Kool Keith, Ras Kass - Writers lyrics
[Kool Keith, Ras Kass - Writers lyrics]
Every writers unite who's on fire
(Kool Keith) i'm Batman on steroids
Rappers come with double A batteries
I'm a grown man who play with toys
The automatic rhymes write by themselves
The utility belt-in on eBay for sale
My rhymes scope your scalp like
A medicated hair gel
I don't wan't pampers to squel
And start to smell
Leave em' pot roasted toasted
Don't be no curtain so they got
To shit in the open
Peep they cars when they playing poker
The one with tight pants can't move too fast
Break 'em up from the D league
Took out what he need to work on
Peter pan can pass a
Tunderball with a fiberglass
Call me Ernie and Nas
I'm up so high when I come down
Cheerleaders participate in wiping my ass
The National Basket-Ball Association
One rookie to be a little more patient
Make 'em practice in our places
Scout her earned D's on the floor shake 'em
Throw 900 pounds medicine balls
Around the gymnasium pass pampers out
Who got uniform to run
Sports Illustrated showed me getting my
Dick sucked with Reebok pumps
All-American unstoppable my 360 impossible
Alumni with my white underwear
With the hair follicles
I can play with a white color and shoes
Went to dunk contest with Timberland boots
Throw it up I need someone who stand nude
Every writers unite who's on fire
(Rass Kass) celebrity mixologist
Mix ya 7 chakra with my Vodka
Star Wars cambino with the female Chewbaka
Telling you please fast play
That new Rass Kass
Every word I speak should be a hashtag
Microphone doing I should have a Nike
Endorsement I'm forcing enough of scorching
The jokey with the horseman
Used to be the golden state in forceman
Drinking true blood where they ignoring
Ball on the courts ball on the black tie
T back lady reported balls on her shirt
It's all for this fort fought
Worth blood sweat and dirt
H and all as me and Kool
Keith balls with a verse
All you hear is switch
Plague drilling the tray
Lets figure the game 7 nigga play
I slap the rap and your teen mascot
Do the poke game interview rocking
A Gucci ass got pants sagging
Cause I be rapping my ass off
Hardcore hip hop when other rappers mad soft
I roll a charnin niggas
Big head shitting in the woods
Eyes are Japanese
When you pimpin in the hood
And the tired of that he on fire
Every writers unite who's on fire
(Kool Keith) i'm Batman on steroids
Rappers come with double A batteries
I'm a grown man who play with toys
The automatic rhymes write by themselves
The utility belt-in on eBay for sale
My rhymes scope your scalp like
A medicated hair gel
I don't wan't pampers to squel
And start to smell
Leave em' pot roasted toasted
Don't be no curtain so they got
To shit in the open
Peep they cars when they playing poker
The one with tight pants can't move too fast
Break 'em up from the D league
Took out what he need to work on
Peter pan can pass a
Tunderball with a fiberglass
Call me Ernie and Nas
I'm up so high when I come down
Cheerleaders participate in wiping my ass
The National Basket-Ball Association
One rookie to be a little more patient
Make 'em practice in our places
Scout her earned D's on the floor shake 'em
Throw 900 pounds medicine balls
Around the gymnasium pass pampers out
Who got uniform to run
Sports Illustrated showed me getting my
Dick sucked with Reebok pumps
All-American unstoppable my 360 impossible
Alumni with my white underwear
With the hair follicles
I can play with a white color and shoes
Went to dunk contest with Timberland boots
Throw it up I need someone who stand nude
Every writers unite who's on fire
(Rass Kass) celebrity mixologist
Mix ya 7 chakra with my Vodka
Star Wars cambino with the female Chewbaka
Telling you please fast play
That new Rass Kass
Every word I speak should be a hashtag
Microphone doing I should have a Nike
Endorsement I'm forcing enough of scorching
The jokey with the horseman
Used to be the golden state in forceman
Drinking true blood where they ignoring
Ball on the courts ball on the black tie
T back lady reported balls on her shirt
It's all for this fort fought
Worth blood sweat and dirt
H and all as me and Kool
Keith balls with a verse
All you hear is switch
Plague drilling the tray
Lets figure the game 7 nigga play
I slap the rap and your teen mascot
Do the poke game interview rocking
A Gucci ass got pants sagging
Cause I be rapping my ass off
Hardcore hip hop when other rappers mad soft
I roll a charnin niggas
Big head shitting in the woods
Eyes are Japanese
When you pimpin in the hood
And the tired of that he on fire
Every writers unite who's on fire