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Kid Capri lyrics One on One lyrics Yeah once again presenting, Kid Capri Ras Kass the waterproof MC, Punchline (Ras Kass) These faggot MCs be on skis with the microphone though But it's all downhill hitting trees like Sonny Bono Name a nigga I couldn't burn and he probably created the Earth in six days I shot at Jesus with a tech fives times Hanging the pope with six strings, the name is Ras Kass Might eat a little pussy but I don't kiss ass homeboy I'm righteous and wicked and this acquisition of riches is like Selling bean pods and still fucking white bicthes (Punchline) I rap crazy, you better get fifty niggas to blaze me Or ace me, been rhyming since 220 AD You feel gazy?, I'm top ten with the raps Off the list you scratch, like serial numbers on gats I lace tracks with ill lines 20 bar rhymes My verses got long sentences like jail times Press rewind, listen to jams when I cool out I only fuck a bitch in the park if she juiced out Going new routes to maintain my composure Anticipated while you still screaming to get exposure Rap soldier in the cipher I'm first to set it My lyrics get the U.S. Open without playing tennis (Ras Kass) Vindictive my voice pitch is beyond John Blaze I'm John Cremation, you conversation with aspirations Of me leaving blood stains from Earth to Venus Them so-called rap stars will still be living with they moma like an unborn fetus As soon as you step on stage I'ma destroy you with the truth Like the Ricki Lake show, don't come out the soundproof booth Or poof, plucked in your bubblegoose A lost angel, I strangle at an angle that's obtuse (Punchline) Yo, my styles viscous, put niggas before bitches Collect riches, bone chickens without trickin And stay spitting mad rhymes in your direction Always repping get you open like seasections I rhyme greata set it off without Jada My flava leave a nigga shook like vibrators Rap composer of the hit your styles over I make an MC cry just like Robin on Ophra Give you the cold shoulder guess who rhymes slicker I gross figures, shed light on shady niggas And write rhymes, roast niggas that take mine Gave birth to so many styles I should have my tubes tied One time, when rappers need concentration Embarrass I nigga, like getting caught masterbating I'm fascinating, I make you wallow in your sorrow Clutch the bottle you get your childish style fondled My rap tactics make you want to go home and practice Match this, drop jewels like Biago Rackis I come rough for all niggas that front I'm all that five mics and quotable for the month (Ras Kass) I be on some bullshit like the unamits and vigorous rhyming And until Buchwhick Bill starts dunking on Kobe Bryant I'm applying pressure, check out my melody The eighteenth letter, the first letter the nineteenth letter for cheddar And get a barrette explosive tip shredders to make the rum-redder To make the deader then Coretta Scott King's husband who had a dream I get in you with no Vaseline And burn rubber so I tap that ass like Savion Glover (Punchline) That the sedative cause your shits repetitive And played out, tried to run game but it got rained out Wasn't thinking about this style until we came out Took a detour when some of ya'll went the same route Thoughts about doing Punchline make me tickle When my flow changes like pennies, dimes and nickels Organized rhymes we make the girls realize We humiliate niggas like a small dick size Now you wanna click nines, front and sip wines Take mine, can't mess with Ras and Punchline Other Kid Capri lyrics: News Story lyrics This is What You Came Here For lyrics Get 'Em lyrics Hang 'Em High lyrics Lord's Party lyrics You Know My Style lyrics Billy lyrics Apollo lyrics Joke's On You Jack lyrics Pay Attention lyrics Soundtrack to the Streets lyrics Loud and Clear lyrics Unify lyrics My Niggas lyrics Hot This Year lyrics Do or Die lyrics |