Yeah
Father Rasco you better act like you know
Straight of the pitch the third mic gave a small pinch
And ever since they've been waitin' on this twelve inch
It's Peanut Butter Wolf Rasco anticipated
Steppin' to mics will only get cracks obliterated
Turn up these levels let me bless those that's feelin' this
Run on this path and I'ma rip fools continuous
This nonstop entourage rockin' camouflage
Is quick to handle any nigga thinkin' sabotage
Really, who in the hell is this big Willy?
We'll run him down, rip his out and smack him silly
My microphone filled with flames, takin' all names
The first to tell 'em that this hip hop ain't all games
I rock the planet, transatlantic, meanin' overseas
Down with various, but this box don't come in threes
Got EBF to the friz chillin' close range
Pockets is flat, time to stack me some pocket change
But ain't it strange how this hard work has paid off?
Remember days when I was flat broke and laid off
But gettin' fired only inspired the dope shit
Now magazines on the scene tryin' to quote shit
Given the wackest hip hop overblown props
Styles is stolen better call up the damn cops
Tell 'em to bring they paddy wagon, got a lot of folks
Stand-up comedians is all set to crack jokes
Gavel to gavel, brothers gettin' drug through the gravel
A little buzz, yo, but my rhymes just didn't travel
A gotta take it to the next, start cashin' checks
I see you brothers perpertratin' in that rented Lex
Tryin' to flex like you some type of big wheel
I'm on the mic, niggaz just get they wigs peeled
Still, I know these wack fools be lovin' it
Place your bets and I bet Ras can double it
