Kid Capri, Punchline, Ras Kass - One on One lyrics

Yeah once again presenting, Kid Capri
Ras Kass the waterproof MC, Punchline

(Ras Kass) these faggot MCs be on skis
With the microphone though
But it's all downhill hitting
Trees like Sonny Bono
Name a nigga I couldn't burn and he
Probably created the Earth in six days
I shot at Jesus with a tech fives times
Hanging the pope with six strings
The name is Ras Kass
Might eat a little pussy but
I don't kiss ass homeboy
I'm righteous and wicked and this
Acquisition of riches is like
Selling bean pies and still
Fucking white bitches

(Punchline) i rap crazy
You better get fifty niggas to blaze me


Or ace me, been rhyming since 220 AD
You fugazy?, I'm top ten with the raps
Off the list you scratch
Like serial numbers on gats
I lace tracks with ill lines 20 bar rhymes
My verses got long sentences like jail times
Press rewind, listen to jams when I cool out
I only fuck a bitch in the
Park if she juiced out
Going new routes to maintain my composure
Anticipated while you still screaming
To get exposure
Rap soldier in the cipher I'm first to set it
My lyrics get the US
Open without playing tennis (Ras Kass)
Vindictive my voice pitch is
Beyond John Blaze i'm John Cremation
You conversation with aspirations
Of me leaving blood stains
From Earth to Venus
Them so-called rap stars will still be living
With they moma like an unborn fetus
As soon as you step on stage
I'mma destroy you with the truth
Like the Ricki Lake show
Don't come out the soundproof booth
Or poof, plucked in your bubblegoose
A lost angel
I strangle at an angle that's obtuse

(Punchline) yo, my styles vicious
Put niggas before bitches
Collect riches, bone chickens without trickin
And stay spitting mad rhymes
In your direction
Always repping get you open like C-sections
I rhyme greata set it off without Jada
My flava leave a nigga shook like vibrators
Rap composer of the hit your styles over
I make an MC cry just like Robin on Ophra
Give you the cold shoulder
Guess who rhymes slicker
I gross figures, shed light on shady niggas
And write rhymes, roast niggas that take mine
Gave birth to so many styles I
Should have my tubes tied
One time, when rappers need concentration
Embarrassing nigga
Like getting caught masturbating
I'm fascinating
I make you wallow in your sorrow
Clutch the bottle you get
Your childish style fondled
My rap tactics make you want
To go home and practice
Match this, drop jewels like BA Barracus
I come rough for all niggas that front
I'm all that five mics and
Quotable for the month (Ras Kass)
I be on some bullshit like
The unamit's and vigorous rhyming
And until Bushwhick Bill starts
Dunking on Kobe Bryant
I'm applying pressure, check out my melody
The eighteenth letter, the first letter
The nineteenth letter for cheddar
And get a barrette explosive tip
Shredders to make the rum-redder
To make the deader then Coretta
Scott King's husband who had a dream
I get in you with no Vaseline
And burn rubber so I tap
That ass like Savion Glover

(Punchline) take the sedative cause
Your shit's repetitive and played out
Tried to run game but it got rained out
Wasn't thinking about this style
Until we came out took a detour when some of
Ya'll went the same route
Thoughts about doing Punchline make me tickle
When my flow changes like pennies
Dimes and nickels
Organized rhymes we make the girls realize
We humiliate niggas like a small dick size
Now you wanna click nines
Front and sip wines
Take mine, can't mess with Ras and Punchline