Ras Kass - Sonset lyrics

Oh yeah, it ain't over motherfuckers
Yeah, we suppose to elevate not segregate
And we got love for the East
And I know the East got love for the West
But there's certain niggas
You know what I'm saying?
Wanna talk shit, dissing where I'm from
So basically, for every action
There's an equal and opposite reaction

Now I'm a rap fan who never
Saw Bam Rock the park in the Bronx
But I still snap skulls in the dark

So can you recognize shit is real
When I shove this ampex 4-9-9 up your rectum
I'm ready to bust every bitch nigga's cherry
See these floods in January got
Me lookin' in the mirror
Screamin' Bloody Mary
Unnecessary representing, equal set tripping


Divided by my tennis shoe pimping
Got all ya'll niggas dipping
Like Lipton Tea Bags, son
His steelo Jeet Kune Do the
Way of the intercepting fist
Intercepting every subliminal diss
Geographic, prejudice against increments
Of incredulous legislature
Psychologically, I masturbate with the
Hands of fate so bust nuts on Mother Nature
Coming on your landscape
I'm pressing California license plate
For nigga's in all 50 fucking states
But it's biting me and fighting me
Inviting me to rhyme I can't hold it back
I'm lookin' for the line
Takin' off my lambskin Marc Buchanan
'Cause I'ma make you see LA like Ed O'Bannon
Nigga come in peace and brothers can kick it
But you ain't gonna walk me streets
When back east you selling wolf tickets
Reciprocate the player hating
Bring the bullshit to you
Going through yo coast
Like the Green Gary GNU
Who said no is good gnews
But gniggas is gnot gnowing about the
Gnext shit that I be flowin'
So don't represent at my expense
It's too expensive
The first and last line of
My defense is my sentence
You got caught off the coast
Of the Pacific Ocean
Found face down floating
With your fucking neck broken

Now I'm a rap fan who never
Saw Bam Rock the park in the Bronx
But I still snap skulls in the dark
(Snap some neck for some live effects)

I walk the planet and create tremors
If nothing else
Here's all you need to remember
L-L-A apostrophe Y l-L-A-K-C-U-F for all you
Backwards-ass niggas
Psychologically, we grapple an MC
Like Gracie at the UFC so
Place me in your octagon
Coward on mixtapes and interviews
I'm hearing you
Certain dissidents diss from a distance
Disrespect and discriminate
Nigga I laminate that ass
And wear it at the New
Music Seminar for a badge
Mash or get twisted
Dem gwan front like Rosa Parks
But them marks is broke wristed (bitch)
Superiority complex
Based on old statistics, now listen
Respect due to the pioneers
But what your borough did in eighty-three
Is ancient history, bruh
So why these niggas acting like
Since they live in the state
That rap originates
They automatically, all time greats
It takes classic material to make phat shit
Not proof of New York residence and an accent
Who expresses the freshest
The West Coast was resurrected by me
I'm the mother fucking man like homo erectus
So why it matter where rap started
If I wanted to hear from the
Asshole I would have farted
I'm a West Coast artist down with
Cliques from 510 to 516
But diss indiscriminately and you diss me
Fundamentally is the ability
To smother suckers
So if rap was born to another
Then that makes me a motherfucker
Cause I'm the type of nigga to go to yo' show
Fuck yo' ho
Then nut on yo' promotional T-shirt
Alert the solar eclipse
The planet earth eternally verbally
I fucks your head up
Like Florence and Normandie, normally
(Normally, Easily I approach)