Ras Kass - Oral Sex (’99) lyrics

Death on the phono, my skills are porno
You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo

I'mma kick it to y'all frankly
So all you weak niggas can hate me
Jealous cause they know I'm the shit
Like Mr hankey
Reintroducing Ras Kass, the waterproof
I'm too deep, you Too $hort
Standin' on two feet, drownin' in two feet
Kapeesh?
I defy the feat by defecating on beat
Fuck how you feel i've got an oral fixation
With spitting liquefied razors
So ill that they cut through steel
So if my album ever sell 3 mil
I'm slashing every rapper with a deal
Every nigga with a video look like Seal
'Kiss From a Rose' - Not
More like a peck from Jada'
Even with a spectator
Ranked this nigga 45 in Blaze 50 greatest MCs
Good looking but I beg to differ, though
Body of evidence
My molecular structure based on
The table of elements
I'm CmH4, NL3, IV3, PGe2, Rb4, PmS4, Br1, At5
I'm complex with curriculums combined
A next level innovator
With invigorating rhymes
Plus slightly thugged out
But revolutionary with minds
Spit my message with grime
Five years ahead of my time
Two thousand and five
I'mma be that nigga beatin' down
Traffic cops at stop signs
Now put that in your glass dick and smoke it
Who the dopest? if Ras spoke it, loc'est
The most focused wrote the opus
Nature of the Threat
Fost focus richest the bok'est
Could get it like
I'm sexually transmitted, bidditch
Yeah, yeah, Evil D make it ill for me
Spit it

"Death on the phono, my skills are dolo
You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo"

It's that underground b-boy shit
Just a beat and a rhyme
As simplified as a heat and a crime
True lyricists always get felt
Cause I rarely masturbate dog
But I always be feelin' myself
I rep' Golden State Warriors
I rep' The Horsemen
Get pissy drunk and forced
To pray to porcelain
God, I'm worse than Cupid, stupid
Love is Lust
So my glands release hollow point endorphins
Bitch nigga
I'm mighty morphin' into a larson
Forcin' grown men into a
Forced a-dult abortion
Make it scorchin' hot to death
Then drop it arctic
So MCs shatter like glass next
Time a nigga sparks shit
Make sense, even if I don't make dollars
Asiatic ghetto scholar
Y'all grafted like seedless
Grapes and rottweilers
My hoochie bitches pop that pussy while
My pimp niggas pop they collars
And pop stars- these the last days of disco
It's all about me-me-me-me-me
Cause I’m Mya with a big dick, though
You faggot like Sisqo
You thumbs down six feet like
Ebert & Gene Siskel
I'm blessed with my Father's complexion
And my Mother's features i'm unique
Different from all other creatures
I be rocking a black doo rag
Tellin pigeons youse a motherfuckin fool
And they be like 'you look like Ja Rule
But that's cool'
I guess all short, chocolate, chinky
Eyed niggas look alike, boo
Let the pen stroke
So the track have a heart attack
You blind, baby
Give your cataracts cataracts
Matter of fact, face it
I'm just not the norm more graphic than porn
I'm like eye witnessin' a matador
Get his rib cage crushed
Lung pulled by a raging bull's horn
I put it on like a uniform what