Take a Deep Breath Ras Kass

[Verse One]
West coast rap I run, and rhyme I rule
Not from old to new but from the true school
I lie, cheat, steal and rob
But I don't squab, giving the world a free paint job
Yes I smoke weed and sess
Green as the Hulk hold bottles of Old Gold
Push a ball point pen like a maintenance man
Sweep up wack Mcs with brooms and dust pans
Words I rock, plus mics equal Fahrenheit
I'm toxic wasting niggas that's facing my topics
Don't sweat my mic checks like bomb threats
They pants is wet, didn't even bust yet
I'm a foul ball, punk niggas can't catch it
In a straight jacket I write my rhymes with hatchets
So niggas who bite raps, I hope your fucking lungs collapse
I'm on a vengeance writing rhymes with syringes
In West I loc, strong as camel smoke dope as heroin
MCs are parallel when I'm with my double barrel
Rhymes get hard as a callous, plus my dome with my palace
A one man gang, I'm mighty with fangs, wild slang, rob bang
Til brains hang from the songs I sang
Watch me break it down like a picture
I strike nerves, I throw curve rhymes like a pitcher
If love won't find ya, the nine's gonna getcha
Skits so frantic shoot rhymes like an automatic
Niggas panic when I let go the static frail
One step ahead in the future
Don't need a gun, when I can just let the rhyme shoot ya