you love wanna, wanna watch your eyes dip them in a honey glass mirror mine roll them high wanna make them drip away trip away trip away trip away trip away trip away way out way out oh, mama lick on me i'm as tasty as a red plumb baby thumb wanna make you love wanna be wild animals lay down in a shady den
mama, lick on me now no care put me on the bad side oh, so bad i wanna make you love wanna, wanna watch your eyes dip them in a honey glass mirror mine roll them high wanna make them drip away trip away trip away trip away trip away trip away way out way out oh, mama lick on me i'm as tasty as a red plumb baby thumb wanna make you love wanna be wild animals lay down in a shady den
featuring Defari and Dilated Peoples
Don't front
So many claim the fame but never see the day
When lyrically they could even run in the Triple A's
This here's the major leagues where big hits are guaranteed
The Ken Griffey turbo 850 professional MC
One more time that cat Defari
With a sting operation so blatant we call it franchise
Man sign independent on some enterprise
It's time to shoot straight, innovate, and make the world realize
That mics get ripped, and spots get blown
I strive to be a Golden State all-time great, like J-Ro
I gets burned when the Technics turn on mix shows and mix tapes
That you hear when a car turns left on the street
You know that shit that make you bounce
'Nuf respect to Rasco and Evidence
Yo hold it down on the mound
I'm not like Hideo, don't got it Nomo
I'm more like Randy Johnson, guaranteed heat for sure
Yo this that where the big hits are guaranteed
Zabadak Medley Lyrics
Susie got a job in a London scene it sure was rough it sure was mean the boss is a man it's plain to see he's in every hustle there could be. Susie ran around night and day living fast anf gambling away foolin' herself with a millionaire she thinks it's love but he don't care. Diamonds rings stars in her eyes but one of these days she'll be surprised it's tougher than you think in the city you better slip away yeh. You better slip away
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit batters with attitude
The signal's in, and my catcher's 'Fari Herut
I got to risin on the mound, talkin at pen-point
Retire the side, put on a jacket, ice my joints
And body parts, world-wide, Evidence is known
Have you fallin out the batter's box when curves are thrown
Precise angles, I disect the strategy, no cost
And just 'cause I choose to wander don't mean I'm lost
I got the button-up jersrey, Dilated written in cursive
I spill my heart to wax and put the in the open
Three men against nine players, yo, that shit's unheard of
Plus my eyes are open in takin' folks
One cat got on base but he didn't learn his lesson
I faked to first and picked him off at second
Patience is a virtue, yo he couldn't understand
Nifty Fifty United States And Capitals, Yakko, Ani Lyrics
And now Wacko Warner with the fifty US States and their Capitals, Baton Rouge Louisianna, Indianpolis Indiana, and Columbus is the capital of O-hi-o. There's Montgomery Alabama, south of Helena Montana then there's Denver Colorado, and Boise Idaho. Texas has Austin then we go north, to Massachusetts Boston and Albany New York. Tallahassee Florida and Washington D.C., Sante Fe New Mexico and Nashville Tennessee. Elvis used to hang out there
That cat's out, time waits for no man Susie got a job in a London scene it sure was rough it sure was mean the boss is a man it's plain to see he's in every hustle there could be. Susie ran around night and day living fast anf gambling away foolin' herself with a millionaire she thinks it's love but he don't care. Diamonds rings stars in her eyes but one of these days she'll be surprised it's tougher than you think in the city you better slip away yeh. You better slip away
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit batters with attitude
The signal's in, and my catcher's 'Fari Herut
I got to risin on the mound, talkin at pen-point
Retire the side, put on a jacket, ice my joints
And body parts, world-wide, Evidence is known
Have you fallin out the batter's box when curves are thrown
Precise angles, I disect the strategy, no cost
And just 'cause I choose to wander don't mean I'm lost
I got the button-up jersrey, Dilated written in cursive
I spill my heart to wax and put the in the open
Three men against nine players, yo, that shit's unheard of
Plus my eyes are open in takin' folks
One cat got on base but he didn't learn his lesson
I faked to first and picked him off at second
Patience is a virtue, yo he couldn't understand
Nifty Fifty United States And Capitals, Yakko, Ani Lyrics
And now Wacko Warner with the fifty US States and their Capitals, Baton Rouge Louisianna, Indianpolis Indiana, and Columbus is the capital of O-hi-o. There's Montgomery Alabama, south of Helena Montana then there's Denver Colorado, and Boise Idaho. Texas has Austin then we go north, to Massachusetts Boston and Albany New York. Tallahassee Florida and Washington D.C., Sante Fe New Mexico and Nashville Tennessee. Elvis used to hang out there
Bust it
Don't front
This where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
But when you step up to the plate
It be the large caliber rhyme
Ask yourself why try
Microphone slash Rasco Defari
Evidence, rhymes that set the precedence
Straight out the box, MCs to bobby sox
Major league, set to intrigue you small fee
Nothin' to the game, we doused them small flames
Take names
Head for the fence, we track prints
Track down the scent, then fold your whole tent
Stay bent
The illest on rhymes at all times
Call your bullpen, Rasco just pulled into the lot
Be strikin em out with one shot
While your pitch be hittin the plate at one spot
Down the pipe
The major lieutenant that earn stripes
Bet strap in, cadet to captain
I Love Your Sushi Lyrics
Let me tell ya all about the other night When we were hanging out at the sumo fight I was told these guys were warrior fighters The home come they're still wear diapers How many doughnuts do ya get through in a day Just to keep ya looking that way You're riding the road to self destruction Hey mister! You need liposuction! Teriaki makes me happy Give it up for Celeste and Daphne! Teriaki makes me happy Well that's what he said his name was I l
Stand up, better yet, put them hands up Let me tell ya all about the other night When we were hanging out at the sumo fight I was told these guys were warrior fighters The home come they're still wear diapers How many doughnuts do ya get through in a day Just to keep ya looking that way You're riding the road to self destruction Hey mister! You need liposuction! Teriaki makes me happy Give it up for Celeste and Daphne! Teriaki makes me happy Well that's what he said his name was I l
And watch the triple threat come fuck them plans up
Smack niggas, with lyrical gems that sayin hymns
Niggas still rappin 'bout clothes and car rims
Man debted
But dishin that corn, you get spreaded
We runnin on supreme, you runnin on unleaded
Couldn't match, you out the line-up, you been scratched
Sittin on the bench, not feelin you one pinch, in the trench
We loadin the guns to stack funds
Went from stackin ones to stackin them one-huns
Scored runs
The hotter the bat, the more fat
It's Dilated, Ras, 'Fari, we bust back
Like that, like that, like that, like that
Like that y'all, like that, check it
Yo this that where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
Don't front