C What I C Ras Kass (Ft. Pharoahe Monch)

[Intro: Pharoahe Monch]
Ah, Pharoahe Monch, yeah

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
I said "Yes, yes, y'all, to the beat, y'all"
We tryin' to teach the young and get the loot
And still be like havin' a ball
Hey hey hey
We try to walk a little bit like this I say
I hate rap promoters, I start to motor
Talk from Southside to North Minnesota
Dre gramm of yey with a small cup of soda
Never get the women with the underarm odor
SkyTel Motorola holder who rocks golder than
Those who fold when they try to throw me the cold shoulder
Try to tell these younger kids cause I'm a little older
The war's about to happen and we need our little soldiers

[Verse 2: Ras Kass]
I riggity-rock, I wriggity-wreck shop
(Nah, I'm fuckin' with y'all)
I fall through parallel universes with a gun
And murder myself to gain strength like Jet Li in "The One"
Catch me in ya slum, slumming
Sippin' a little some-something
Bumping Big Pun it's nothing to front and get to dumpin'
Something up in here y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Use my nine, and do my time
I do my grime, and spit rhymes freaky, air it out
Put new holes in conscious rappers' dashikis
Be beneath me, no rapper could defeat me
Like puttin' your face in feces (I talk shit)
Who I be? Real nigga with a fake I.D
O.G., B.G., L.A., N.Y.C
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